Original Entry/Author at MBC Playful Kiss Homepage
Reposted on Kathy's Bench
I was going to write Ep. 3 (Part 3) longer but without any time now I have decided to finish off with Ep. 2 (Part 2). I am also writing a review for another place [another forum] and have been given a large project this month which gives me no more time. I apologize.
The weather is cold so everyone be careful of your health.
During the middle ten days of the month I am going up to Seoul, just in case you all were wondering where I live.
Just as if the wind was blowing past your face think of it as me asking how you were doing.
Meanwhile I thank you very very much!!
Shalom~~!
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“Doctor there has been a terrible accident. The mute...No, SiWal’s son had an accident. He rolled over with the cultivator (farm tool for tilling) and is drenched in blood”
The patient’s condition was worse than I thought. In a lane where there is no street lamp and it is dark the accident must have occurred after drinking alcohol and then driving, rolling into the rice paddy as the handle part must have hit the stomach area hard as it was ripped and there was a lot of blood coming out. Like this while being transferred to a big hospital there is no doubt that the patient would pass away.
I better suture the ruptured blood vessel.
Hani’s face started to turn deathly pale as it was her first time seeing this much blood.
“Eh Oh Oh Oh!”
In front of the son who had already lost consciousness the mute mother’s groan like scream was eagerly begging for her son’s life more then a thousand and ten thousand times.
“Doctor! Please surely save my son, saying he will live with his mother in this remote island is pitiful…”
The pitiful cry that would not come out of her mouth, the mother’s cry when in front of her son facing his death came and nudged me in my heart.
After deciding surgery everything became urgent.
Before shock comes over the patient from extensive bleeding, stopping the bleeding needed to be done.
First securing prayer, then finding the cut blood vessels one by one by a clamp to pick and stop the bleeding.
But there must have been some blood vessels that I could not find as the bleeding would not stop.
The area of injury was overspread with blood which was the reason of not being able to find the blood vessel.
As anxiety wiggles I felt like a black snake being coiled up.
“Physiological saline!”
I did not hear a response.
“Physiological saline!” “Hani? Oh Hani, Please, Help me!”
Sadly when I called Hani in my heart she was standing trembling in the corner bringing me the saline solution that in the end began spilling on the floor.
I thought that I have to first comfort Hani and give her confidence.
“Just do as I say in a calm and orderly way. Then there will be no problem. Trust me!!
First take the saline solution and wash the injured area while continuously suctioning the area. This is because we need to find out where the blood is coming from”
With my voice Hani regained her confidence and the next time without shaking she followed well.
The experiences in the operating room at the general hospital came to mind. Calmly and orderly finding the blood vessels I began to suture them.
Finally the surgery safely ended.
After sending off the patient to the rescue helicopter in stable condition all the strength in my body was gone.
Without even knowing I slithered down to sit down in the hall.
I played it off as not knowing, playing it off as having an extreme amount of confidence…but the truth is…truthfully…I was afraid.
With being afraid I settled down my shaking hand and stitching the blood vessels with the most care was hard work.
The tension turning into strength for my shoulders reassured this hard work.
Besides one movement of my hand, one decision of having one’s life in my hands truthfully no matter what, is something that is a heavy burden that presses my heart. But if you want to see moments of me shaking, then being unable to save this patient without agitation could not have been hidden and seen.
But after winning over all this and saving one’s life with my hands truthfully gave me a thrilling and fulfilled joy. With words that I cannot describe…For this moment I think I have studied hard during all those years.
“It was hard, wasn’t it? However you did well by becoming a doctor.”
Gently Hani rested onto my shoulder. The temperature coming to my feelings were warm as I whispered gently to myself.
“Hani, it is because of you. Because of you I found it, my dream is good – because of you this good instant was made. Not only for the image you make but,
Hani, the image that you make for me is also good. The comfortable person that I become when I am with you is who I like.”
Even being afraid of the future which a genius could not figure out, the wandering me found what I was supposed to do by your teachings (ways).For the official experience that you did not even know or could do, all the misery and tears produced- because of you I became a doctor.
A person who never hides love for the one they love.
A person like this who is my wife…
A warm person that I could never meet again in this world…
It is really good.
