Chapter 249

Episode 249 One Doctor (1)

I stared blankly at the closed door of the Resusc, and only then did I let out a long, deep sigh.

"Haa..."

In the spot where the adrenaline had swept through, a different kind of fatigue from the Possession penalty washed over me.

For now, I didn't collapse, so all good?

My legs were shaking, and sweat was pouring down.

Even so, I won't get Muscle Pain.

Cheers to that.

Neatly finishing my stretches, I called out to the Intern who was still standing blankly in the corner of the Resusc with a look as if his soul had left his body.

"Intern."

Startled by my call, the Intern quickly approached.

"Ye-yes! Teacher!"

Seeing his bangs soaked in sweat and sticking to his forehead from doing chest compressions earlier made me feel a bit sorry for him, but what needs to be addressed must be addressed clearly.

"Earlier, when I told you to stop compressions, and also when you were pressing the maternal sternum. Why do you keep freezing up? Aren't you going to assess the situation?"

"Sorry! I still lack experience..."

The Intern bowed his head deeply.

Looking at those tightly shrunken shoulders, I didn't even have the energy to pour out harsher words.

In the first place, expecting an Intern to keep their sanity and move perfectly in an unprecedented emergency like a maternal cardiac arrest was greed itself.

"Eeryuu. Forget it, you..."

As I let out a sigh and took on a tone that retracted the reprimand, the Intern's eyes grew strangely sparkling as he looked up at me.

'Look at this bastard's expression? If I let it slide this time, he'll cause another huge accident later.'

I formed a truly vicious plan in my mind.

"I should tell Jihun to completely crush this guy."

The Head of Doctor's Office, Kim Jihun, who dumped the interview on me and ran away.

I had been needing an excuse to hunt that guy down anyway, so this worked out beautifully.

By gently adding this Intern's name to Kim Jihun's terrible nagging list, I planned to solve my petty revenge and education at the same time.

"..."

The Intern's expression, which had been full of hope, quickly rotted into a gray color again, and he retreated, nodding gloomily like that.

Since I roughly finished the Intern's education, what should I do now?

It's instantly cleanup mode.

Cleanup mode ON.

My actions just a moment ago, yelling, swearing, and pushing people with the sole purpose of saving the patient without seeing anything else.

Since it was a situation where human lives were on the line, everyone would understand, but...

Even so, leaving the harsh atmosphere unattended is not my style.

That way, with a face drenched in sweat, I had to walk around bowing my head and greeting the surrounding staff one by one for acting a bit sensitive today.

"Teacher Jeong. Earlier, I was in too much of a hurry and raised my voice. You really went through a lot."

Teacher Jeong, who was organizing the front of the blood refrigerator, chuckled at my banter and shook her head.

"You know I wasn't sincerely angry, right? A cardiac arrest pregnant woman suddenly dropped from a helicopter, who wouldn't be flustered? Everyone is like that during their 1st year, and I'm just grateful you assisted at the right times earlier. Anyway, you're going to get nagged when you go to the OB/GYN doctor's office, so I should at least give you a compliment."

At my comfort, Yoon Yujeong finally relieved her tension, her eyes welling up with tears as she bowed.

Since she's going to die when she goes up there anyway, I might as well play good cop.

"Teacher Hwang. Sorry for shouting earlier..."

...

...

"Oof, so tiring."

After finishing a round of apology tours, I felt as completely drained as if I had finished a surgery.

Of course, since I'm not in a surgical department, I don't know what that feeling is like.

My last Operating Room was as an Intern... no, it was last year's Thoracic Surgery dispatch.

Anyway.

I peeled off the plastic gown and stuffed it into the medical waste bin.

It was just as I was about to step out of the Resusc Area.

I saw a very familiar lady appearing, pulling a cart loaded with a giant mop bucket and disinfecting supplies.

'Oh.'

The true hidden hero who silently wipes away bloodstains and purifies the space like magic so we can receive the next patient in this blood-splattered, filth-ridden, chaotic Emergency Room.

The GOAT of the Resusc.

It was the cleaning lady dedicated to the Emergency Medical center.

"Madaaaam!"

Holding the mop, the lady flinched in surprise and looked at me.

"What is it."

"You're really working hard today as well."

At my fuss, the lady let out a dumbfounded chuckle.

"Why are you acting like this all of a sudden. It's creepy. Did something good happen?"

"Yes. We safely sent a patient upstairs today too."

I smiled brightly and bowed my waist.

For now, I had done my part in the Emergency Room.

The most dangerous crisis had passed, and the aftermath had been handed over to the staff of each department.

So now, I need to calm this tension down a bit.

I need to return to the peaceful and pathetic daily life of a 4th-year resident as quickly as possible.

My mind became as light as a feather. Thinking that all that was left was to comfortably sleep through tonight's duty like a breeze, I turned my head very lightheartedly.

The moment I turned my head like that.

"..."

A truly horrible scenery was unfolding before my eyes.

'Um.'

Two men whose gazes locked directly with mine.

One camera director holding a giant broadcasting camera on his shoulder, filming exactly this way.

And next to him, the pitiful documentary PD who had been conducting an interview with me in the meeting room earlier before being suddenly abandoned.

The PD was standing awkwardly with a very self-conscious and embarrassed expression.

That meant the camera had captured all of my lightweight behavior—throwing off my plastic gown, sweating and groveling to apologize to the nurses, and wagging my tail toward the cleaning lady shouting, "Madaaaam!"

'Ah, so embarrassing.'

It was the moment the image of the nationwide star doctor and romantic doctor, Dae Hyeonjae, shattered into pieces.

My face flushed hot.

The PD approached awkwardly, fidgeting with the hand holding the microphone.

