Chapter 80: Max Impact (2) (1/2)
A/N: Thanks to AY for the donations once again! Last day of the double chap week. Cheers!
Dowook, who returned to the hospital, immediately went into the office and turned on the desk light. Under the light of the LED, a paper from 12 years ago was revealed.
Dr. Ji Gang Cheol's research theory, which remained only in documents, with no records left online or publication in academia.
He looked over the paper with some expectation that there would be an answer there.
Like that, he read about 10 pages carefully.
”Hmmm…”
The basic gist was not much different from the content seen in the previous lecture video.
‘My concept is very special. Aren't you curious?’
If there was anything added, it was a way to realize it.
The ”Braingate” was referring to an electrode insertion technique that he had read while studying.
A device that captured electrical signals in the brain by attaching sensors to the head of a patient with general paralysis and replaced the action the patient wanted with a computer.
It was a research field that attracted attention 12 years ago, but now it was already in use for special treatment in many parts of the medical community.
‘And this, you tried the concept of braingate technology in reverse. Accepting the other person's electric signal, not one’s own.’
After Dowook read the last page, his heart sank. None of his questions had been resolved.
Maybe. Somehow. This was an unusual accident, and he just happened to get the ability.
He could not guarantee that he would not suffer from side-effects, either. The three participants who were suffering from side-effects and Dr. Ji Gang Cheol, who was brought in unconscious.
Dowook sent a text with his cell phone.
[Prof. Na, the patients who participated in the experiment. Can you send them to the hospital? There is a surgeon in this hospital that can cope with any brain problems.]
After texting, Dowook looked down at his right wrist.
Why did the flash from the machine suddenly penetrate his hand? Was it because his neural circuits had been stimulated so much that he had the ability to handle electricity, like in the comic books?
”Yap.”
[T/N: This is like a ‘magic spell’ in some children's stories that make things happen. The closest Western version that I can think of would be ‘open sesame.’]
As the cartoon character did, he stretched his right hand forward.
Rather than anything happening, it was dinner time, so only his stomach rumbled.
Perhaps the direction was the problem, so he turned the chair around and reached out to the door.
Tingle.
The feeling of someone passing through the hallway was conveyed through his fingertips.
The urge to hold onto the tools needed to operate on spinal tissue. It was Professor Lee Yeon-beom, a detailed spinal nerve specialist. Seeing that he hadn't left work yet, he seemed to have an important surgery.
Dowook scattered the sense.
”It wasn't anything.”
It was no different from yesterday when nothing was revealed. He lamented, but the door to the office suddenly opened.
Choi Hoo entered with a convenience store bag.
”Dr. Park? Didn't you say you had a test today?”
”Oh, I just dropped by.”
”Since you're here, why don't we perform a mock surgery? Since the error in deep tumor extraction is fatal.”
He meant Tom Brand’s case.
”Of course.”
Choi Hoo threw a triangular kimbap to Dowook.
Placing the moderately heated triangular kimbap in his mouth, Dowook thought of the difficult brain tumor extraction surgery scheduled for next week.
Since it was not a problem that could be supplemented by devising a new technique, there was a high possibility that it would be a more difficult operation than any other surgery that he had done so far.
Nevertheless, it was because of Choi Hoo that he was not very afraid of failure.
As long as the skilled Choi Hoo was beside him, he was confident that no matter what the neurosurgery symptom was, they would succeed.
He was confident that this surgery, performed by the two of them, was going to be the best choice.
‘I guess I'm crazy. It's my day off, but I want to get into the operating room.’
After the simple meal, the mock operating table was set.
”It's done.”
Choi Hoo looked at the clock on the wall and declared.
”Tumor cells are about to take root into the leptomeningeal membrane. Steroid prescriptions accelerated the response, and 15 minutes. We have to get everything out by that time.”
”Let's finish it in 12 minutes.”
At Choi Hoo’s nod, Dowook reached out to accept his sense as usual.
‘Huh?’
However, no feeling was conveyed at his fingertips.
‘What is this?’
Dowook tried to accept Choi Hoo’s sense again, but no stimulation occurred. He turned his hand toward Professor Lee Yeon-beom in the next room.
Tingle.
“……?”
* * *
Tuesday morning.
Dowook quickly passed the hospital lobby with his cell phone ringing crazily. He pressed the elevator button and put his cell phone to his ear.
”Yes, chief.”
-Where are you?
”You asked that 3 minutes ago.”
-It's already been 3 minutes! We don't have much time!
”I'm going, I'm going.”
He pressed the button to the fifth floor and tried to press the close button, but saw a doctor running from far away and pressed open.
Seeing him rush in quickly, although it was in the middle of the night, the patient under his care must have a problem.
The doctor rushed in and bowed his head to Dowook.
”Phew, thank you.”
”It was nothing. Are you going to the ward floor?”
”Yes, the 8th floor.”
While smiling and pressing the button to the eighth floor, a shout sounded from his cell phone.
-You just did something to make me angry, didn’t you?
”No way. I just followed my conscience.”
When he got off the elevator at the neurosurgery floor and walked down the hallway, he saw the resident chief stamping his feet in front of the staff room.
”Hana.”
”Senior!”
Nam Hana, who had been running fast, handed out the printed document to Dowook.
”These are the people who will respond to the video call.”
A sudden consultation with Tom Brand's agent at the request of the film company.
Tom Brand, who organized his schedule and returned to Korea two days ago, was adjusting his condition. He clearly expressed his intention to operate again this time, but the people around him were strongly against it.
This chaos at dawn was because of that disagreement.