Golden Time Golden Time Chapter 41

Chapter 41

Kim said to Suhyuk without turning his head, "You got too close to me. Step back."

Kim did not sense Suhyuk’s blank eyes. Awakened by Kim’s words, he stepped back. 

Without the professor's words, he would not have realised that he was muttering.

"Open it more,” Kim ordered. 

The resident carefully pushed the surrounding organs to the side to make the damaged aorta visible. 

Kim's scalpel moved instantly. 

"I am incising now. Blood is coming, blood, suction ..." 

At the same time that the aorta was cut off, the suction machine moved around. 

Did the resident not set it up properly?

The soaring blood splashed on Kim’s loupe. The stagnant blood rushed up.

Kim Jinwook took down the scalpel and spoke sharply to the resident. 

"Hey, Lim Taejin, aren’t you doing it right? Wake up!”

The more time is delayed, the higher the probability of complications. Then It is only natural to adversely affect the brain, liver, and kidneys. The heart circulatory machine was running, but it was far from a match for the heart. 

"Sorry, sir!"

The nurse wiped Kim’s glasses and loupe thoroughly, and Kim turned his head again. 

At that moment, blood rushed up again. Kim looked hard at Lim, saying, "Get out." 

“Professor, the patient’s blood pressure is falling.” 

At the extracorporeal perfusionists’ words, Kim knitted his brows. 

“Please keep the blood pressure stable as much as possible.” 

With that order Kim turned back. Suhyuk’s pupils were filled with an intense desire.

He was the very man who opened the cricothyroid membrane without any help. 

Though Kim thought deeply about him like that, Kim shook his head. Even though Suhyuk was an extraordinary student, he was only a practice intern. He could not assign him the role of his assistant. Turning his head again, Kim turned his head again and looked at the resident intensely. 

"Stay awake, okay?"

That was his last warning, and Lim was well aware of it.

Professor Kim had a reputation for having a good personality, but he was different in the operating room. He was cold and unkind. But nobody would badmouth about him behind his back.  

The operating room is the place where the life and death of a patient is determined even if there is the slightest mistake. It was very natural for Kim to be sensitive. 

The resident briefly took a short breath and got down to work again. 

At that moment the trainee’s behavior caught the eye of the professor.

What was he doing? Looking at the chest of the patient whose belly was opened up, he was moving his hands in the air as if he were doing the surgery himself. 

"What are you doing!" 

Alarmed by Kim’s shouting, Lim stopped watching Suhyuk. 

The suction sucked the blood and the target of the surgery came back into his eyes. 

The incised aorta finally came out. At the same time, Suhyuk’s muttering was heard in Kim’s ears. 

"Needle holder ..." 

Kim shook his head as if he was stunned. 

When the nurse skillfully handed over the needle holder, Kim started stitching.

It was a technique that required a high degree of concentration. 

Sometimes the surrounding organs may be torn in the process. 

Kim's eyes were focused on the magnifying glass. 

The inside of the operating room was quiet. Everyone focused on the voice and movement of the professor. Not just the professor, also on Suhyuk’s silent murmurs that kept coming back from behind. Was he not ahead of Kim in the surgery with his words?

Where on earth did he learn that? Through books or videos? 

Surgery always has anomalies. Like now, when the expected surgery time passed by a bit.

However, Suhyuk kept whispering something to Kim as if he were informing him.

No sooner did Kim gave a sigh than the suture ended. 

Finally, by applying an electric shock to the heart, the medical staff fixed their eyes to the machine they were in charge of, or to the patient's heart. The heart must beat.

While everyone was thinking about it, the heart started beating again. 

The heart that was stopped shook and it started to run again. 

"Huhh.. please take care of finishing it well." 

When Kim withdrew, the rest of the medical staff gathered to stitch the opened belly.

"Suhyuk!”

Suhyuk was still mumbling something among the medical staff. 

"Stitching may cause inflammation ..." 

The professor tapped him on the shoulder several times. 

"Lee Suhyuk." 

"Yes, Yes?" 

"What are you doing? The surgery is done." 

Suhyuk followed him with a deep sigh. Again he could have meddled with the surgery before he knew it. It was not the kind of will that he could control. As if there was no one else, only the patient was visible to him and his mood was moody. 

Was it because it was the first day of practice? 

Today was really strange. 

If there was not the professor's voice in the middle, obviously he would have …

"Where did you learn all that?" asked Kim.

“I saw it in books,” replied Suhyuk, scratching his head, to Kim who was taking off his surgery gown.

‘Would he believe that I have done the surgery in my dream? It was unthinkable.’

Kim shook his head again at Suhyuk’s reply. 

It was a real technique that can be used even now. 

Can anyone become a Suhyuk if he learns and accumulates a vast medical knowledge through books alone enough to deal with any situation in his head? 

Kim, who was looking at Suhyuk dumbfoundedly, had no choice but to laugh. 

Suhyuk, following Kim to the recovery room, confirmed the time. It was 7:30 pm. 

It seems like he just came in and out of the operation room. It has already been 3 hours.

Of course, the duration of a stopped heart was much shorter.

"Patient, what's your name?"

The patient who underwent aortic arch reduction. 

