Lion Heart Chapter 65

Lee Han grabbed the hand that was extended to him first, but the hand was noticeably shaking. I didn’t know if this was a dream or if he was alive, but it was hard to reprimand Minguk, who looked as if he had been hit, and Kyungmin next to him was also the same.

“Oh, hello. I’m from CS,”

“yes. “You are teacher Kyeong-min Kim.”

“… … .”

“I heard that you work hard day and night, even skipping meals. “I hope this surgery goes well.”

Although these were extremely ceremonial words with no height or lowness, their impact was incomparable as they came out of Lee Han’s mouth. Kyungmin was so dumbfounded that he couldn’t answer properly and glanced at Haejoon.

“Gyo, professor.”

“Yes. okay.”

Did you hear? Well, this person told me… … .

Just by looking at the eyes overflowing with emotion, it was enough to tell what he wanted to say, so Hae-joon lightly touched his forehead to cover his face. I felt like I was taking two wild dogs with me and met a wild beast with a pedigree certificate attached to the royal seal.

“Professor Hae-jun Yoon.”

“… … yes.”

Before she knew it, she slowly removed her hand from the man standing in front of her. Needless to say, I couldn’t control the two children who were very excited and acting foolishly.

“It’s really unexpected to meet the chairman here.”

“It was nothing.”

Even though he was able to regain the flawless, pretentious smile he had maintained in the hospital, he could not hide the tearful eyes.

Why did you come, why did you come? If someone notices like this… … .

“I have heard well how thorough Professor Yoon is on a daily basis.”

“yes? Ah, yes.”

“I sincerely hope that I can meet you in person whenever I get the chance.”

well. Why would I come?

Lee Han bowed his head politely, and his meaningful eyes narrowed slightly. Neither too fast nor too slow, she waved her hands and conveyed the words she was unable to say this morning through her subtle body heat.

“Then I look forward to seeing you as ‘bold and eye-catching’ again today.”

◇ ◆ ◇

“Today’s surgery is to replace the stenotic aortic valve with an artificial valve. Deok-hwan Choi, Hae-jun Yoon, first, and Min-guk Ahn, second. “Let’s start the surgery.”

Professor Choi entered with both hands raised and naturally took a seat on the left side of the patient who had been disinfected with betadine. When Hae-joon, who had performed almost all surgeries since coming as a fellow, stood in the assistant position across from Professor Choi, the nurses looked even more awkward and watched.

“What are you doing? “Incision mass!”

“ah. yes.”

When Professor Choi, who was more sensitive to the atmosphere than anyone else, held out his hand in annoyance, the scrub nurse quickly handed him a scalpel. She looked over at Hae-joon to see if she could, but whether she was on her right or her left, her cold, sunken eyes showed no signs of agitation.

“Ahn Min-guk, you need to grab a skin retractor (a device that opens the skin to secure visibility) .”

“yes. professor.”

At the same time that Professor Choi parted the skin over his chest, Hae-joon winked at Minguk. She opened the patient’s chest with such rapid movements that even Professor Choi, who had raised his eyes at her, could only clear his throat.

“Bobby.”

Hae-joon, who secured the view of Professor Choi, the surgeon, immediately accepted Bobby with his other hand. The beat of my hands and feet, which gently stepped on the steps and supported the blood vessels seeping out, was perfect, as if I was dancing gracefully.

“I will make an incision in your sternum. Please prepare for CPB (cardiopulmonary extracorporeal circulation) in advance.”

“yes. “Professor Yoon.”

Hae-joon, who did not take his eyes off the patient’s chest, spoke to the external circulation technician while holding a chainsaw, and he nodded. Professor Choi was displeased with the sight of everyone in the operating room following Hae-joon’s instructions step by step, but in most cases, this is where the residents end up.

‘No, that rambunctious woman will do everything she can.’

He had heard of Hae-joon’s reputation for being there from start to finish for both large and small surgeries, so he clicked his tongue out of habit. Of course, it would be better if I said something directly, but I couldn’t do that at this moment.

“… … Why are you doing this, Professor Choi?”

“It’s okay, it’s okay.”

Hae-joon cut the patient’s sternum in half with a loud sound and stopped the chainsaw near one shoulder. The man unconsciously turned his head. No, why me. For a moment, he hesitated because of his ridiculous imagination, but that in itself would hurt his pride. She says she is a graduate of a Korean university and has great connections, but she is a full-time professor and Hae-jun is only a full-time physician.

“ Grab ACC (aortic cross clamping: grasping the aortic root with forceps) !”

“yes.”

Professor Choi deliberately raised his voice forcefully. Little by little, he began to feel dispirited. I hesitated for a moment. Not only Yoon Hae-jun, but everyone in this operating room must follow what I say. At best, he was just using his own assistance, so there was no reason to notice anything at all.

