Sense

Dowook calmly thought of an excuse.

"The pressed ribs crushed the arteries, so the blood wasn’t reaching the brain. The patient was about to die. So Prof. Choi removed the cerebral hematoma, Chief Ji Hwi-gwan sutured the lung perforation, and I connected the cardiovascular system."

-So it was an emergency.

As the five were about to calm down at the fact that it was not done with great intention, Chief Ha's eyes widened this time.

-Hey. Connecting the heart vessels? You're a neurosurgeon. That's thoracic surgery.

"It wasn't something with high difficulty.”

-It’s fortunate the patient lived. Chief Ji, this guy is also the one who doesn't make any sense like Choi Hoo.

While people were buzzing over Chief Ha's reprimand, one of the five, Won Sang-do, head of the Cerebrovascular Center at Yeouido Hospital, turned his head.

-No, Chief Ha. Look at that knot. During the second surgery process, you didn't touch that place as the only complete treatment. Such a fine knot technique would be worth studying in the thoracic department as well.

-Dowook is not a research doctor, right? He's my surgeon.

At this, Kim Ho turned his head.

-What distinction do you need between a Ph.D. and a Professor? Let's look at the results. So? Did the cardiothoracic surgeon make a claim? Did the patient complain?

-That's not it, but…….

Yoon Doo-cheon turned his head.

– Huh? Tsk tsk. How can you not trust your student?

-It's not that I don't trust him. Monthly conferences are supposed to point out and discuss these things…….

Nam-goong Seok and Song Sang-guk also turned their heads.

– If it's Dr. Park's skills, it's not an invasion of the realm of others, but a reasonable settlement. As a department chief, I understand the concern, but this much friction should be taken care of.

– There will be no disagreement among the academic audit directors on this matter. The three doctors took appropriate measures at the same time. That was the right decision. The eyes that look at a person's body are different.

Almost everyone in the conference room watched the scene with surprised eyes as the elders of the association stood up for Dowwok.

Chief Ha sighed and quietly surrendered.

-All right, all right. Just Dowook. Dowook. People might think I'm the outsider and they're Dowook’s teachers.

-Chief Ha. There's nothing to be upset about. Can I do it if I say I'm going to be Dr. Park’s teacher? Is there that much flexibility in Myeong Sae medical school? If possible, I'll take a seat…….

-Senior!

At this moment, Dowook realized. He’d already displayed everything he could have to the five of them. Even if he hid it here, they would continue to bother him in the future.

‘……I'm doomed.'

Dowook became desperate and continued the rest of the report. And, he reached the 19th patient’s case, Kim Suhan’s.

Rare cerebral aneurysm surgery.

Five people who found out about the case that needed techniques that were so difficult and complex that it had to be officially verified by the association came by themselves

Now he had no idea how much he should use his brain to satisfy their academic curiosity.

"This patient is……"

The moment he put the computer chart on the screen and spoke out, his cell phone vibrated. Since the sender was Prof Choi, Dowook immediately asked for consideration.

"Just a moment. I got a call."

He put his cell phone to his ear.

-Dr. Park.

"Yes, professor."

-I heard people from the association came for today's conference. Who's here?

"Uh…"

Dowook turned his eyes to the chart on the large monitor and turned to the five who were checking it. And called their names one by one.

-That's enough. Wait a minute. I'll go up.

"You're coming here?"

-If you are recognized by them, it's the same as having been certified by the academic association. We can move up the surgery date.

After finishing the call, Dowook looked at the people with a puzzled face.

"Professor Choi would be stepping up regarding this case. Please wait a moment."

The news of Choi Hoo attending caused a stir in the entire conference.

In a little bit.

The front door opened and Choi Hoo walked in holding a large bag.

Interns who saw him for the first time looked confused as if they couldn't determine whether he was a doctor or a fighter due to the pressure being emitted from his 185cm height and muscular body.

Choi Hoo bowed his head briefly to Chief Ha and senior professors at the institute then spoke to Dowook.

"I brought the B13 cerebrovascular model.”

"What? That's what I used to train. If you're going to get tested, Professor Choi's position is also…….”

"Does it matter? It's something you and I have to do repeatedly anyway."

Professor Choi didn't seem to have any intention of embellishing it before showing it. The way he looked at his practice process still remained the same.

Thanks to this, the burden Dowook felt was added. This technique was new even to Choi Hoo, so even if he accepted the professor’s sense, it simply fizzled out of his fingers.

"Set it up."

"Yes, professor. Hana."

"Sungtae."

