Sense

「@Tom Brand」 retweeted.

[Please get better, Tom! I'll be waiting for the sequel of Hero League!]@Lisa 2003

[Jet America is an inevitable existence!]@IRONban

[I'm a time traveler, and I saw Tom Brand receive an Academy Award at the age of 60. I saw it!] @BackToTheXuture.

Tom Brand, who was replying to encouraging messages from all over the world on his cell phone, smiled.

『This one’s kind of fun. He said he's a time traveler.』

Deckerman, who was sitting next to the bed, sighed bitterly as he looked at Tom's neatly shaved head.

『You can still back out.』

『Are you still saying that? I heard that the movie company also contacted about the surgery.』

『I also said that taking medicine alone can have a long-term cure effect. They want to open your hair and cut your brain tissue. You would have to postpone returning to acting for a few years. There are actors who came back after fighting against cancer in Hollywood, right?』

『I don't think that’s something an agent with two years left of the contract period should say. You haven't recovered half of the down payment you gave me yet.』

『Tom!』

Tom giggled when his friend of 15 years cried out with a glare.

『I know. It's much more comfortable to rest while getting treated slowly. But…』

Tom's eyes turned toward the movie poster on the wall.

『Galnos is looking at Earth from space, and we can't leave it to the new heroes who joined the jet team for the first time.』

『You can beat him up in about three years.』

『Batman's new series came out, so I can't. If I do, little kids from all over the world will tweet Bruce not me.』

Deckerman clicked his tongue as if he had given up as he saw Tom trying to defend the hero movie until the end.

『Do whatever you want. I tried my best.』

『Please deliver the news to Mrs. Brand. I hung up after saying that I was going to get surgery in Seoul, and I got 30 text messages.』

『There’s no clause in our contract that says I have to deal with your mother.』

『As a friend, please.』

『I'm ending our relationship from today.』

Tom pretended not to hear, turned to his cell phone and continued to respond to SNS support.

Knock, knock.

The VIP room door was opened and nurses and transportation personnel entered.

『It's time to move to the operating room.』

The time had come.

Tom looked at the Jet American figure on the table, as he put down his cell phone.

A confident hero in the face of all the challenges in the world.

He was the character he played, but it was not easy to imitate him at this moment. Because he was about to have his head cut open.

Tom clenched his fist and left one last message before going in for surgery.

「@Tom Brand」 tweeted.

[Let's go, Jet Team. Let's win this fight, too!]

Dowook paused as he came out of the locker after changing into a surgical suit. Because Chief Ha was waiting in a polite manner in front of the door.

"Dowook."

Even the tone of his voice was different from usual.

"Why? What is it?"

"Can I ask for a favor?"”

"No."

Chief Ha hurriedly shouted at Dowook when he turned around and headed for the operating room.

"Two weeks of duty!"

Dowook stopped walking. As it was, he was having a hard time due to the emergency room duty. He turned his head slightly and raised one more number.

"Three weeks?”

"Okay, call! No take backs!"

Chief Ha's expression was full of relief. Dowook had no one but himself to blame for being tricked. For some reason, this negotiation felt like a failure.

"What is it?”

"There are more than one or two famous observers today. Let's promote a few people."

"Promote?”

"Please include Professor Yeom and Professor Kim as the 2nd and 3rd assistants."

Dowook thought he misheard.

"Professor Yeom Sang-chil and Kim Chi-hwan?"

"Yes."

Professor Yeom Sang-chil, who taught detailed specialists about brain tumors, was in his 14th year. Professor Kim Chi-hwan, who was in charge of cerebrovascular malformation and trauma surgery, was in his 11th year.

The chief had just told him that the two pillars that made up the neurosurgery department of the hospital should be used for chores like suction in the surgery. This was an unprecedented solicitation in the medical community.

"Did they agree?"

"Of course. Steven Lyle is coming with Ronshaw Mitchell, do you think they don't want to show their faces? Don't worry. I'm fully aware of the outline of the surgery. I told them to look at the MRI 10 times."

