To Hell with Being a Saint, I’m a Doctor

A man in a white gown passed by, prompting whispers among the surrounding people.

“That man possesses the hands of a god.”

“The hands of a god? What does that mean?”

To the newcomer at the hospital, he appeared no different from the other doctors.

But if the boss claimed it, it must be true.

Reading the thoughts of his junior, the senior doctor chuckled and replied,

“When I first arrived here, I also couldn’t discern any difference from the other doctors.”

“So, is that man somehow different?”

“He can even resurrect the dead.”

A doctor performing surgery was massaging the patient’s heart.

“Is Dr. Jin still far away?”

“He hasn’t left the operating room yet!”

“The BT (Bleeding Time) is too long! Fetch the blood transfusion pack!”

The patient’s heartbeat was steadily decreasing.

Consequently, the surgeon’s urgency increased.

He was squeezing blood from the transfusion pack and massaging the heart, but a piece of metal removed from the patient’s body was causing an infection.

To halt it, they excised the infected area, but the patient’s high blood pressure caused blood to gush out.

The situation was beyond his control.

The heartbeat continued to fall below the standard.

Finally, he slowly ceased the massage he was performing.

With a vacant expression, he adjusted his glasses and quietly declared,

“Time of death 22:49… Cause of death is post-traumatic infection and excessive bleeding leading to brain death…”

Like him, the other doctors also slumped their shoulders.

There was no point in trying to revive someone already dead; it was merely a waste of time.

At this moment, it was the correct decision to save the golden time of another patient.

Just as the assistant was about to record the cause of death in the patient’s file, the door to the operating room opened, and a man entered.

He discarded his blood-stained surgical gown, donned a clean one, and said,

“Let me see the records. Can you hand me the record book? And you, extract more from the blood transfusion pack. If the cause of death is brain death due to excessive bleeding, we can still save him.”

Upon hearing his words, the surgeon hastily extracted the blood from the transfusion pack.

“Where’s the piece of metal that was removed from the patient’s body?”

“Here, here it is.”

“Monitor the blood pressure. Since there’s rust on the metal piece, test for tetanus as well.”

The assistant, who was new to the hospital, quietly inquired of the senior assistant,

“Are they still performing surgery on a patient who has already died?”

The junior, who had just joined the hospital and was relatively inexperienced, was bewildered by the unusual scene unfolding in the operating room.

The senior assistant, preoccupied with handling blood transfusion packs, said,

“That person is different.”

“Are you suggesting that he can resurrect someone who has already died?”

“30 minutes.”

“……?”

Not comprehending the senior’s words, she was about to inquire when the senior interjected.

“That person has resurrected patients who have been dead for over 30 minutes.”

“You, you can’t mean……”

“In the realm of medicine, his words are law.”

Her eyes quivered at the senior’s words.

She had vaguely heard about such an incident in the news, but she found it hard to believe.

Hypostasis occurs 30 minutes after death.

It’s a phenomenon where the heart ceases to beat, blood pools downward, and blood becomes visible through the skin. It is a definitive sign of death.

Even if the Highest Immortal entered the operating room, there would be no way to resurrect them at that point.

But as the news reported, and as her senior also stated, the reactions of the surrounding doctors were distinctly different than before, corroborating his words.

She turned her head and saw him directing a surgery.

His leadership in the operating room was notably charismatic.

Her eyes grew hazy.

“Sigh…”

He took a deep breath and slumped into the chair, overcome by an indescribable fatigue.

Half reclining, Yuseong glanced at his wristwatch.

04:57.

He chuckled at the time displayed on his watch.

“I spent my holiday in the operating room.”

It had been a long time since his hands trembled.

The constant flow of patients gave him no respite, and VIP customers always selected him.

Initially, the joy he derived from saving lives with his skills was his life’s driving force.

But as time went on, his perspective shifted.

The other doctors grew wary of him and gradually distanced themselves, while the higher-ups openly expressed their wish to keep him close, like a portable medical device.

Caught between pressures and temptations from all sides, he had no time to enjoy moments for himself.

Today, he was supposed to be on vacation, but had to forfeit it due to the sudden surge of patients.

Of course, he made a considerable amount of money.

The problem was…

“I don’t have time to spend the money I earn…”

He lifted his gaze to the ceiling.

The ceiling he had stared at for over ten years seemed more monotonous today.

With a rush of emotions swelling in his chest, he yelled at the ceiling.

“It’s a bit much to be ostracized in the hospital!”

Yuseong straightened his disordered gown and exited the hospital.

“I should buy a can of beer.”