Dowook winked at the residents.

A desk was placed in front of the five and a bag was placed on it.

The interns were shocked when a special material body model appeared from the bag. It was because it was so sophisticated that one could mistake it for a real head.

While preparing, Choi Hoo stood in front of the five.

"I heard you're here to study our patient's case. Since you're here, why don't you check the safety of the new technique?"

"Verification? We're here to help Professor Choi and Dr. Park research.”

"That kind of help is meaningless."

The five flinched at the cold response. Yoon Do-cheon looked at his colleagues and asked Choi Hoo.

"But if you discuss it with us, you'll be at least 10% more secure…….”

"There's no need for discussion."

Regardless of whether it was a grand jury or not, Choi Hoo relentlessly cutting people off was familiar to the neurosurgeons at the hospital, but the interns had expressions of cultural shock.

Chief Ha pressed his forehead as he saw Choi Hoo ruin the image of the neurosurgery department in front of the greenhorns.

"Hey, Choi Hoo. You have to follow the procedure for verification.”

"No, no. Chief Ha. We want to see it in person, too. We can look at it today and add to it if there's anything lacking. And…."

Nam-goong Seok, who served as a representative, looked at Choi Hoo.

"You’re still full of confidence like when you were a student. Let's see how much of the clumsiness from back then has faded.”

"As much as you want."

Chief Ha was flustered for a moment when senior Nam-goong Seok, who thought he was just kind, displayed sharpness. The same was true for Dowook who was stuck in between.

Chief Ha's eyes seemed to say, ‘what should we do?’ and Dowook replied with a look saying, ‘How should I know?’

"I'm ready."

Choi Hoo’s gaze moved back to Dowook. Dowook quietly asked Choi Hoo.

"Is it alright to be so stiff towards the people who are going to verify? They're not inexperienced, either. Even if they can help…….”

"Dr. Park."

"Yes."

"You don't seem to have a clear awareness of what you can do yet.”

He brought it up to deal with the situation, but a questionable answer came back.

The desk, which was made to place conference documents on, quickly turned into a simulated operating table. There, Dowook and Choi Hoo stood face to face with the desk between them.

"Let's start."

Since he had been working on it a lot for the past five days, Dowook hung up a brain retractor on the top of the model with familiarity.

"Oh. Was there such a sophisticated model of blood vessels?"

"I know. I don't think it's a domestic product.”

Something that even experienced seniors had never seen.

Dowook also came to know about it while reordering it a while ago, but this was a special support item made only for Prof. Choi by the Rochester University Medical Center.

It may not be world-class, but famous universities in the United States had already recognized Choi Hoo’s skills.

As Dowook was about to start the process in front of the model with fully exposed blood vessels, he confirmed that about 40 doctors were paying attention to the process.

He felt like he had to explain things so he cleared his throat.

"In this patient’s case, a fusiform aneurysm spread widely throughout the brain. Based on thick knots rather than conventional ones, the goal of the technique is to reduce vascular rupture before and after surgery as much as possible."

The patient's actual MRI image appeared on a large screen.

Professors working as detailed cerebrovascular specialists shook their heads as soon as they saw the footage.

-Are you planning to operate on this?

-Professor Choi, seriously. Now you're challenging the realm of God.

Since it was not a big conference hall, Dowook could hear conversations from far away.

It was better to show it rather than refute it one by one. Dowook put on the surgical magnifying glass on his head and examined the blood vessels first.

"Let's start from here."

A 0.5mm hemoclip mechanism held in Choi Hoo’s hand went back and forth over Dowook’s hand which revealed the blood vessels at the target point with fine forceps and fine scissors.

A series of clicking sounds were heard, and the passage through which blood flow came and went was temporarily blocked by the clips.

When the last clip pinched a blood vessel, Dowook’s micro-scissors were incising the portion of the aneurysm that had already bulged out.

The incision seemed to be over, but this time, Choi Hoo held the suture and began to anastomize the gap.

-Fast…

-It's just fast. Since it’s Choi Hoo.

-I’m talking about Dowook. He’s the one leading.

An introductory surgery that literally developed like flowing water.

It was an opening that gave surgeons a stronger sense of immersion than any movie.

One of the five people who were watching closely asked.

"Why do you use such a big clip when your blood vessels are thin? Aren't micro-clips safer than hemoclips? Much more sophisticated."

Dowook answered with his eyes focused on the mock surgery.

"If the patient only had a few ruptured aneurysms, we would have. But this case is different. Saving time comes first."

"Saving time?"

