Sense

4 hours since arriving in Shanghai.

Dowook sat in the lounge and looked around the general medicine supplies piled up by each country.

Internal medicine doctors focused on oral medication such as gastrointestinal medicine and headache medicine. Surgeons came in with only first aid tools and fluids.

Korea, which had both internal medicine and surgery.

"……it's really just hangover cures."

"I told you."

The medical supplies box, which had been transported 10 minutes ago, was filled with only ‘Heotgae Condition’ and ‘Dawn 707.’

"We can't do this in countries where the hospital level is low, but places belonging to the G20 will not supply low-grade medical resources locally. That's why we're providing this kind of service."

"Aha."

Like Professor Lee, Dowook arranged the hangover cures one by one on the table.

『Doctor Lee, is there a new product that came out?』

French doctor Claude came over. Professor Lee just took out a bottle from the box.

『This one has twice the fluids.』

『Oh! Oh!』

Claude accepted it like a treasure and raised his thumb. Since there were now two hours left until the evening, he seemed to be preparing to drink in advance.

When the luggage that arrived from the airport was almost organized, the lounge, which had been busy for a while, calmed down again.

Professor Lee laughed at Dowook who looked at the clock, yawned, then looked at the clock again.

"In Korea, I always wished the patients would stop coming but here I sort of miss being so busy."

"Ha. That's true."

Dowook, who was wiping away tears from yawning, felt a sudden disturbance in the emergency center and turned.

Movement to greet the patient in advance.

Seeing that the head of the center, who had not been seen for a while, was waiting at the entrance, it seemed that the patient wasn’t someone ordinary.

He looked out the window wondering if the patient was someone rich, when he saw Claude running out with a serious expression.

"Professor Lee. A French patient is coming."

"France?”

It was more interesting because it was the first G20 participant patient.

Other doctors in the lounge gathered near the window feeling the same curiosity.

While waiting for the one arriving in, Chinese bodyguards in black suits were seen coming in first and securing the route.

An unusual atmosphere.

Subsequently, a stretcher was pushed in. The German doctor muttered when he saw the face of the patient.

『Isn't that Bern Kushner?』

When the name of the French Minister of Health and Welfare came out, everyone exclaimed in surprise at the same time.

Claude hurriedly asked, looking at Minister Kushner, who settled in the clinic.

『When did he faint?』

『15 minutes ago. While reviewing the declaration at the hotel, suddenly…….』

In response to the secretary's answer, Claude spoke to Zhang Wen, head of the center.

『Please send someone from emergency.』

『Okay, Li Wei!』

Another doctor was next to Claude.

Claude, who was examining for signs of trauma and checked the electrocardiogram, blood pressure, and pupil reaction. Then he sighed and expressed his opinion.

『It's not a light vagus nerve fainting. I suspect a stroke, so CT scans are urgent. Please, center director. And… 』

『I will call all the senior professors of neurosurgery and neurology at our hospital.』

With the issue on hand being what it was, Zhang Wen's response was also quick.

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While the minister was moved to the video room, Claude asked the secretary.

『Did he have any other symptoms before fainting? Whether it's a headache or a cognitive problem.』

『Oh. He said the declaration was hard to read.』

『It's sounding more and more like a stroke. If this continues, we won’t know what's going to happen. We should also consider urgently transferring back to France.』

The faces of the assistants who followed along turned dark at Claude's words.

In a little bit.

Faculty members of the First People's Hospital gathered in the video room of the VIP Emergency Center.

The opinions of the neurosurgeons and neurologists were divided over the location of the occluded artery in the CT images.

-It would be safer to treat blood clotting with thrombolytic release.

-The occlusion is light. Mechanical thrombectomy is suitable for complete recovery.

Claude, who was receiving the translation of the specialists’ opinions from the head of the center, called Dieno Hospital in Paris, where he worked, thinking that things couldn’t continue that way.

The golden time to change the prognosis of acute ischemic stroke was 6 hours.

Cross-verification by several doctors was needed ahead of an important decision.

『Yes, Dr. Liam. I'll send you the chart, so please check it and contact me right away. Cause? I don't know. High blood pressure, obesity, smoking, diabetes. There's a possibility for everything. Anyway, improving habits is not important now, but immediate action is important.』

Claude, who was on the phone, was approached by the secretary of the minister.

