Queen of the Scalpel - Chapter 32 - The Impossible Surgery

Chapter 32: The Impossible Surgery

Whoosh.

The sound of air leaving out the syringe was heard. The air that had pressed against his organs escaped his body.

“…!”

Then….

“Cough, cough!”

The patient woke up and vehemently coughed. His shock had recovered!

“Haaaaaa.”

Elise let out a sigh in relief. After piercing the carotid, he had regained his pulse and jumped over that hurdle. It was a huge relief. She calmly wiped her sweat with her handkerchief and bowed her head to Hanse.

“Sorry, sunbaenim. It was such an urgent situation that I…..”

“Uh, uh…..”

Hansen fumbled over his words. Then, a shout was heard from outside the relief center!

“Where’s the patient!”

It was Baron Grayam! And he wasn’t alone. After hearing the patient’s condition was urgent, 2 other professors followed after him.

“Is it this patient?”

The professors asked Hansen.

“That’s…”

But he couldn’t answer.

Before he could even diagnose the patient, the patient fell into shock, and Elise ran in like lightning. He still didn’t know what had happened.

“The needle?”

Grayam asked in surprise upon seeing the needle stuck in the patient’s chest. Air was still leaking from the needle.

“Who did this?”

Everyone turned to look at Elise.

“Rose, did you do this?”

Elise had an uncomfortable expression from all the attention. She had done something beyond what a student should do again. There was nothing else she could’ve done because the patient would’ve died.

“Yes, I did it.”

“How did you do it?”

“Air was leaving through the chest cavity and I judged that it was pressing against the lung and the heart, so I quickly inserted the needle to let the air out.”

Grayam and the other professors all had surprised faces at what she said.

“Pneumothorax…and tension pneumothorax at that…good job.”

At his complement, Hansen widened his eyes. Professor Grayam was infamous for not giving out compliments that easily.

“Tension pneumothorax is a case where if not treated immediately, the patient dies. Rose, thanks to you, the patient lived.”

Other professors complimented her as well.

“But Baron Fallon. If it was just a bit later, it would’ve been bad. This girl saved the patient. But how did you know it was tension pneumothorax?”

She replied with a calm voice.

“At his sudden breathing troubles, I suspected it was pneumothorax, and I didn’t feel the pulse of the carotid at all, so I determined it was tension pneumothorax.”

“…! Huh, that’s incredible.”

The professors all had amazed faces. It was a perfect answer like she was reading off of a report that Count Graham had composed after first discovering tension pneumothorax. Even her teacher, Grayam, couldn’t hide his shock.

‘Just what is this child?’ He wasn’t surprised at her knowledge. Because he already knew that. But…wasn’t this unfair? ‘How did she treat him so quickly in this emergency situation?’ It was one thing to read about it, but it was another to carry it out.

‘She can have knowledge unfitting of her age, but…emergency treatment like this should be impossible without experience! Just how?’ If she had been wrong in the slightest, the patient would’ve died.

It was a situation where others would’ve frozen in shock, but she had calmly diagnosed him and pierced his chest with a needle to treat him? Even if he could’ve died? ‘Just how is she able to do this?’ After meeting her, he asked himself this again and again.

-Genius.

And she wasn’t just a genius. A genuine genius of the century.

‘My skills suddenly seem pathetic.’ Grayam internally made a bitter face. After his family fell, he had got to this position after endless effort. He worked and worked to be an even more outstanding doctor than Count Graham or Fleming. But he knew. That he wasn’t that talented. His efforts just came from his hard work.

‘The true genius…is that child.’ No, genius might not be enough to describe her. The abilities she was showing were more than a genius. ‘I want to drink a glass of wine.’ The esteemed young professor Grayam felt bitter looking at her.

But at the same time. ‘She’s that outstanding now…then what will she show us in the future?’ It was the expectation of one who lived for the medical field. Couldn’t this girl be the next Count Graham or Fleming?