Jong-seok studied the physical condition of patients while staying at the neurosurgery clinic. Sometimes you're drooling and moxibustion to create a condition in which the patient can undergo surgery.

And there was a big reason why patients were allowed to participate in the surgery.

It was the hospital's decision to pay the hospital bills for the two patients.

And that's why Tae-seok was suspicious. The hospital pays for the surgery, which costs tens of millions of won, but instead, an oriental doctor is participating in the surgery.

And... it was the day of brain tumor surgery.

Jong-seok, who washed his hands and wore an operating suit, entered the operating room. A camera was installed in the operating room.

Since the surgery is done using internal organs that have never been attempted before, it is done from beginning to end.

Did they say it's being broadcast live on the Internet?'

Neurosurgeons in famous hospitals, including the U.S., are now watching the surgery in real time.

And the second floor overlooking the O.R. was crawling with doctors.

Neurosurgeons from famous Korean hospitals, as well as Seoul Hospital doctors, gathered to observe the surgery now.

Moon Jae-cheol sent patient charts to various hospitals and invited them to come see him because he was going to have surgery.

Seeing the scene, Jong-seok breathed his last breathless breath.

There's a lot of audience.

Thinking like that, I saw a patient lying on the operating table.

The patient had already been anesthetized and his brain was exposed with his skull open.

It was already over to open the skull before Jong-seok came in.

A neurosurgeon sitting by the patient's head looked into his brain and opened his mouth toward the stalactites.

"Mr. Lee, let's get started."

When the neurosurgeon professor said, Jong-seok nodded and approached the patient and put his hands on his chest and neck.

With him, the professor of neurosurgery opened his mouth.

"I'm going to start a surgical removal of a brain tumor. Dr. Lee Jong-seok will open the way to the tumor by moving the brain through his internal organs. If this is successful, it will be a new surgical procedure for intra-brain tumor removal, which has been difficult to resect."

Through a little microphone around the neurosurgeon's neck, the voice began to spread to doctors on the second floor and to doctors now watching this video in real time.

Jong-seok, who had his hands on his chest and neck, blew his eyes in.

Then there was admiration from the doctors who were watching the monitor upstairs.

"The brain is moving."

"Why is your brain wriggling?"

"Isn't there something wrong?"

Doctors were surprised when their brain muscles began to move slowly.

With the doctors' startled murmur, a neurosurgeon professor began to be seen opening up space on the monitor, putting saliva into the brain.

"Professor Tylen of neurosurgery at Johnson Hospital in the U.S. asks why the brain is moving now."

"French Paris Hospital Neurosurgery, "

The video was broadcast in real time and people could chat there.

And when doctors from all over the world who watch the video asked questions about the situation, a neurosurgeon professor would explain them in English.

I did

In the director's office, Moon Jae-chul was looking at the monitor with a happy face.

There were four monitors in the director's office.

And the monitor showed the operating room and brain surgery scene respectively.

And there were many people sitting or standing in the director's office. People were watching the operation with serious faces.

"Well, how long have you been in surgery?"

When asked by a man in a suit who was looking at the monitor next to Moon Jae-cheol, a doctor standing behind him answered in a hurry.

"It's been three hours."

A man saw Moon Jae-cheol in the doctor's answer.

"How does the operation work?"

"Of course, Mr. Kang, please explain."

Kang Jin, who was standing behind Moon Jae Chul's words, approached the monitor and began to explain the surgery now.

"The surgery was difficult because it was located deep in the tumor's brain. But right now, Dr. Lee Jong-seok is pushing his brain into the gut and pulling it to make room for surgery."

"Then what stage is it now?"

When asked by the company, Kangjin said while looking at the monitor.

"The tumor will be revealed soon. And we're about to start tumor resection."

"But there's less bleeding. Is it supposed to stop bleeding like this?"

"No, Dr. Lee Jong-seok is blocking the brain and blood vessels that are touching his hands, so he can't bleed."

Then Gangjin picked up a piece of paper on the table and put it in his hand and said,

"When I say my hand is brain, this paper is Lee Jong-seok's inner workings."

Kang Jin, who took out his pen, pretended to touch the paper on his palm a few times and said,

"So Dr. Lee Jong-seok is protecting his brain with his internal organs, so he's not causing any damage to his surroundings."

"Internal engineering... It's a little absurd."

"It's absurd, but the actual surgery that's going on right now is due to the internal organs."

At the answer of the strong earthquake, the man remained silent for a moment and nodded.

"If the internal organs are real and you can operate like this... "That's a great operation."

Moon Jae-chul nodded at the man's remark.

"It's a great operation."

A man nodded at what Moon Jae-chul said and began to see the surgery.

Looking at it, Moon Jae-cheol saw the people around him. The people around me now were all VIPs that Moon Jae-chul had invited from outside.

There were other giant hospital directors, medical journal directors.

And it was the director of the Ministry of Health and Welfare who just spoke.

If Jong-seok studies medicine and internal medicine, Moon Jae-cheol can study surgery and internal engineering.

But there were many people who believed that the inner workings themselves were fiction, so we needed to popularize things about them.

There is also an insurance problem if you study surgery as you do now. Insurance is a guarantee for a known surgical procedure, not an experimental treatment for not having heard of it.

So we needed to prove that it wasn't an experimental treatment, it was a definite treatment.

That's why the director of the Health and Welfare Bureau was also called in. Once he sees it with his own eyes, it's easier to pass a paper or whatever he does later.

"Oh, my God... the tumor has been revealed."

"That's great. What a sighting of a tumor in that position."

"And there's almost no bleeding."

