I Reincarnated as a Legendary Surgeon Chapter 80

Episode 80. Operating on my mother (2)

“Senator. The fire is ready.”

At that ti, Obo, who had gone outside, ca in with a brazier containing charcoal.

“Good work. The older brothers and Aunt Haewol are out while the surgery is being perford.”

“I will watch you operate.”

“older brother.”

“I want to see it too.”

“It’s not possible.”

The fireman said firmly. The two older brothers were dumbfounded by the fireman’s appearance, but the fireman pulled them out by the hands.

“Okay, don’t leave.”

Hwabok stopped going out and ca back and held the fireman’s hand tightly.

“request.”

“Do not worry.”

The fireman nodded firmly again.

While the two brothers went outside, the fireman lit a few more lamps despite the strong sun.

When the lanterns were lit, the room beca much brighter.

“Boy, disinfect. Disinfect Bong, too.”

The fireman put his hand over the large bowl, and Obo poured the spirits into it.

After a while, the painter, who had even disinfected the tools, put a needle on the mother as she completely lost consciousness, delaying the flow of blood around the area to be operated.

He then wiped the right upper abdon with distilled spirits and cut a small knife about one centiter below the intercostal space.

“Boya Indu.”

“yes.”

Good luck….

Before the fireman could even speak, Obo, who was holding the already heated and moderately cooled iron, quickly opened the blood vessels.

Smoke and the sll of burning at ca out, but the fireman didn’t care and quickly cut the knife again.

“Mr. Bong. Grab the cracked flesh like Bo and spread it apart.”

“Okay.”

When Obo put down the iron and opened the flesh with a nitrector, Congressman Bong saw how much he was doing and followed suit.

After cutting the skin, muscle, and even the abdominal cavity, the painter put his hand through the yellow lump of oil.

‘First, the gallbladder is removed from the liver.’

The fireman found the gallbladder attached to the bottom of the dark red liver and lifted it up.

As expected from fluoroscopy, part of the gallbladder was inflated like a balloon, and part of it had already undergone necrosis.

‘If I hadn’t had the surgery, I would have been in big trouble.’

The fireman carefully began slicing the sentery between the liver and gallbladder.

It would be good if the dissection was done at once, but in the anti, there were blood vessels supplying nutrients to the gallbladder in the sentery, and the tube for the digestive juices stored in the gallbladder was also hidden.

‘The sentery is carefully removed to expose the cystic artery and cystic duct first…’

After carefully removing the sticky mbrane, like a fish’s tail, the blood vessels and ducts were exposed. .

close up close up

The painter pinched the blood vessels and tubes with Kelly, then double-tied them with thread. The blood vessels on the side of the gallbladder were also tied up once more and then cut between them with a knife.

Pod! In an instant, blood spurted out of his veins.

“Look.”

“yes.”

I didn’t have to ntion it specifically, but I already understood the misinformation and imdiately grabbed a clean cloth with forceps and wiped it off by putting it in the blood spatter.

The fireman felt for the blood vessels wriggling with his heartbeat to see if there was more bleeding, and then cut the tube coming out of the gallbladder in the sa way.

“Change the boya iron.”

“yes.”

The iron that Bo changed and held out was thinner than chopsticks, but the tip was bent in an ‘ㄱ’ shape.

The fireman held the pharynx in his right hand, then lifted the gallbladder with his left hand and held the sentery between them.

‘Did you pass the most dangerous hurdle with this? Now, all you have to do is exfoliate well.’

There was another hidden blood vessel between the sentery, but it was already expected, so the bleeding was easily stopped.

Profitable benefit….

The painter did not use a knife and only exfoliated with the iron.

When the pharynx burns and separates, the thin capillaries burn together, so there is almost no bleeding.

The painter dissected the gallbladder, placed it in a porcelain bowl, and inspected the bleeding areas in the liver once more, and poked it with a pharynx.

‘Let’s look carefully in case there is sothing wrong with other parts.’

After handing over the pharynx to Ohbo, the painter carefully examined the liver with both hands to see if there was any more bleeding or if the other organs were okay.

‘The liver is still a little swollen, but judging from its condition, it seems that he hasn’t been drinking lately.’