『What's the conclusion?』

『I'm checking right now.』

『I've been contacted through the Ministry of Foreign Affairs channel, and I'm telling you this because I wonder if it will help. I received information that this hospital has a doctor recognized by the international neurology community.』

『All the neurosurgeons who are said to be doing well here at the First People's Hospital have already gathered over there. The center director called them.』

『No, not a local doctor. A Korean doctor. The name is ‘Dough Park?’』

Claude's eyes widened.

『Doctor Park Dowook?』

-What? What are you talking about?

Dr. Liam's voice was heard on the cell phone that was still connected, but Claude's gaze did not leave the lounge.

『Did the secretary mishear? Dr. Park Dowook is a neurosurgeon, but he is very young. He’s not old enough to be called an authority…….』

-Claude. Did you just say Park Dowook? Is he there?

Wondering what this was about, Claude asked.

『Do you know also know him, Dr. Liam?』

– The theme of this month's intensive conference in our department is the "Park Dowook Knot." The skill level in this paper is crazy.

『What?』

Claude ran to the lounge.

"I can't believe the first patient is a minister with a stroke. It's way out of my expectations."

At Dowook’s words, Professor Lee also looked out the window with a surprised gaze.

"The French are going to have a lot of worries. The main agenda of this meeting will be Minister Kushner.”

"Really?"

Gazing outside in the hopes that it would heal well, he suddenly heard the door burst open.

"Doctor Park!"

It was Claude.

『Hurry up and check the diagnosis.』

『Me?』

『The most-skilled neurosurgery professor I know is studying your knot! Hurry up!』

At the desperate cry, Dowook rose from the chair and looked at Professor Lee.

"Do we have to go through diplomatic procedures?"

"Not at all. You're usually worried about friction caused by conflict of opinion, but you don't seem to have a problem."

"Then I'll be back."

Professor Lee smiled and sent off Dowook.

Dowook left the lounge and moved to the video room located on one side of the emergency center.

When he entered, there were quite a lot of people waiting. Claude pointed to the monitor next to Dowook.

『That's it.』

『Where's the basic diagnostic test chart?』

『Here.』

Dowook briefly revealed his findings after examining the blood clot blocking the blood vessels in the patient's head.

『We found the location of vascular obstruction. Other areas have no incidence factors. I can remove it right away.』

『We’re worried about the method of doing so.』

『The method? What’s there to think about?』

『Because we have to do the right thing.』

When the head of the center interpreted the conversation into Chinese, all neurosurgeons at the People's Hospital listened to Dowook’s voice.

『Are you referring to administering thrombolytic drugs or mechanical thrombectomy by inserting a conduit?』

『Yes, those two.』

The eyes of the Chinese doctors who insisted on different treatments shone.

『Those are just standard treatments. Both adjust blood clots only up to 80 to 90 percent, not solving the fundamental cause of sudden blood clots. Didn't the right measure mean perfect treatment, minimizing the patient's aftereffects?』

『I-is there any other way?』

『We need to open it ourselves to completely remove the blood clot and adjust all blood vessels that interfere with smooth blood flow. Manually.』

All the Chinese doctors who heard the interpreter looked dumbfounded. A method that was rarely used due to the advanced medical tools. They didn't know that he would casually propose a solution that relied entirely on the hands of the surgeon and only on skills.

Claude was also very surprised and picked up his cell phone.

『Uh, Dr. Liam. Dr. Park has proposed a surgery.….』

A secretary approached Claude after the call.

『What does the French hospital say?』

『Dr. Park's solution is the most suitable way to treat the Minister's illness, but not everyone can do it.』

『What if no one can do it?』

『Only experienced specialists can handle these risks. Only Park Do-wook will be able to perform it in Shanghai.』

The secretary moved toward the aides with a heavy complexion. After a serious discussion, the secretary, rather than Claude, approached Dowook.

『Doctor Park.』

『Yes.』

『Can you please proceed with the surgery right now?』

『What?』

Dowook looked at the secretary with a flustered look. The French minister's brain surgery in Shanghai, and immediately at that. Even in the face of such an unexpected situation, he asked questions habitually.

『Did you get consent from the legal guardian?』

『We have received the information that Dr. Park has performed several high-level surgeries recognized by the International Medical Society. All of the assistants judged that Dr. Park's skills were highly reliable, and they also decided that it was right to receive accurate treatment for the Minister's health rather than forcing him to attend the remaining events by using a solvent or performing conduit surgery.』

Although the tone was very businesslike, the logic was clear.

