Jong-seok, who was watching the monitor CT, opened his mouth.

"For now..."

Jong-seok, who stopped talking for a while, saw a strong earthquake.

"Mr. Kang and Mr. Seol aren't doing the surgery, are they?"

"Of course."

It's a medical lawsuit that the resident, who is still learning, does such a big operation.

And I'm not good at it.

"So you're the one who's going to do the assembly?"

"Yes"

"Can I see the professors here?"

Kang Jin and Seol Hyo-sung frowned at Jong-seok's words. I can't believe you asked me to come here to see some professors I'm not sure if I could go and meet them.

Moreover, professors do not covet Jong-seok. A strong earthquake shook his head.

"You're both busy right now.."

"Then shall we call the director and watch it together?"

Kang Jin frowned at Jong-seok's words. Professors are difficult, but the director is more difficult.

Seeing that Kang Jin couldn't say anything, Jong-seok said,

"What should I do?"

When he saw Seol Hyo-seong, he shook his head in a small way after he was satisfied with the question of Jong-seok.

Now that the director's name has been mentioned, he had to speak for now. Seol Hyo-sung and Kang Jin took out their cell phones and called him.

"Professor, I'd like to see Mr. Lee Jong-seok right now. Oh, I'm sorry about that, or I said I'd meet with the director. Yes, sir."

After finishing the call, the two of them saw the end of the day and night.

"He's coming."

"He's coming to the end."

And let's just wait a minute. Two doctors from the old age came inside.

When the professors of cardiothoracic and neurosurgery came in, the doctors bowed their heads immediately.

The professor approached Jong-seok with such a rude greeting.

"What's going on?"

"You don't seem to believe in me."

A professor nodded at Jong-seok's remarks.

"The director told me he was fully responsible, so I decided to do the surgery, but... It's not an easy operation."

"And do you really have any inner workings? It's not some kind of movie. What do you mean 0|?"

I saw a professor who said that Jong-seok was responsible for what the two professors said.

"You're responsible?"

"The attempt itself is a dangerous operation with a high probability of table death. No medical staff in the country would want to see these two cases and operate on them."

Jong-seok nodded while looking at him at the professor's words.

There is nothing harmful to the director because he has no intention of failing the surgery anyway. If they make mistakes, I'll cover them up and save them.

Jong-seok, who was in the middle of his life, opened all his work.

"I'm here to save the patient. But it's only possible if I and all of you believe and join forces. So I'm going to show you what you don't believe in and try to gain faith."

It's faster to show them what you've got than to say a hundred times.

Just like how the oriental medical school collected students and showed them.

Then Jong-seok looked at the people and said,

"Have you ever read martial arts novels?"

Several doctors raised their hands at the question of Jong-seok. He asked Jong-seok.

"How did you describe your work experience in martial arts novels?"

"And his physical abilities were strengthened, and he was flying around wearing a sword."

Jong-seok nodded at a doctor and said,

"From now on, what I'm going to show you is part of what I can do with my work."

Then Jong-seok lightly kicked the ground.

Fa'at!

With Jong-seok floating up, the body shot up and climbed onto the desk.

And Jong-seok looked down at the doctors.

"It's called the tibia, which means you're losing weight.

At Jong-seok's words, doctors looked at him with astonished eyes. It seemed like he ran lightly, but he jumped over a person's head and climbed onto the desk.

Then a doctor shouted with astonished eyes.

"Foot! Look at your feet."

At the doctor's words, professors and other doctors looked at Jong-seok's feet and were surprised.

There were two wooden chopsticks on the desk, and threads were tied in between.

Sealed legs?

But Jong-seok was stepping on that thread... I'm surprised at this nonsense.

"What the hell is that?"

The doctors looked up and down at the stone with bewildered and surprised eyes.

"Come and see."

Professors approached Jong-seok's words and looked around at Jong-seok's toes and threads.

Looking at such doctors, Jong-seok stood on the thread and opened his mouth.

"Would you like to put your hands up?"

When the professor raised his hand at Jong-seok's words, Jong-seok climbed over the thread.

"Gasp!"

The professor was surprised by the presence of a strong young man in his hands.

"Don't be nervous."

The professor swallowed his saliva and looked at Jong-seok's words.

"What the hell is this..."

"It's a weight-reduction rule, as I just said. If you practice a lot, you can run on water."

"On the water?"

When the professor looked at the stone with astonishment, Kang Jin said,

"Then can Mr. Lee run on the water, too?"

"I can"

Along with the horse, Jong-seok jumped off the professor's hand. Standing on the floor, Jong-seok said, looking at doctors looking at him with a mixture of surprise and bewilderment.

"Then I'll show you something to help you with your brain surgery."

Then Jong-seok said, looking at the thread he had just climbed up.

"Are there any more threads here?"

At Jong-seok's words, the owner of the desk pulled out a bunch of threads from the drawer.

Jong-seok roughly clumped into a ball of thread and looked at the doctors and said to a female doctor.

"I'd appreciate it if you could pull out a hair over there."

After a moment's hesitation, the woman doctor pulled out a hair.

Jong-seok mixed it into a ball of thread and held it out to the professor.

"Do you see black hair?"

The professor nodded at Jong-seok's question.

"I can't see."

Jong-seok nodded at the professor's words and grabbed both ends of the ball of thread that the professor was holding.

"Then from now on, I'm going to reproduce the brain movement during a brain tumor operation."

With the horse, the stalks began to move.

But there was no change in the threads. The neurosurgeon professor, who was wondering about it, looked around and took out his glasses for surgery on one of the caminets.

The professor, wearing a microscope on the side of the eyeglasses, looked carefully at the ball of thread.