When no abnormalities were found, a wick was inserted into a coffin made of pig intestines and the stomach was closed.

‘Whoa-. Fortunately, the operation was completed quickly.’

‘Oh that’s great! As expected, it’s a different kind of dicine from the likes of !’

Bong, who assisted with the fireman’s surgery along with Obo, looked like a person who had experienced a different world.

In Maseokgol, he saw a fireman operating on soldiers, but the current operation was a step higher than before.

‘I don’t even dare to pretend.’

When I pinpointed the location of the blood vessels hidden in the oil film, removed the film, picked it up with Kelly, and tied it with a thread to stop the bleeding, I felt goosebumps all over my body.

How could he have known that such blood vessels were hiding in such a place where only a yellow film of oil was visible?

‘I feel like I’m looking at the human body as if I were looking at the palm of my hand. amazing!’

Bong suddenly rembered that he had lent the tools he had received from Pyochung and proudly told the fireman that he had perford the surgery before he went into surgery.

Suddenly, my face turned red.

Compared to this operation, it was embarrassing to even call it surgery.

‘Truly, if I were just 10 years younger, I would have beaten the doctor’s office and worked under the doctor’s office and beco a disciple… It’s a pity that I’m old.’

Congressman Bong looked at the misinformation that the fireman was already preparing for himself before he even spoke.

Being prepared like that ant that I was already drawing the surgery process in my head.

He had no idea what to do, but the 12-year-old kid was perfectly coordinated.

‘This generation’s faithfulness is Congressman Hwa, and the next generation’s faithfulness is this guy?’

Rep. Bong was a bit greedy after seeing the misinformation.

Even though he is old and unable to beco a painter’s apprentice, his nephew Bun-ah seed able to make one.

In my heart, I want to put my son or grandson in the position of a disciple, but my son showed a talent for business and beca a decent herb rchant, and my grandson couldn’t even lift a diaper.

‘He also said that he wanted to learn dicine and beco a doctor…’

* * *

After his mother’s surgery, the painter collapsed while giving Obo a few requests.

Congressman Bong quickly helped the fireman and ca out.

“This is because it consus a lot of energy. Get a good night’s sleep and wake up and you’ll be fine.”

“Mother… how did the surgery go?”

“Good. You don’t have to worry about anything.”

Only then did Hwabok and Flowerpot let out a sigh.

The mother’s room was quite large, so the two older brothers brought a bed and put the housekeeper to sleep next to the mother.

‘Where am I?’

When the fireman realized that he was standing alone in the dark, where there was nothing, he felt a sudden fright. There was nothing to get your hands on, and all was darkness.

‘Where the hell is this place?’

Suddenly, a group of lights gathered in front of them, and they quickly took on a human form.

‘uh! You, you…..’

The painter recognized that the person created in front of him was himself and made an absurd expression. Then, he realized that the other person’s eyes were looking up and he was looking down.

If they were the sa fireman, the height difference couldn’t have happened.

The fireman lowered his head and examined himself.

He was wearing a white coat and had a stethoscope around his neck. When I lifted my hand and examined it, I could see that it was not the hand of a young painter, but Han Jin-soo’s hand, which was much larger and thicker than that.

Since there is no mirror, you can’t look at the face, but the face is probably Han Jin-soo’s.

‘Am I dreaming right now? No, this is too vivid and strange to be called a dream, but what the hell is it?’

Another fireman in front of didn’t say anything and shed tears, and then knelt down and bowed deeply to himself.

‘why? Bow to … Are you saying thank you for saving my mother?’

In response to Han Jin-soo’s question, the painter did not say anything.

I just continued to bow, but as I did, my body beca transparent as if it were becoming glass. And when he bowed nine tis, he completely disappeared.

When the fireman disappeared, Han Jin-soo was strangely filled with emotions.

I was in tears, I was happy, and I was also sad.

flash

In an instant, I opened my eyes and saw a bright light instead of the black darkness. And as ti passed, he found himself sleeping in his mother’s room.

“Was it a dream?”

When he got up, he found himself lying on the bed and Ohbo dozing next to his mother’s bed.

When I turned my head, the full moon was bright in the night sky.