"Professor Yeom doesn't like Professor Choi."

"It's okay. He likes you."

"Phew."

This request was not bad for Dowook as the main surgeon, either.

"I'll talk to Hana and Seongtae."

"Okay. Get ready there. Do well. As usual."

Chief Ha, who no longer expressed much concern about performing high-level surgeries, patted Dowook on the back and disappeared.

‘If we do this, everyone in the operating room will be more experienced than me.’

Dowook shook his head and moved to the operating room.

D-Rosette, observation deck.

The circular space overlooking the eight operating rooms at a glance was filled with people gathered only to look down at the second operating room.

Among them, many focused their attention on five elderly foreigners who were located in the middle of the observation room.

-That person is the head of the general hospital center?

-Next to him is the neurosurgery director at Cleveland Clinic.

Ha Sang Joong, who was listening to the buzzing conversation with one ear, grinned but soon controlled his facial expression.

Because Joo Seok-beom, head of neurosurgery at Hansung Hospital, sat right next to him with a face full of envy. It wasn’t nice to show how happy he was. But he couldn't control the corners of his mouth.

Chief Joo spoke.

"You must be happy. Thanks to someone, there are surgeries that make headlines every month."

"I just have a good student. Why? I heard that Chief Joo's favorite student is also announcing a blood vessel-related surgery this time? The chief at UCLA is one of the visitors, why don’t you try inviting him to observe?”

"Who would I be humiliating him by inviting him to a resident’s training operation? Please don’t say such things.”

In the end, Ha Sang Joong couldn't stand it and laughed.

"By the way, where should we send our Dowook out of those five hospitals? Everyone would be excited if we just ask."

"Just brag about it. Park Dowook, you only signed a fellowship contract, right? He’s not a clinical professor yet."

"Are you going to scout him? Try it if you can."

"You're confident."

"My relationship with Dowook isn’t one that would sour due to money issues."

Chief Joo snorted silently as if he was unsure about that and turned to Dowook who just entered the operating room.

"Did you see that?"

"Huh? What?"

"The atmosphere of the operating room changed because of the look in Dr. Park's eyes. The young doctor is charismatic.”

"Our Dowook?"

Only then did Ha Sang Joong turn his gaze from the observation deck to the operating room.

Dowook was checking the surgical readiness next to the patient who was about to fall under anesthesia. The nurses and anesthesiologists were nodding with nervous faces.

Ha Sang Joong turned on the microphone connected to the inside.

-Clips should be in the front in order to clamp all arteries near the tumor. You have to consider the order of tool placement in the cart to shorten the time by even 0.5 seconds.

Chief Joo’s jaw dropped in surprise at the voice coming from the speaker.

"Look at the scrub nurse nodding so hard. The mindset is definitely different. This means he’s thinking about the surgery time right now, yes?”

"Probably."

Ha Sang Joong answered, but he also tilted his head to see if Dowook was that strict.

While Dowook was setting up for the surgery, two surgeons entered.

Yeom Sang-chil and Kim Chi-hwan.

Wearing gowns and gloves quickly, they stood on both sides of the patient's waist. Yeom Sang-chil spoke to Dowook.

-I didn't know the surgeon would come and prepare this early. You should have called us, too.

-You don't have to worry about it. Please be a good assistant.

-Oh. I have something to say about that. Why don't you leave the scalp incision and craniotomy to me? Wouldn't it be tiring to do everything?

-I will do the craniotomy. You have to be even a second faster to ensure complete extraction.

Chief Joo pointed as he listened to Dowook rebut Yeom Sang-chil.

"What's up with that assistant? How dare he make suggestions to the surgeon? The atmosphere of neurosurgery at Myeong Sae Hospital is very relaxed. Is it American style?”

Ha Sang Joong had no choice but to groan as he recalled Yeom Sang-chil's years of experience and background.