"MOVE"

"What is it?"

"The rooms are finely moving, opening the way."

When the professor of neurosurgery looked to the side, Kang Jin brought his glasses from the drawer and held them out.

The professor of cardiothoracic surgery also wore glasses and looked at the ball of thread. It's definitely fine, but the threads were moving around and opening the way.

But the speed was so slow and the movement was so fine that I had to wear surgical glasses to check.

"Is it supposed to be this slow?"

"It's because I'm controlling it, assuming it's time for brain surgery."

"Then you can do it fast."

"It's possible."

While talking, Jong-seok adjusted the thread to reveal his black hair.

"You're here."

The neurosurgeon professor gave me a nod.

"It's not the same as the brain, but as I just showed you, I'm going to control the brain tissue one by one and open the way to the tumor."

At Jong-seok's words, the professor of neurosurgery nodded while still looking at the ball of thread.

"If you can open the way to the tumor, you can have a scrub. No, there's a good chance of success."

Jong-seok smiled at the neurosurgeon professor's words. I had faith in myself when I heard him speak.

Now that I've shown you this much in front of my eyes, I believe it's my work for the time being.

When Jong-seok nodded to him, the professor of cardiothoracic surgery said,

"So how do we do our surgery?"

"You wanted me to move my heart during the surgery."

"That's right."

"I understand that's because it can't stop the heart."

"That's right."

"I can stop the heart with my saliva and my guts."

"It's possible for us to stop the heart. However, the problem is that if the heart stops, the blood flow cannot be supplied."

So even if it's dangerous, we're going to operate with the heart moving

"I can do the blood supply and circulation on behalf of the heart."

"Mr. Lee 0|?"

When the professor of cardiothoracic surgery wondered, he approached the water purifier on one side.

Then I put my hands on both sides of the water purifier and blew it in.

Argh!

Then the water in the water purifier container began to spin quickly.

Shoot! Shoot!

Surprised by the movement of the water in the water purifier container, the doctors were surprised.

"Wow! What is that?"

"Oh, my God. . . . . . .are you sure there's some inner workings?"

"Do you know any magic?"

Listening to the doctors talking, Jong-seok pulled his hand out of the bucket.

The professor of cardiothoracic surgery said after thinking for a while about it.

"My heart feels like it's just beating, but every time it beats, it sends blood flow from toe to toe. Can you play that role with your inner strength?"

"If you can't, the patient dies. I'll make it happen."

At Jong-seok's words, the professor of cardiothoracic surgery turned around while watching

"Hyo-sung, get the team together now. We're going to have a meeting on a new surgical procedure.

"Okay."

Seol Hyo-sung lowered her head and took out her cell phone and started calling the team members.

The neurosurgeon professor, who saw it, began to talk to the doctors about something.

Jong-seok showed us something, so we're going to rethink the surgery and plan it.

Jong-seok, who was watching the scene, spoke softly to Gang-jin.

"I'm going to go talk to my patients."

"That...hum!"

Surprised by Jong-seok's ability, Kang-jin, who stuttered for a moment, coughed in vain and nodded.

"You can do that's all.

Jong-seok bowed his head to the doctors and went outside.

When Jong-seok left, doctors chatted at each other with surprised eyes.

"You look like you've seen some hero movie."

"Isn't he supernatural, not dark vision?"

"He says he's an intern.

"Because superpowers are also about abilities that transcend human beings. Doesn't that make me fall into that category?"

"Well, that's true."

Listening to doctors chatting, Gangjin was looking where the last stone had left.

'The inner workings are really...'

Gangjin was still surprised by the real intention of his inner workings. And in Kangjin's head, there were therapies that could be called internal organs.

"If this surgery is successful, you can use your internal organs for all cancer resection that you have not been able to touch because of your location. It's... it's Nobel's medical sense.

I didn't even know how many patients would save their lives if I learned how to perform the surgery with my nose.

Jong-seok, standing in front of the hospital room, knocked on the door.

Tap tap tap!

"Come in."

At the sound of the inside, the stalks opened the door and went inside.

"Oh, my! Sir, sit here."

"Teacher, get me something cool."

As Jong-seok went inside, the guardians rushed to bring out the chairs and took out the drinks from the refrigerator and rushed out.

Jong-seok smiled and accepted the drink. Then I saw a boy on one side.

"How did you find out about me?"

The guardians laughed and said to the question of Jong-seok.

"I searched for Tae-sik and showed him, and he was a very famous oriental doctor. You said a single saliva would heal a half-naked patient."

"I can do it, but not with a single saliva."

Seeing what Tae-sik found on the Internet, his guardians trusted Jong-seok.

According to the Internet, it was Heo Jun, the superhero. Dozens of people were saved during the subway crash, and dozens or hundreds of people were treated and treated during the earthquake in China.

There were quite a few postings by patients who had been treated by Jong-seok.

And the content was all well-received. My father hasn't been able to sit down for years, but now he's been treated by Jong-seok, and now he's taking a walk, and then he's getting better after getting treated by Jong-seok.

That's why I welcome Jongseok because I know that he is a very famous name.

The first time I saw Jong-seok, I saw an oriental doctor who didn't even know who was coming into the O.R.

But now, a really famous Chinese doctor in Korea comes into the operating room.

That's why Jong-seok gave them business cards without telling them about himself.

It would be more believable to find out for themselves than to talk about yourself.

Jong-seok, who nodded as his guardians smiled at him, rose up.

"Then can I do some of your vitals?"

"Go ahead. Honey, give me your hand."

When the patient reached out his hand to the guardian, Jong-seok grabbed the wrist and began to feel the pulse.