“Let the cardioplegia (cardiac arrest) begin.”

“We are ready at the top of Vital.”

As Professor Choi looked at the heart safely connected to the cardiopulmonary circulatory system and instructed the next action, Hae-joon’s eyes turned to the monitor.

Please take care of me.

After tenting, Professor Choi pretended not to hear the special request he made while making eye contact with the anesthesiologist and picked up the scalpel. The body temperature was lowered so as not to put as much strain on the body of the patient whose heart was forcibly stopped, and now the real work begins.

“ruler! Can everyone see here? “The ascending aorta needs to be opened.”

“yes.”

He was so excited that he even tried to sound like he knew everything, so he switched scalpels. To replace a valve, the aorta must be split and the diseased valve removed.

“See? upright! “Get your bearings well!”

“… … .”

“Look at this. Because of this, something goes wrong. “You have to cut out all the diseased ones.”

Quickly, with a slightly louder voice than usual, Professor Choi cut out the valve that connects the aorta to the heart. Contrary to what he said, he was quite meticulous as he inspected the space where the new artificial valve would be installed and cut it out closely so as not to cause any obstruction.

“Don’t play around and sew it up in advance. Since I cut it out here, I started with the thread towards the valve annulus… … no.”

Why is this happening again?

Professor Choi’s voice suddenly quieted as he held the thread. The thread that was going around the cut valve was not fixed and came out, making his hand hesitate.

“Again, I did it right, so why doesn’t this work? her.”

“Professor Choi.”

“Just stay still. “It’s not peeled off or anything has been touched.”

When Hae-joon across from him called out to him, Professor Choi became even more upset. Perhaps I cut too much? Seeing blood during surgery isn’t really a big problem, but seeing the VIP patient and the obnoxious Hae-joon in the same place made my mouth go dry for a moment.

“Uh, so this… … .”

“I think it would be enough right now to reinforce the aortic root with a pledget (surgical gauze) and connect the thread a little further inward.”

“Who doesn’t know that!”

Anyway, it’s unusual.

They come out quickly. Professor Choi rolled his eyes over his mask. I can’t stay still even for a moment! But as soon as his hands started to hesitate, all eyes in the operating room turned to him. Professor Choi’s hands slowed down significantly while he could not even breathe except for the regular sound coming from the monitor.

“Well, so… … “There’s no need to just do something over again.”

“I’m sorry, but you need to hurry up a bit. If this continues for too long, it will put a strain on your heart. “First of all, I told you.”

“Hey.”

As the inferior anesthesiologist gave a hint of warning, Professor Choi’s barely visible forehead became shiny with sweat. The nurse quickly wiped his forehead, but the sweat that began to form quickly reflected his nervousness.

“… … Professor Choi, let me give it a try.”

“Yu, Professor Yoon!”

Min-guk, who was previously connecting the threads to the artificial valve while holding his breath at Hae-joon’s quiet voice, lifted his head. What will you do if a problem arises? It’s not like I’m thinking about anything else before the patient, but if I get involved in this situation by mistake, there’s a strong possibility that Hae-joon will be overshadowed.

Aren’t medical accidents the biggest reason people avoid thoracic surgery?

Although it is not yet a situation that can be called an accident, a single mistake can endanger the patient’s life. If it works out, you get your money back, if it doesn’t, you file a lawsuit. There’s no way that clever Professor Choi wouldn’t know that.

“what? Professor Yoon, do you want to try it?”

“yes. “If you allow me.”

“… … .”

As expected, his disapproving eyes became busy with the patient and Hae-joon. In fact, given the current situation, there was no one who could follow Professor Choi in this operating room.

Now you’re interfering with my surgery.

This is the opportunity. I wonder if he is trying to make a name for himself, but in the meantime, he cannot let down his guard against Hae-joon. But to have such a shrewd ulterior motive… … .

“Professor Choi.”

“Hmm.”

Hae-joon’s hands were shaking again as he looked straight at me. I don’t know what she’s thinking, but there’s no way she wouldn’t know what it means to intervene now with that smart brain. Above all, it is an absolutely unfavorable situation to aim for falling pieces of cake.

“Professor Yoon. If something goes wrong like this,”

“no. Nothing goes wrong.”

“… … what?”

“How could the surgery go wrong when Professor Choi is here and I am helping and everyone here is watching?”

Professor Choi’s eyes widened as Hae-joon’s hand moved closer to the patient’s heart. The anesthesiologist glanced at the monitor as if warning, and everyone, including Minguk, looked up as if waiting for a decision.

“… … Well, anyway, just speak well. “I don’t know what they were thinking when they followed me into my surgery room.”

“Of course, it’s the same reason as Professor Choi.”

“what? “My, what am I?”

“You want to save the patient.”

“… … .”

“I did my best better than anyone else.”

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