『Okay. Still, we need support from the medical staff who have undergone related surgery. There should also be an operating room with specialized neurosurgery equipment.』

『I will definitely take responsibility for that part at the First People's Hospital.』

Center director Zhang Wen informed Dowook.

『I need two talented assistants.』

『Let's decide that now. Here, these professors are the best at the First People's Hospital. I'll show their the surgical history data.』

Dowook turned to about 10 doctors gathered. Faces shocked by his surgical proposal. They looked like they were looking at a monster.

‘It's a national thing, so I only thought at Professor Choi's level of perfect surgery, but I feel like I'm being treated a little weird.’

Anyway, he had to do his best to choose an assistant, so Dowook asked Zhang Wen to interpret this.

『I will complete the operation within two hours to minimize the progression of cerebral infarction. Blood vessels in the area where the blood clots are clumped need elaborate work of suturing in the form of a solid knot. Can anyone catch up with this rhythm?』

The eyes of several doctors were fired up.

And

Tingle. Tingle.

Dowook picked up the two people who conveyed their senses most intensely.

As a result, a temporary surgical team in Shanghai was formed quickly.

The inside of the lounge was noisy at the news of the French minister's surgery.

Lee Il-soo was reluctant to answer the doctors from other countries who surrounded him and asked about Dowook, and simply told them the evaluation given by senior professor Yoon Doo-cheon.

『In Korea, he is a genius surgeon with talent that may appear once every few decades. I heard that the special surgeries he does occasionally attracts surgeons to the point where you’d have to pay for the right to observe.』

Garrett, the American doctor crossed his arms and snorted at those words.

『I don’t believe it. How legendary could his surgeries be?』

『Tom Brand would have said something similar.』

『Tom Brand?』

Garrett also knew the story of a Hollywood star who luckily found a malignant brain tumor as an early diagnosis and underwent surgery. However, he had never heard of whether Park Dowook performed the surgery.

When even Spain's Dr. Ellie listened to Lee Il-soo's story with an interested look, Garrett gritted his teeth and brought out his phone. Because Johns Hopkins Hospital happened to have a neurosurgeon who attended the operation.

『Can I talk to neurosurgery? Yes, right away.』

As the phone was connected, Ronshaw Mitchell's bright voice came through.

-Oh, Dr. Greer. I heard you went to China as an emergency doctor representing the U.S. The emergency chief really liked it.

『I'm in Shanghai right now. It's nothing but…….』

Garrett's expression as he listened to Mitchell's story on his cell phone changed step by step.

‘How does that make sense?’, ‘How dare he!’, ‘What can you do?’, ‘Why do I feel so tired from that…’ going through those four steps

『….haha. Hahaha!』

-Yeah. It was a great surgery that made me laugh.

He entered the "mental collapse" stage.

3rd floor of the main building of the 1st People's Hospital, inside the changing room.

While changing into a navy surgical suit provided by the hospital, Dowook looked at the screen when his cell phone rang.

If possible, he was going to call back after the surgery but it was Ha Sang Joong.

"Yes, chief."

-Choi Hoo told me not to be ridiculous. What should I do?

"Did you get assistance with the surgery?"

-Yeah.

He could guess what it was like knowing Chief Ha, who was a non-stop talking style.

-How did you endure that rotten guy's temper? Throughout the surgery, nag nag. Why does it take so long for the chief to help me? Oh, I'm getting angry just thinking about it.

Dowook, who finished wearing the surgical suit while listening to Chief Ha's lament, fixed his hold on the phone and comforted the chief.

"Please hang in there for two more days. It’s not like you're going to fight."

-If I was a kid, I'd just. Are you okay with the situation there? According to the news, violent protesters also appeared.

"Nothing special happened. Bern Kushner needs to go into surgery now."

-Oh, surgery? Okay…… No. What is he saying? Why do you have surgery there? Are you going to open a business in Shanghai?

"No, I happened in another circumstance that would add to my specs.”

-Are you kidding with someone who's angry over having to cover for you? Berne whatsit, who’s that?

‘Hmm.’

Should he reveal this or not? Dowook, who was agonizing over it, opened his mouth.

"The French minister."

-……?

Click.

Although he just hung up the phone, Dowook felt like he could hear Chief Ha's yelling all the way here from Seoul.