He contemplated what snack to pair with the beer as he walked to the bus stop and saw the bus approaching.

There was no need to rush, and his body was weary, so he naturally slowed his pace.

That’s when he noticed a colleague driving past in a car.

Yuseong considered owning a car, but dismissed the thought.

“After work, my hands trembled so much, how could I drive? I wasn’t going to have a chauffeur… Yuseong, safety first. Just take public transportation.”

He tried to comfort himself, not really succeeding, and waited for the bus. Soon enough, the bus arrived.

He tapped his card and entered the bus to see that there were quite a few empty seats.

‘It’s spacious because it’s the first bus of the day.’

Yuseong chose a seat and sat down.

The fatigue that was somewhat bearable while standing overwhelmed him as soon as he sat down.

The distance to his home was quite far, so he thought it would be fine to sleep a little.

‘I have to go to the terminal anyway.’

With that thought, he was about to close his eyes when he saw the bus driver, just like him, asleep at the wheel.

To make matters worse, the bus had already crossed the central line.

Even if he ran and grabbed the steering wheel, he didn’t know how to drive, and it didn’t seem like the driver would wake up even if he shouted.

As he resigned himself to death, he felt his strength drain even more.

They say that before a person dies, their past life and memories flash before their eyes like a kaleidoscope.

Now, his past life started to flash before his eyes like a kaleidoscope.

And then he shouted inwardly at the moment he saw his past memories.

“Is this damn life all about the operating room!”

With that thought, he lost consciousness.

The whole world mourned the death of Yuseong.

Even he himself didn’t fully understand the extent of Yuseong’s influence. Yuseong had a tremendous impact on the medical community.

His incredible medical knowledge was the role model for numerous doctors, and actually, prestigious professors came to learn from him.

The number of people who sighed when they heard the news of his death was countless. That’s because his medical skill that could even bring back the dead was like having an extra life.

But now he was dead. And there was no doctor who could bring him back to life.

Newspapers and magazines published various articles.

“A doctor who will be remembered throughout history has passed away.”

“His death will set the medical community back by 50 years.”

Yuseong’s influence was more significant than he had realized.

Yuseong was overwhelmed by the thought of his impending death.

He tightly shut his eyes, preparing himself for the imminent shock.

“It’s going to be excruciating, isn’t it? So painful that I’ll wish for death. I’m going to die soon anyway…”

Reflecting on the trauma endured by patients who had been in car accidents, he desperately didn’t want to die.

However, when the anticipated shock didn’t arrive after several seconds, he cautiously opened his eyes.

That’s when he saw a beautiful woman cradling him in her arms.

He let out a scream of intense embarrassment.

“Ahhh!”

“Eung-ae!”

“…?”

Words different from his thoughts slipped out.

Assuming his pronunciation was distorted, he attempted to shout again.

“Where am I? Did you rescue me?”

“Eung-ae!”

…

This time he was certain he had spoken correctly.

But the sound that reached his ears was entirely different.

No, it wasn’t even his own voice.

It was indistinguishable from the cry of a newborn baby.

His voice, which couldn’t articulate words properly, resembled the babbling of an infant, clearly the voice of a child whose vocal cords were not fully developed.

Why had he, who was on the brink of death, become a newborn baby!

Or had he developed a defect in his vocal cords due to the accident?

Yuseong opened his barely functioning eyes wide and looked at his hand.

The chubby hand was unmistakably that of a newborn baby.

Yuseong’s mind was overwhelmed in an instant.

Not only was he alive when he thought he was dead, but he had also become a baby.

And a baby’s brain is underdeveloped, so thinking should be slower, but there was no impairment at all.

He needed time to process, but the surrounding circumstances wouldn’t allow him to.

The woman who held him passed him to the man standing beside her.

To Yuseong, who had inexplicably become an infant, these two appeared to be his parents.

The man gently took Yuseong and brushed his stubbly chin against him.

“Who did you inherit this cuteness from!”

It was clearly a gesture of affection, but what Yuseong felt was intense pain.

It was extremely painful even though the beard merely grazed him.

“Argh! My face will have holes in it! Stop! Stop it!”

“Euaaang! Euaaaaaang!”

Even though the scream differed from what he intended, it was effective.

Because immediately, the woman who had held him reprimanded the man.

“Eil! Your beard is hurting him!”

“Eh? Oh, I see! Sorry.”

“Anyway, shave that beard off.”

“…Our son was just born. A dad needs to maintain some dignity.”

Yuseong wanted to question what the dad’s dignity had to do with the beard, but he couldn’t because all that emerged when he opened his mouth were infantile sounds.