"It's easy to insert and take out a hemo-clip."

Holding the clip fixing device, Dowook placed a clip at the next surgical point in advance.

Choi Hoo took his hand off the suture and needle holder, he lifted the micro-scissors and went to make an incision in the aneurysm area. And this time, Dowook continued the vascular anastomosis over it.

The surgical process in which the role had reversed.

Originally, the surgery had to be stopped for a moment to relay the baton mid-surgery.

A series of perfectly in sync actions followed Dowook’s answer of saving time which brought a considerable shock to most of the surgeons in the conference room.

No one could tell exactly who was the surgeon and who was the assistant.

-Is that possible? Aren't you ignoring the procedure just because it's a mock surgery?

– If that was the case, would they be just watching?

– Choi Hoo is one thing, but what about Dowook? How can he follow that crazy timing so well?

Repeating the actions he had been doing throughout the past week, Dowook suddenly came to his senses.

‘I went too much into practice mode and forgot to speak.’

He forgot that they were being examined.

Dowook, who turned his head to explain the new knot to the five, flinched. Because someone's big eyeballs came into view through the magnifying glass.

When he looked after lifting the magnifying glass, he saw Yoon Do-cheon with a nice beard. Standing together with them at the table.

"Professor Yoon…".”

"Oh, Dr. Park. Don't mind me and keep going."

At some point, a lot of people had come near the table. The five people were at the forefront.

Song Sang-guk tapped Yoon Do-cheon on the shoulder.

"Wow. Look at that. Usually, it's hard to wrap a single suture over there. But these guys are going over 10 or 20 times.”

"Because the person in the assistant position made the cut smoothly."

"How can I verify this? They must be the only team in the country that can operate like this."

Dowook could only tilt his head at the compliment.

Between his and Choi Hoo’s skills during the mock surgery, his skills were obviously clumsy. Didn't he practice until dawn yesterday, to make up for that lack?

"Let's stop here".

Choi Hoo wrapped up the suture and pulled out. Dowook also pulled out at those words.

The more he looked at it, the more disappointing it was. The incision surface of the back wall of the blood vessel that was just progressing was not even cross-sectioned.

"Look at this incision. Did you cut it using a ruler? Why is it so clean?”

Yoon Do-cheon said as he bent down and looked closely at the model while looking with suspicion at Dowook.

"It's not neat. My fingers shook while making the incision."

"Where in the world can you find a surgeon whose hand doesn't shake when touching a 2mm diameter blood vessel? Even under the microscope, there are so many people who can't do it…… Hold on. I don't know where it was shaken."

"Here. Look at this part. The line is crooked.”

"Can you zoom in?"

Dowook took off the magnifying glass on his head and gave it to Yoon Do-cheon.

"Let's see. Huh? Are you sad because of a 0.01mm difference?"”

"Yes."

Yoon Doo-cheon laughed at this answer. Kim Ho, who came to see what was so funny, was also surprised to see the cut through the magnifying glass and looked at Dowook.

"This friend has a lot of surgical greed.”

"What are you talking about? Let me see."

Won Sangdo and Song Sang-guk checked the cut surface and laughed loudly with Yoon Doo-cheon.

"This is why I can't help but like Dr. Park. He reflects over making a mistake after doing so great like this."

"I told you when they started. The next generation of neurosurgery will be centered here at Myeong Sae Hospital."

Four seniors tapped his shoulders and continued to praise him.

Dowook turned to the surgical site.

‘Why are people saying it's okay when there's such a big difference?’

Dowook paused as he was agonizing over it.

‘Whose sense am I borrowing right now?’

It wasn't Choi Hoo’s. Because he didn’t feel the sharp feeling that could distinguish even small scratches on microvessels just now. But something was weird.

In the midst of borrowing the sense of one of the five, he was actually feeling a difference that they did not care about.

‘Does it mean that I have Prof. Choi’s sense right now? No way……’

In the past, the time in which he borrowed the senses of other people using his special sense had been short. However, it was safe to say that Choi Hoo’s sense was actually always with him when he went to work at the hospital.

Assuming that if you borrowed a sense for a long time and used it steadily, it could remain permanently in the neural circuit, if not 100%.

Otherwise, he couldn't explain this condition, in which he was disappointed because of an error of 0.01mm.

‘If this is right, it means that 100% absorption is possible with some effort.’

Dowook alternated between Choi Hoo's awesome knot and Park Do-wook's regular knot.

About 50%. That was the case just by looking at the level of completion of those knots.

As he kept looking, his desire to work harder was fired up.