I Reincarnated as a Legendary Surgeon

Episode 232. When not to be patient (1)

“Bu-bu-ya! Save my father!”

Jojo anxiously waited for the painter at the entrance of the camp, and as soon as he saw the painter, he took the lead in opening the road and leading the painter to the place where his father was lying.

Several city doctors were already treating Cao Song.

“Miss Hwa. Please come and take a look.”

The city doctors who had been treating them hurriedly gave up their seats when the painter appeared.

‘Oh no!’

The painter gasped in vain the moment he saw the scarred Cao Song.

Even Cao Song had taken off all of his underwear and covered his lower body with a piece of cotton cloth, but all the blood that had flowed from his body had been wiped off, so the wound was exposed.

Arrows with severed stems were stuck in the shoulders and stomach, and the cuts were long from the right side to the left thigh, but the penis and testicles were located in the path.

‘Did I become a eunuch?’

He hadn’t lifted his face yet, but because he had clairvoyance, he could see that part of his penis had been cut off and that his cystic core had been damaged quite a bit.

‘Let’s save lives first!’

The painter hurriedly washed his hands in spirits and changed his clothes. And I let all but three of the city go.

“I must stay.”

But Jojo did not go out and endured.

“Brother, now father has to open the boat and examine the wounds the arrows have ruined. If tiny foreign substances from your brother’s body enter your father’s stomach, it could be life-threatening.”

“I will change my clothes like you, cover my mouth, and put a hood on my head.”

“Would you like to see the gear?”

“It was a poem earlier. Such severe wounds may not be able to be saved even if you come.”

“…..”

“If I can’t save him, shouldn’t I see my father’s final road?”

“Then you’d better be there. My father’s wounds are serious… I’ll do my best, but it’s hard to guarantee.”

“Then I will keep the last one.”

The painter nodded, looking at Jojo’s bloody red eyes. You probably want to cry right now.

“All right. Then observe.”

“thanks.”

Even while talking to Jojo, the painter was preparing for surgery with his hands.

If there were disciples, it would have been easy to prepare, but now I have to do it myself, so it took quite a bit of time.

Since the city doctors had seen a lot of how the painter performed surgery through eye candy, they did all the basic things like putting an iron on a charcoal fire to heat it up, bringing distilled spirits and distilled water, and lighting several lanterns.

After sterilizing the knife and needle, the painter tilted the fainting body up, opened his mouth, inserted a tube into his esophagus, and poured the anesthetic.

“Put a pillow under your back and let me lie on your side until I tell you to stop.”

“All right.”

While the fireman gave instructions to the doctor about such trivial matters, he immediately remembered his disciples. If it were them, they would have done it all on their own without having to say anything.

‘I’m going to come with you on a horse with a wrong report…’

I regretted it for a moment, but I had to do my best in the past and now.

While waiting for the fireman to become anesthetized, he listened to explanations such as reinforcing the hemostasis the city doctors had done and the length of the arrowhead he had cut.

After some time, when it was determined that the anesthesia had worn off, I placed a pillow on Cao Soong’s head.

Originally, when performing surgery to cut the stomach, food in the intestines can reflux and block the airway, so you have to empty the inside, but now you can’t do that, so you have to give it a slope like this.

‘For now, the position of the arrow is not bad.’

The fireman confirmed that the arrow was stuck in the stomach at a slight angle from top to bottom, and split the lower part where the arrow was stuck.

When the peritoneum was cut open, the internal organs filled with blood were revealed.

“Please hold this and spread it like this.”

The fireman put the retractor with his stomach open into the hands of the nearby doctor.

“Like this?”

“yes.”

“Please give me some distilled liquor, and absorb the blood inside with a cotton cloth and squeeze it out.”

“Here’s the spirits.”

“Can I do this?”

“no. Give it to me. You have to do this.”

“Ah yes.”

Although the city doctors did well in what the painter ordered because they had basic notice, it was too insufficient compared to what the disciples had done.

During the operation, the poets sometimes made mistakes, but whenever they did, the words came out harshly from the painter’s mouth, and gradually changed to a high pitch as time passed.

“Wait, what are you doing? Why are you touching the arrow shaft?”

“Oh no I…”

“Ah! Congressman. What if it blocks my view? Come on, get out of the way.”

“yes yes.”

“Hey. I need to insert a knife, but if I hold the forceps that loose, can I put it in?”

“Like this?”

“More. Didn’t you eat? Use some strength.”

As the fireman’s voice grew louder, the poets shrank, made more mistakes, and later became flustered.

‘Ha~. driving me crazy.’

“Master, we are here.”

Then I heard Obo’s voice.

When did they arrive?

“Oh come on.”

The fireman’s voice brightened. In fact, he was almost on the verge of bursting out of his mouth.

As soon as the disciples came in, they changed seats with the doctors.

After Obo took over the retractor and Buna wiped off the blood and foreign substances in his stomach with a cotton cloth, Dangji Lee watched Josung’s breathing and changed the position of the lamp so that the painter could see his stomach better.

apart. drooling. Puff Puff…..

‘Now I can do it properly.’

The fireman didn’t even open his mouth anymore.