“You slept quite a while.”

The painter moved Obo to the bed he was lying on and sat down next to his mother to check his condition.

‘You seem to be sleeping soundly.’

Seeing my mother asleep made feel completely different from the other tis I looked after patients after surgery.

For so reason, various complex emotions such as affection, warmth, and great relief swirled around in my heart.

‘Perhaps the dream I had just a mont ago… might not have been just a simple dream.’

The painter turned his head and looked at the brightly shining moon.

‘Are you safe now?’

* * *

After his mother’s surgery, the painter did not go to Sochon and refused all requests for house visits.

It was the will to remain only at the painter’s shop until complete recovery.

It was Congressman Bong who was excited about that, and it was because his doctor was close. He abandoned his doctor’s room and ca to visit every day to see how the painter was taking care of his mother.

The fireman was examining the end of the coffin that ca out of the mother’s side.

“This is clear serous fluid. It’s a bit yellowish, but if it’s clear like this, it ans that the stomach has almost recovered. Then remove the tube and seal it.”

“yes.”

Ohbo nodded at the fireman’s words, and Congressman Bong looked at the porcelain once more.

As the painter sutured the flesh from the coffin, Congressman Bong opened his mouth slightly cautiously.

“Hey, Congressman Hwa. The nephew I was talking about yesterday.”

“Ah, my nephew who wants to learn that dicine.”

“huh. If you’re going to learn dical science, I’d like to have Congressman

Hwa learn it …”

“Isn’t it because Dr. Hwa’s dical skills are superior to mine?”

“hmm-. How old did you say?”

“Here is the sa thirteen-year-old as Obo.”

Winter was almost over and spring was coming, so the painter was now sixteen and Obo was thirteen.

“Try to bring it.”

“Ha ha, I see. Bun-ah doesn’t look like Jiamil, he looks like , so he’s very smart.”

“Is Bun-ah’s mother the congressman’s younger sister?”

“huh.”

“You didn’t say that in front of Bun-ah, did you?”

“of course. How do you look at and say things like that? Anyway, I’ll bring Bun-ah tomorrow.”

“yes.”

Hee hee!

Then a horse neighed and there was a commotion outside. Suddenly, the fireman’s face contorted.

“Hmm, why is it so noisy outside?”

Mother rubbed her eyes and asked if she had been awakened by the noise.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah, my stomach doesn’t hurt much anymore.”

“I will raise you up.”

The painter is raising his mother’s upper body and offering a pillow behind her

back

…

The mont the word “top” was heard, the fireman’s movents stopped, the mother’s eyes widened, and Congressman Bong and Ohbo turned their heads toward the door.

After a while, I heard footsteps approaching quickly.

“Wonhwa.”

The person who opened the door was a flower pot.

The fireman let out a long sigh as he looked at his brother’s flustered face.

My mother said she would not see other patients until she got well, but now that she found out who was outside, she couldn’t be stubborn.

“The ssengers of the Sangsang have co.”

“As expected.”

There weren’t many opponents that the older brother, who could be a nobleman and the head of a painter’s house, would greet so grandiosely.

Within Paeguk, there are 5 prefectures that are larger or smaller than Chohyeon, and the Sangsang who rules all prefectures was Jinkyu.

“I heard my older brother say hello… Then, did you get a royal letter?”

“huh.”

“Could it be that Sang called Won-hwa?”

At that ti, the mother, who was lying on the bed, asked the flowerpot a question.

“Your mother.”

“How does your boss know the won?”

“Wonhwa once cured the disease of Kocho Daein, the youngest head of Gogajang. Since the nephew of Go Dae-in is the third Sangbi, I think that the word that Won Hwa is excellent in dicine may have entered through Ko Dae-in.”

“Even if Won-hwa treated the ancient people, there are poets with excellent dical skills in Sang, and aren’t there many doctors who are famous in other prefectures?”

“Ma’am, of course, their dical skills are great, but it’s hard to say they’re better than Dr. Hwa’s. No, in fact, Congressman Hwa is far above them. I think that’s why the ancients recomnded it to Sang.”

When Rep. Bong gave supplentary explanations from the side, her mother’s face showed a proud expression.

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