Chapter 15
A little later,
Nurse Lee Suyeon returned, looking surprised.
She first passed the order to Nurse Oh Miseon.
“Oh, Nurse Oh, contact GS and request surgery. An appendectomy patient has arrived.”
“Is it an emergency?”
“No, not that urgent. They said there’s some time.”
“Okay. Yes, this is the ER. An appendectomy patient…”
Nurse Oh Miseon quickly grabbed the phone and called the relevant department.
Meanwhile, Nurse Lee Suyeon approached Daeho.
Swish.
Her shadow fell over the medical journal in front of him.
Without lifting his head, Daeho spoke calmly.
“This medical journal is very informative.”
“Dr. Richard, you haven’t even examined the patient.”
Lee Suyeon looked incredulous.
Before she could finish speaking,
Slide.
Daeho raised his hand lightly.
Then, he casually said something completely unexpected.
“I think a gastric lavage might be needed, so it’s better to prepare in advance.”
“Eh? What do you mean?”
Lee Suyeon frowned, not understanding.
At that moment, Kang Jinsu ran in shouting.
Clatter!
“Prepare for gastric lavage, quickly!”
At his words, Lee Suyeon immediately looked at Daeho.
Whip!
“Dr. Ri… Richard.”
“This nurse, hurry!”
With Kang Jinsu urging from behind, Lee Suyeon hurried toward the prep room.
Flap-flap.
“Yes, yes! Just a moment!”
She moved reflexively, confusion all over her face.
Meanwhile, Daeho leisurely flipped through the journal.
Rustle.
“Is there a horoscope section here? That was fun.”
He even looked disappointed at not finding something unrelated in the medical journal.
Daeho’s hidden orders continued.
Grunt, grunt.
The ER doors opened and closed repeatedly as new patients arrived.
All of them complained of severe pain.
“Aaahhh!”
“Ughhh!”
Every time, Daeho flipped through his journal and calmly gave instructions.
“This is enteritis, acute. Call GI.”
“Coronary artery isn’t completely blocked, prepare thrombolytic agent.”
“Shh, back injury. Strong painkillers needed.”
Rustle-rustle.
He still looked at the journal while turning pages.
Over time, the nurses’ faces showed growing amazement.
Every order Daeho mentioned came exactly as he predicted.
“Oh? GI call.”
“Prepare thrombolytic agent first.”
“Morphine injection and patch first.”
Gradually, everyone’s expressions turned to shock.
The residents began praising him.
“The nurses are in great condition today.”
“They prepared quickly, so the patient felt less pain faster.”
“The preparation speed is amazing.”
All the residents agreed in unison.
Afterward, strange rumors started circulating among the ER nurses.
“Dr. Richard, are you some kind of shaman?”
“Yes, otherwise, how could you diagnose without examining?”
“Does Johns Hopkins believe in folk religion?”
“This can’t be coincidence. Should we try standing on a cleaver?”
As the whispers reached a ridiculous conclusion,
Flash!
Everyone’s gaze toward Daeho became ambiguous.
Of course, Daeho heard their whispers.
Swish.
He quietly put his slippers back on.
Ahem, ahem.
He coughed lightly and lifted the journal higher.
But Daeho wasn’t just enjoying leisure.
“……”
At some point, he wasn’t in his seat.
The nurses noticed late and panicked.
Whoosh, whoosh!
“Where’s Dr. Richard?”
“He’s not here! Suddenly gone!”
“The orders, ah!”
For a moment, the nurses were flustered.
At the same time, Daeho was walking around the ER.
‘Gotta earn my keep.’
He walked leisurely, observing patients.
He approached a patient lying nearby with a smile.
“How are you feeling?”
“Ah? Ah… you’re here at last. Do you know how long I’ve waited!”
The patient shouted irritably, clearly frustrated.
This was the most frustrating part for patients in the ER: endless waiting.
Sometimes it would have been better if they were just moved to a room.
At some point, they were just left there.
The staff rarely explained anything, and if they did, it was only “wait.”
Patients and guardians became mentally exhausted.
Daeho knew this and approached intentionally.
“Feeling frustrated, aren’t you?”
“Yes! Do something about it.”
“We’re preparing for surgery now.”
“What kind of preparation takes all day? Fix my stomach!”
The patient vented openly, discomfort and irritation overflowing.
Still, Daeho’s expression didn’t change.
“You have appendicitis, which is…”
“Appendix inflammation, right?”
“Yes, exactly. And you did the right thing.”
Daeho praised him, making the patient frown further.
“Gah! I’m in pain, how is that right?”
“You came early, that was smart. If it got worse, the appendix could rupture, causing abdominal inflammation…”
“So, what about me? How am I?”