Even if he didn’t say anything, the disciples took care of themselves, so the operating room became quiet in an instant, and the doctors looked at the fireman and the disciples with complicated expressions, some relieved, some tired, some surprised.

The painter, who had sewn up the large intestine where the arrow had been pierced and looked into the stomach, had Obo perform a shoulder operation, and Buna had the abdomen sutured, and then himself operated on the severed cyst and penis.

About half of the penis was cut off, but it was unfortunate for the patient because it was unknown where the cut was located, but he had no choice but to suture it.

‘Well, you’re quite old, so you’re not going to see descendants…’

The painter suddenly remembered that he had more than ten concubines.

‘Kuhm~. It’s a pity… but this is something I can’t do for you.’

It would be difficult to find Cao Song’s concubine in the future, but he thought that if he did, he would never miss Cao Song again.

After suturing the penis, the painter removed the destroyed cyst. Fortunately, one of the two was unharmed.

In fact, the pain nerves are concentrated in the nangsim, so if you are shocked, it is a very painful place, but even if you remove it, it is not a place to die. However, in the future, there may be an imbalance in male hormones and various symptoms may appear, which was impossible to do at the current level of medicine.

The poets who watched the fireman and his disciples perform surgery were making faces of wonder, as if they had forgotten when they had heard bitter words.

In fact, they had seen a lot of painters treating patients. However, I have not been able to see the surgery scene until now because I did not get permission.

‘It’s not like you can imitate Dr. Heo Heo-hwa’s medicine just by looking at it!’

‘I ignored them because they were disciples… Your hand movements are as good as that of Dr. Hwa!’

‘If I don’t learn systematically… I won’t be able to do it.’

‘I thought Congressman Hwa was a shy person who passed on slander only to his disciples, but that wasn’t the case. After watching the surgery scene, I felt ashamed as a doctor. The reason I haven’t shown it until now is probably because I was worried that it would make me feel ashamed.’

For a while, maybe for the rest of my life, the scene of the surgery I saw today wouldn’t leave my head.

* * *

A day has passed since Jo Sung’s surgery, but he hasn’t woken up.

In the meantime, Hwabu was treating the Gasols who were attacked by the assailants with Cao Soong.

Jojo kept his father’s side while the hwabu was being treated, but on the other hand, he ordered his men to find out who the gangsters who attacked his father were.

Sunuk and some generals went out to investigate, but they returned after 10 days.

“Those who attacked Jo Tae-wi and his family are probably the soldiers of Seo Joo-mok, Do-gyeom.”

Shun-wu called Cao Song the old official, Taiwei.

“what! DK. That bat-like bastard dared to attack my father and his family?”

Jojo has long expressed Do-gyeom as a bat, because when the feudal lords gathered to attack Dong Zhuo, he bought favor with them by sponsoring them, but on the other hand, he secretly gave money to Dong Zhuo to buy himself a place of attention.

In a word, it was a double-legged look.

Rumors were circulating that he was raising his army by accepting a large number of Yellow Turban enemies who had fled after fighting against him these days.

“yes. We couldn’t find any traces of the gangsters, but when we asked the merchants and merchants around us, they said there were no such large-scale bandits in the area where Cho Tae-wi and his party were attacked. If there are, there are only DK’s soldiers.”

“그럼 도겸 그 개새끼가 내 아버지를 급습하고 재물을 탈취한 거군.”

“Yes, it seems so.”

Suddenly,

a grinding sound came from Jojo’s mouth.

“It was already unsightly for that bat cub to absorb the Yellow Turban enemies that I missed. I will not sleep unless I decapitate that bat.”

“I understand that Lord Zhou is angry, but it is unreasonable to attack Zhou now.”

At Cao Cao’s words, Xun Yu immediately expressed concern.

“what are you talking about? Now I have a large army of over 300,000 and valiant generals.”

“Half of the large crowd of over 300,000 are Cheongju-gun, which was recently incorporated. And since Do-gyeom has maintained a strong relationship with the surrounding feudal lords since before, when he asks for a relief army, people like Gongsun-chan and Gong-yong can’t help but help.”

“Why do the feudal lords help that baby bat?”

“Only the Duke of Zhou, who directly fought with Dong Zhuo, knows the fact that he acted like a bat, but neither Gongsun Zan nor Gong Rong will know. And even if they knew, the Duke of Zhou became the owner of a great power that started with Donggun and encompassed Yeonju and Cheongju.

“Oops! Still, my father suffered a catastrophe, but I can’t stand it. If Gongsun Zan and Gong Rong help, I will destroy them as well.”

“Juju Gong. Be a little self-respecting, and after the army stabilizes…”

Bang!

At that moment, Jojo smashed the table with his fist, smashing it to pieces.

“My father was attacked by bats and died. Every time I see him barely eating porridge, it seems like blood is coming up from his five viscera… If you’re like me, can you stand it?”

“…..”

“If you know who your enemy is and don’t take revenge, the world will laugh at you. Summon generals and soldiers immediately.”

“I see.”

Soon-wook could no longer say anything to dissuade him from Jojo’s sullen spirit, and only lowered his head.

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