Medical Return

When Jinhyun grabbed the suction, his vision was secured like a lie.

Nam Ki-tae identified a heavy bleeding area.

Over there!

Deep behind the gallbladder, blood was pumping from the gallbladder artery.

But even though I found the cause of the hemorrhage, I didn't get a good look on my face.

Peripheral inflammation was also severe and close to square root.

How are we gonna bleed that thing? ’

Phew. Phew.

Nam Ki-tae tried to bleed with cold sweat, but the result was not painful.

In the meantime, blood pressure is dropping.

In the end, Jinhyun sighed. I really don't want to do this...

“Sir... Can you hold the suction for a second? ”

“Huh?”

When he handed over the suction due to his stupor, Jinhyun quickly picked up the vessel, Mosquito.

The moment the shooter was surprised by the sudden action, Jin Hyun's eyes sank deeply and looked at the blood vessels as if the shooter was looking at the target.

‘Here..! ’

When I looked at the blood vessels, the emotion I had forgotten for a long time was poured into Jinhyun's chest.

It was tension and excitement that could only be felt at the boundaries of life and death.

“What are you...?! ”

When Nam Ki-ek got angry, Jin-hyun's hand moved!

A thin iron rod pierced the inflammatory tissue and reached the vessel located at a dead angle.

Choke!

With a loud sound, the iron rod twists the blood vessel and the blood that soars like a pump stops like a lie.

The eyes of Nam Ki-myeon seem to be ripped open in that amazing drink.

“What...? This is ridiculous...? ”

He wanted to know if he saw anything in vain.

Jinhyun stood still as if he had done nothing.

Soon the anesthesiologist said.

“Blood pressure's rising! ”

“ ……! ”

Nam Ki-Taek alternately looked at the blood vessels and their evolution.

“How...? ”

“It was just a coincidence. I'm sorry I overstepped the subject. ”

Jinhyun bowed his head as if he had sinned.

Nam Ki-eye's eyes became even more confused.

“… you……. ”

He tries to ask me more. He's not done yet, so I shut his mouth.

"No way. ’

He shakes his head.

Fortunately, after that, the surgery was done without any problems.

* * *

After the surgery, I changed clothes in the dressing room, and I came in with a backpack.

As his eyes confronted him, Jin regretted his behavior in the surgical field.

Did you just say, "Stay put?" ’

But how do you turn your back on a patient who's not feeling well in front of you?

It was difficult.

Jinhyun lowered his head awkwardly.

“Well done.”

“Yeah, well, you did a great job too... but... ”

Nam Ki-ek has a confused face.

Jinhyun said in a hurry.

“I'm sorry I overstepped the topic. ”

“No, I'm not sorry... how? ”

“It was a coincidence.”

“... Yes? ”

“Yes, it's not exactly a coincidence… I studied surgery with a video before I went into surgery……. ”

“You studied video? ”

But Nam Ki-myeon frowned and was not at all persuasive.

This isn't even a Brazilian samba dance, but you studied surgical technique as a video?

Jinhyun thought for himself, but it was a ridiculous answer.

But what would Jinhyun say?

I had no choice but to surround myself with hope of moving on.

“Anyway, I'm sorry I overstepped the subject. ”

“ ……. ”

Nam Ki-ek looked at Hyun without saying a word for a moment.

I don't even understand how the student had such a drink.

But there's no way the answer can be doubted.

“Yeah, you're a student and you've never had surgery before. I envy you. Your natural talent. ”

Lack of skill compared to the effort, he sighed.

“Thanks anyway. If it wasn't for you, it would have been a big deal. ”

“No.”

“Are you all right? ”

He looked at the face of Jinhyun, who ran red.

Hearing that story, Jin Hyeon suddenly felt like a knock on her head.

There seems to be a sudden onset of pain that I forgot to focus on surgery.

“Did you really go to the cafe with Professor Lee before? ”

“Yes.”

“Yeah, I got it wrong. A loyal kid like you wouldn't smoke a peanut butt. I'm sorry I thought so closely. ”

“Oh, no. ”

He shook his hand at the chief's sincere apology.

“Well done, then, go home now. ”

Jin Hyeon looked surprised at the words.

“On call...? ”

“Okay, what's the student on call? I'll get tired of being a doctor in the future. I'm not feeling well, but go get some rest. ”

“Thank you.”

Jinhyun looked at the clock.

3: 00 in the morning.

I have to be back by 6: 00, so I think I can sleep two hours just like I did.

The moment he tried to get out of the dressing room, he asked.

“Oh, what do you aspire to? ”

“Dermatology.”

“Yes?”

“Yes.”

“Not good, dermatologist. Yeah, I get it. Go and rest.”

Nam Ki-Taek felt bad about Jin's talent, but he only gave up his mouth.

The story of monetary success with a doctor is an old tiger cigarette.

There are now a lot of screwed-up doctors, and surgeons are worse off in the middle of the day.

In other words, surgeons work hard like thorn fields, and after that, they are less economically rewarded.

Leaving the chief surgeon who knows the facts better than anyone else did not recommend surgery to Jinhyun.

He's really talented, and if he's interested, he'll support himself.

Surgery had to be someone with that passion.