He was increasingly becoming conscious. Pulse, respiration, and blood pressure all pointed to normal values. He opened his eyes soon. 

"I'm sick... Where am I?" 

"It's a hospital, a hospital. Your surgery went very well.”

The medical staff constantly checked the patient's consciousness.

The patient was talking incoherently like a drunk man. 

"I'm going to go home," said the patient. 

Suhyuk, who was next to him, muttered, "It’s delirium symptom..." 

It is a symptom often seen in patients who are regaining consciousness after urgent surgery. There were many cases where the patients did not know whether they had undergone surgery or where they were. It was literally chaos. But after 2 or 3 days, they go back to normal as before. During that time, the would patient often hit a doctor or a nurse, or even roughly pull a needle that is plugged into their body. Therefore, careful observation was required for patients with delirium symptoms. 

"Professor, we have an emergency patient."

Kim smiled bitterly at the nurse 's call.

He could not have a brief moment of breathing space. He patted Suhyuk on the shoulder a few times.

"Even observation was hard, right? Good job. Go home and take a break.”

“I'll see you on Monday." 

“Okay.”

Kim headed for the emergency room, and Suhyuk went out of the hospital. 

Suhyuk took the cold air in with a deep breath and breathed it out with a sigh. 

He missed his bed very much, but could not go to bed because he had work to do. 

Suhyuk immediately went to the bus stop.

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"Give me a bottle of soju here!"

Even though it was late into the night, the rice and soup restaurant was crowded with customers.

It was the kind of restaurant that would normally attract old people, but those in their early twenties were the main customers.

"Give me a bottle of soda!" 

"Yes, Yes!"

Hana was running around in the narrow hall and took orders.

At that moment the door opened, and she turned back with a regrettable expression.

"It's soon time to close in a little bit..." she said. 

"I was a little late today? Sorry."

It was none other than Suhyuk.

Hana seemed to harden her face, but started to do things without saying anything. 

However often she shouted at him not to come, or pushed him outside, Suhyuk would come here every day on a busy day like this. She does not know how many years it has been going on. 

Suhyuk laid down the bag and rolled up his sleeves.

"Please bring some more meat here!" 

"Yes, sir!" 

Answering with a laugh, Suhyuk went to the kitchen. 

"Uncle, I’ve an order for more meat to Table #3!”

Hana’s father, busy at that moment, was happy to see him.

"You came here again?”

He became almost resigned to his coming back.
However hard he shouted at him not to come, it fell on deaf ears to him.

Cling!!

Suhyuk turned his head at the sound of the broken glass. 

When Hana was trying to move with a broom and a dustpan, Suhyuk quickly took them away. 

“Let me do it. Just give me one more cup." 

When Suhyuk cleared the cup, the male guest looked at Hana with a regrettable face. 

The light did not turn off until 11 o'clock that night, with Suhyuk and Hana taking orders and cleaning up the tables. When they got some time to take a break finally, a male guest in his early twenties, who looked like a student, made a weird move. His friends kept quietly cheering for him as he kept touching his cell phone. 

"Hey, go get her phone number like a man. Otherwise some other boy will take her.”

He seemed to have decided his mind. 

"Hello..." 

Hana approached the guest with a smile. 

"Well, do you need anything?" 

"Well... well..." 

After hesitating a bit, he said at once, "Can you give me your number, because you are my ideal type?" 

"Ahhh..." 

Hana’s face blushed slightly.

She was asked that kind of question several times before, but found it difficult to manage it.

And the guest, in a situation like this, it was difficult for her to reject it.

After all, she had to lie as usual, "I'm sorry, I have a boyfriend." 

"Oh, you have a boyfriend... Let me have the cheque then…”

He paid quickly like the wind and left the restaurant with his friends.

"Hahh ..." Hana gave a sigh and cleaned the table. 

Every time this kind of thing happened she felt as if she was losing regular customers.

In fact, most of them did not come back when she refused to give her number. 

"Wow. Your popularity never goes down!”

She leered at Suhyuk who said that.

"Let’s go.”

"No, I have to turn off the shop sign light.”

He was laughing gently.

How could he laugh like that when she kept rebuking him every day? 

Shaking her head, she began to clean up the store.

When the store was almost cleaned up, Hana’s father brought some food out of the kitchen. Suhyuk took it and put it down on the table. Steam was rolling up from the pot.

Kimchi stew with pork chops. It smelled wonderful.

"Come on, everyone here."

He called out one of the two, Suhyuk, who was cleaning up the soju and cups. 

"Dad, go home early and rest. Why are you drinking alcohol?”

"Hey, I do not drink it all the time. Sometimes I can. Right, Suhyuk?”

"Sure," said Suhyuk, sitting down at the table with a bright smile. 

“Haha, turn off the sign light and come over here.”

Shaking her head with an unbelievable look, she turned off the light.

When she was about to lock the door, someone opened the door.

"Hey, it's been a while."

Hana was surprised suddenly and looked at Suhyuk. 

Suhyuk was as much surprised.

He said to Dongsu, "I told you I was here, but didn’t tell you to come here.”

With a big smile, Dongsu came into the store and said, "Hi, sir!”

Dongsu had visited the store a few times before. 

Hana’s father said, with a laugh, "What is that bamboo sword?"

Chapter end