"Huh! What a ridiculous thing to do... "You've become ridiculous."

When I looked at the chart that Moon Jae-chul gave me before the surgery, other hospital directors and neurosurgery professors thought it was too dangerous.

It's so bad that there's too much chance of a table-dead during surgery.

But the tumor was exposed too easily.

Moon Jae-chul looked at the monitor at the doctors' murmur. The monitor showed a tumor through the brain.

And the surgeon began to remove the tumor carefully.

Surgery has been successful for patients with brain tumors who have been diagnosed incurable by the cooperation of both oriental and western and oriental medicine.

The tumor in the brain tumor patient...

Dr. Lee Jong-seok of Hanbang moves his brain with his inner workings to reveal the tumor...

***

After the successful operation of the brain tumor, doctors at Seoul Hospital all looked at Jong-seok with amazing eyes.

I heard from cardio and neurosurgeons that Jong-seok was a master with inner workings, but I thought how much work I had to do would drive me crazy as a group, and I didn't believe it was an inner workings.

But in the video clip of a brain tumor, that ridiculous inner cavity moved the brain and revealed the tumor.

Other department doctors, not neurosurgery, watched the surgery live from each medical office.

Besides, a patient with a greater chance of table death than a chance of success has even succeeded in surgery.

So all the doctors at Seoul Hospital were looking at Jong-seok with curiosity and curiosity.

In addition, medical magazines and foreign reporters came to ask for an interview.

However, Seoul Hospital blocked all interviews and coverage except for official announcements.

I still have one more surgery left.

Jong-seok was entering a single-person room.

Patients who had brain tumor surgery were transferred to intensive care, and only patients who had heart surgery two days later were with their caregivers.

"You're here."

When Jong-seok came in, the patients and their guardians stood up and bowed their heads. He approached the patient with a big smile.

"How's the bell today?"

"Okay."

Jong-seok nodded at the patient's answer and reached out his hand to touch the pulse.

Then Jong-seok nodded.

"Fortunately, you're in good shape. You'll be able to have a good operation the day after tomorrow."

"Thank you."

Jong-seok, who nodded at the patient's words, took out the saliva from his pocket and began to needle his body.

And the patient's guardian said to Jong-seok, who had been waiting until it was time to take off his saliva.

"Excuse me..."

"Speak."

"I have a friend who's in cardiothoracic surgery, and if you don't mind, could you examine him?"

Jong-seok shook his head after thinking for a while about what she said.

"This is not my hospital, so I can't care for patients. I'm sorry, but I don't think that's possible."

"Didn't you see?"

"I'm here to see your patients. It's against the protocol to see other patients."

"I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry."

"No, I'm more sorry about the procedure for saving people."

Jong-seok smiled and said, drooling as he watched the patient.

"And the doctors here at Seoul Hospital are very good. They'll treat your friend well."

"I know that very well I know. They're the ones who will save my husband."

Jong-seok bowed his head to him and said, raising himself up.

"Then, just relax until the surgery."

"Thank you."

Jong-seok nodded at the patient and left the hospital room. And Jong-seok, who was thinking about something, moved to the cardiothoracic clinic.

When Jong-seok came in, Seol Hyo-sung bowed his head.

"You're here."

Seol Hyo-seong, who was a fourth-year resident, was one younger than Jong-seok. That's why I speak formally.

said Jong-seok, who nodded at Seol Hyo-sung.

"Is there a case in cardiothoracic surgery that I can help with?"

When Jong-seok said, Seol Hyo-seong looked at him and said,

"Can't you help anything with this teacher's skills? This time, the surgical patient is a special case, so it's just Mr. Lee's treatment. If you go see other patients... From our department's point of view, it's very..."

Although Seol Hyo-seong has been speaking nicely because of his close relationship with Jong-seok, he meant that he shouldn't be short on words.

"No, I can'

said Seol Hyo-sung, who nodded at Jong-seok.

"Even doctors at the same hospital have a big problem if they treat or take patients with different departments at their disposal, and she's not a doctor at our doctor. It's a procedure, so please understand."

"I know."

"But sir."

When Jong-seok saw it, Seol Hyo-sung said,

"Do you have any thoughts of getting a medical license?"

"Doctor's license?"

"If you get your doctor's license, won't you be able to enter the operating room comfortably? Besides, if you have a Chinese medicine license, you can take the test in four years because you don't have to study for two years.

Jong-seok shook his head with a smile at Seol Ho-shut's words.

"You want me to study four more years."

"Think about it. If Mr. Lee graduates from medical school and gets his license, he will be able to perform surgery that he hasn't done before."

"But don't you have to do internships and residency?"

"That's what you get when you come into the hospital and treat your patients. And would you like to be an intern only because someone like Mr. Lee is an intern? We're going into the O.R. right away."

I can't do the surgery, but the intern is in the position of learning, so I do go into the operating room.

"What do you think?"

When asked by Seol Hyo-seong, Jong-seok shook his head after thinking for a while.

"I think six years at oriental medical school were pretty long."

Seol Hyo-sung was pleased with Jong-seok's refusal.

"Well, four years is a long time."

When Jong-seok, who nodded at Seol Hyo-sung's words, sat on a chair, doctors began to come inside.

"So we're gonna get a herbal medicine at our hospital?"

"That's the kind of story that goes around."

The doctor, who was talking on his way in, saw Jong-seok and said,

"I heard you're having an oriental medicine department at our hospital. Have you heard anything?"

"Hangakwa? I've never heard of it."

"Well, that must be a false rumor.

Jong-seok nodded at the doctor, turned on the computer, and began to see the heart of the patient who was going to perform the surgery.