* * *

Jinhyun, who came into the room only at 3: 30, fell asleep as soon as he fell into the blanket.

Even though I turned on the boiler, I didn't go to the end of the day.

Jin Hyeon dreamed of suffering from such high fever.

In his dream, he was working as a surgeon in a large hospital.

Having lost a patient accidentally in his previous life in that year, he tried with extreme care, and as a result, was recognized by many for his outstanding skills.

Surgery, surgery, surgery, surgery.

Patient, patient, patient, patient.

As in his previous life, even in his dreams, he sold out only to patients.

Although it was a dream, many patients found life in his efforts and felt rewarding.

Though it was terribly painful, it was worth it.

After a long time in my dreams, I competed for the position of professor of surgery as before.

Unlike his previous life, he won the competition and became a professor of surgery at the Great Hospital.

Since then, I have seen many patients, saved many lives, and lived with respect.

And Jinhyun felt happy at the end of his dream.

“ ……! ”

Jinhyun, who had dreamed until then, woke up astonished.

He chewed his poop face.

What is this dream? Dream of being a surgeon again. No matter what dream you dream..... ’

It was as horrible a dream as going to the army twice.

What time is it? ’

4: 30 in the morning.

I only slept an hour.

‘I have a useless dream... Let's sleep some more. ’

He tried to sleep a little more, but then the phone rang.

It was comedy.

‘What happened at this hour? ’

He tilts his head.

“What happened at this hour? ”

Jin-hyun, can you come now?

However, the face of Jinhyun, who heard Hye-mi's voice, changed.

It was not usually the voice of comedy. She was crying over the phone.

Jinhyun was surprised.

“What's the matter with you? ”

Ugh. Burr, the big brother... The big brother!

“Professor Lee? ”

Uhhhh, the master brother is dead!

“... what? ”

Jinhyun muttered.

Comedy burst into tears beyond the phone.

The killer's brother killed himself.

Lee Byung-soo.

He was a young professor and brother of Hye-mi, who is believed in Korean medicine.

He committed suicide?

Was he the one who was kind enough to buy him coffee this morning?

Unbelievable news made him stiff.

Only the sound of comedy's cry echoed through the phone.

* * *

Poverty was placed in a large hospital, not a major hospital in Korea.

Jinhyun took a taxi and arrived at the funeral home through the newest hospital buildings he was used to in his previous life.

Then comedy came out.

“Jinhyun?”

She stares at him with her red eyes.

The white top was soaked with tears.

“Ji, Jinhyun... Pansu's brother... ”

Her big eyes started to cry again, and she fell. I felt the same pain as despair.

Jinhyun approached her quietly and hugged her with his heart.

Her eyes widened.

“Cheer up.”

“ ……! ”

“Come on.”

He held his breath, and in his arms he sang a great song.

Jinhyun made a sad look at the grief.

Professor Lee Byung-soo could be said to be the only true family of Hye-mi.

She's the only one who's lost her family now.

How can we console that sadness with words?

He had nothing to do but to be by her side to make her cry as much as he could.

* * *

Professor Lee's autograph was suicide.

However, the suicide method was physically unique, which was injecting potassium pills into his blood vessels to increase the potassium concentration in his body, causing a heart attack.

“The unsub's brother committed suicide. I can't believe it. ”

Comedy murmurs in tears.

“What the hell was so hard? Without saying a word to me? I can't believe it. ”

Tears constantly fall from her eyes.

Jin-hyun touched her without saying a word.

He couldn't believe Professor Lee committed suicide either.

Just a day later, worrying about his brother and smiling kindly, did he commit suicide?

‘I can't believe it. ’

* * *

Meanwhile, a man in a black suit behind the funeral home was smoking.

He was an idealist.

“What are you doing here? ”

When a familiar voice was heard, the idealist smiled.

Turning his head, his father stood.

I don't know if it's because I lost my son, but I don't have my usual loving smile.

“It's my brother's funeral, of course. ”

“Go back. This is no place for you to come. ”

Above all, he understood what his father meant.

He shrugs and throws a cigarette into his hand.

“Well, I didn't get the topic right. But you must be very sad. My only son to inherit the hospital committed suicide. I can't give it to a woman, and I don't want to give it to other relatives. ”

His father's eyes trembled.

“Go back quickly. I'll call you later. ”

“Yee, yee. ”

Above all, the people left the funeral home.

Above the car in the parking lot, Najib muttered.

“Those bugs..... ”

He smiled.

It was a chillier smile than ice, not the usual smile I drew.

The idealist turns his head and looks at the buildings stretched out next to him.

High-rise glass buildings built with the investment of the Fiscal First Large Group were the same look as luxury hotels, not asphalt hospitals.

Number one hospital in the country.

A hospital for their family, where the suicidal killer was about to inherit.

Bullshit.

His sports car ran out of the hospital and entered the Olympic Boulevard with a loud voice.

However, I was running the Olympic Boulevard at high speed.

The frame that was hanging from the corner of the car, whether it was over-speeded or not, fell down.

The frame contained a picture of a beautiful young woman and a child who looked about five years old.

He was the ideal man of childhood and his mother who committed suicide.

The people in the frame were smiling brightly.

Unlike now.

It was a shiny picture.

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