"Ah, yes, Han... pfft... Hyeonjae... Teacher."

'You just laughed, didn't you? You just went pfft and laughed, didn't you?!'

Whether my voice was terribly shocking and funny to him, the PD's lips twitched as he tried to hold back his laughter, then he cleared his throat and hurriedly turned the topic to the main point.

"Khem, hum! You rushed out in a hurry earlier... The situation that just ended, by any chance...?"

"The mother suddenly had a cardiac arrest right before getting off the helicopter."

"Cardiac arrest?!"

The PD's eyes instantly widened.

A pregnant woman and cardiac arrest.

It must have been a combination of words that insanely stimulated the instincts of a broadcasting station person.

"So, um. Putting aside difficult terminology and speaking simply... we took the baby out right in the Emergency Room and temporarily restarted the mother's stopped heart. Just now, both of them went up to the Operating Room and the NICU."

At my summary, the PD and the camera director looked at me with expressions mixed with astonishment.

A pregnant woman died and came back to life?

They split open a stomach in the Emergency Room to save a baby and even made the heart beat again?

And after coming out from performing that crazy surgery, he was wagging his tail at a cleaning lady?

The PD hastily thrust the microphone toward my mouth.

"Teacher! Can we talk about that story in front of the camera?"

"Pardon?"

"An interview, please! The situation just now, this absolutely must go in as the documentary opening! Please, just give us a word!"

The PD's gaze sparkled to an burdensome degree.

I looked alternately at the black microphone thrust at me and the recording light of the camera.

'Aaaah, no.'

...

...

"Yes, thank you for the interview."

The camera light turned off, and the PD bowed his head with a satisfied smile.

"Not at all. Thank you for your hard work."

'Aw, whatever.'

Throughout the interview, the PD kept throwing leading questions to trap me in the frame of a miraculous doctor rescuing lives from the brink of death, but I drew a strict line.

No matter how much I play hero cosplay, there is no reason for me to cover up the limitations of the hospital system.

I spoke strictly from the boundary of Emergency Medicine and from the position of a 4th-year resident, giving them nothing but the facts and reality of what I knew.

How they edit it is none of my business.

The milk is already spilled, and I've done my duty.

Only after finishing that soul-draining interview could I return to the Emergency Room Station.

"Huuu."

Sitting down on the chair, I stretched my stiff shoulders.

Ah, refreshing.

Checking the chart records showing that both the mother and newborn had safely gone up to the main operating room and the NICU, I sat down, flexing my stiff fingers, planning to leisurely finish my charting.

Right at that moment, I began to feel a spiteful energy.

"Hello, Hyeonjae?"

Lee Minjae, the Professor of Emergency Medicine, suddenly poked his head in front of my monitor.

I took my hands off the keyboard and answered flatly.

"What is it?"

"You came on the helicopter earlier, right?"

"Ah, yes."

"The pregnant woman?"

"Yes, that's right."

"And you did a PMCD?"

"...Yes."

Lee Minjae dramatically placed a hand on his forehead and let out an exclamation.

"Ha. As expected, you're a crazy bastard! This is why I watch you. It's a shame I couldn't directly witness that spectacular, crazy stunt."

Looking silently at Lee Minjae's laughing face as he spoke, a question suddenly brushed past my mind.

'Ah, right.'

Why on earth was Lee Minjae not in the Resusc back then?

A call stating that a pregnant woman without a pulse was heading straight to the Resusc must have echoed loudly throughout the entire Emergency Room.

For someone who is nominally the responsible staff for Emergency Medicine during the daytime today, it made no common sense that he didn't show his face at all during that chaos.

"Why weren't you in the Resusc earlier at that time?"

I poked the shoulder of Baek Eunseo, who was sitting next to me eagerly checking lab results, with my finger.

"Ouch."

"This kid opened up the entire movement path from the front of the elevator doors and even completed the setting perfectly, but the specialist teacher who was supposed to command was nowhere to be found. Meanwhile, my poop was burning all the way from the rooftop."

At my grievance-filled interrogation, Lee Minjae shrugged his shoulders defensively as if it were unfair and excused himself.

"I was seeing a TA (* Traffic Accident) patient?"

"A TA?"

"Yeah. A pelvic fracture patient, whose blood pressure was hitting the floor, blood was leaking everywhere, and it was total chaos. Want to take a look at this chart..."

Just as the horribly shattered pelvic X-ray picture and the lab results covered in red were about to enter my field of vision.

"Ugh. Forget it, forget it."

Horrified, I waved both hands to push the tablet away.

Pelvic fracture.

It is one of the worst severe trauma cases accompanied by massive bleeding, which is the messiest and most labor-intensive thing in the Emergency Room.

Looking at that chart together, isn't that too cruel a treatment for me, whose mental state is already tattered after just splitting open a pregnant woman's stomach?

"You won't look?"

"I won't. Absolutely won't."

As I firmly built an iron wall, Lee Minjae smacked his tongue and shook his head.

"Why? If you're a genius known to the whole world, shouldn't you love these complicated, high-difficulty cases where blood splatters and bones shatter, and step forward to solve them first?"

"I'm a genius, not a crazy bastard. Right now, I just want to breathe quietly."

"No, from what I see, you're a crazy bastard too."

I lightly ignored that useless analysis and compliment, turning my gaze back to the monitor.

And I quietly opened the blue window in the void that was invisible to others' eyes.

[Dead Medic Gallery]

Hey, just did a PMCD

Author: Korean Slave 1 (Male)

Give me compliments.

Even without explaining every single detail, they should understand this much.

Sure enough, how will those phantoms react to this crazy performance where a mere 4th-year of Emergency Medicine saved both the mother and fetus without any possession?

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