Before surgery, checking all variables one by one and instructing the team was not what an ordinary surgeon would do.

"Hey, when did that brat start to have such a big presence?"

"Aren't you underestimating your student? Because of his presence, all these people are sitting in this room.”

When Chief Joo answered, Ha Sang Joong looked around the people in the room again.

That was true.

Now, he couldn’t deny how much Dowook had grown. He could only be proud.

"What that kind of surgeon needs isn’t money, it’s definitely support. Our Hansung Hospital has the best equipment in the country. AN Medical Center can't compare. I should appeal with that.”

Chief Joo's remarks about scouting mixed with personal wishes. Ha Sang Joong was furious and looked at Chief Joo.

This was wrong.

"If you keep coveting our Dowook, I’ll just kick you out."

"You were so confident that I should try. Why change?"

10 o'clock sharp.

The operating room door opened and Choi Hoo walked inside.

Dowook stood at the patient's bedside, bowed lightly to Professor Choi, and looked over today's surgical team.

An expressionless face combined with such an overwhelming physique, like Professor Choi's, caused fear in those who had not seen him and tension for those who had.

Professor Kim Chi-hwan, who seemed to meet Choi Hoo for the first time in an OR, looked a little frozen, and Professor Yeom Sang-chil's eyes became sharp.

‘He shouldn’t be upset about me rejecting his suggestion to do the craniotomy, right?’

Choi Hoo stood next to Dowook.

"Let's start."

"Yes."

Dowook put a scalpel on the head of the patient peeking through a surgical cloth.

"The surgery to remove central nerve lymphoma begins."

A red line was drawn over the patient's scalp across the frontal and temporal bones.

Clips quickly fixed the incised scalp on both sides of the incision.

Approximately 30 seconds later, the craniotomy was done. Dowook turned his head and looked at Professor Yeom.

"Suction."

Professor Yeom paused.

There was less work for a second assistant in the operating room than a scrub nurse. Assistance to secure vision and suction in case of bleeding. It was not something a surgeon with 14 years of experience should be doing.

Dowook calmly spoke to Professor Yeom, who suctioned the spilled blood.

"You have to keep up with the pace of the surgery. With that hesitation, a second is added to the surgery time."

Professor Yeom awkwardly looked at the skull.

Dowook accepted the drill and made a hole in the bone.

Subsequently, in line with the technique of helping with a high-speed cutting machine in hand, the meridian was pressed slightly to protect the brain by mechanically lifting the forceps.

Approximately 3 minutes before the headbone fragment was separated and the path to the tumor was opened.

Professor Yeom had to sigh internally when he saw that the area of surgery was secured at an unimaginable speed in terrible silence. If he had performed the craniotomy with Professor Kim, it would have taken at least five minutes.

"Please attach the clamps now."

As soon as Professor Kim pulled the clamps to both sides, work to temporarily block arteries near the tumor site began.

The anesthesiologist opened his mouth when clips for temporary ligation of the aorta were installed here and there.

"Blood pressure 100/70mmHg. It went up a little."

Dowook answered right away.

"He’s going to bleed. Please tell me when it drops to 80.

Professor Yeom turned his head while doing suction, wondering what they were talking about. It was just basic work to block arteries, but bleeding?

However, as soon as Dowook finished speaking, the vital monitor beeped in warning.

"Suction!"

Professor Yeom reflexively suctioned blood.

Temporarily bleeding in the tumor area under reduced pressure. He couldn’t believe Dowook had measured the timing, but then Dowook and Choi Hoo’s next trick made more sense.

The clip ligation was stopped momentarily, and a part of the attached mass was removed immediately.

"Suction."

When the third suction timing was pointed out, Choi Hoo turned his eyes away from the microscope with scissors and tongs.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"That…"

Choi Hoo seemed to not know that he was talking to Professor Yeom.

Dowook quickly calmed things down.

"Please keep up with the pace."

Professor Yeom began to sweat 10 minutes after the surgery began.

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