Boss, It's My First Time Being Your Resident - Chapter 15

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Episode 15. The Irony of Irony

“The blood vessels have constricted. No matter how many times I try, I can’t get a line in either arm or leg.”

Was she an intern too?
Her voice trembled thinly, and it seemed as though she might be sobbing.

She had every reason to be.
It was rare to find an intern who could maintain composure standing before a Severe Trauma Patient mangled beyond recognition.

“We’ll secure access here! I’ll handle the IO. You know how to place a C-line, don’t you?”

Tae-heon called out to A-gang, who had been shuffling nervously in the corner of the Resuscitation Room.

A C-line. She was asking her to place a C-line.
For an instant, her heart plummeted to the floor of the Resuscitation Room.

“…Me? A C-line?”

The moment she asked back in bewilderment, Tae-heon’s sharp gaze bore down like a blade across her forehead.
His eyes alone seemed to channel every curse imaginable straight through her skull.

A C-line was a central venous catheter—an emergency procedure performed when standard peripheral IV access was impossible.

It meant securing a line directly into a thick blood vessel near the heart, such as those in the neck or collarbone.

The IO—Intraosseous Infusion—that Tae-heon had volunteered to perform was the last resort: drilling directly through bone and into the marrow cavity to deliver medication when venous access became impossible.

“You’ve never done it?”
“I’ve practiced on a mannequin, but in a real patient… not yet.”

A-gang, flustered, chewed her lip raw.

“Then come over here. Nurse Kim, prep the C-line Kit for us.”

Tae-heon raised an eyebrow in unmistakable displeasure as he barked instructions to the attending nurse.

Why did her heart sink again at that sharp expression?

“I’ll do it!”
“Get out of the way. Stop blocking.”

Tae-heon was unyielding—he would never entrust this to a complete novice.

“Please, I can do this! With the patient’s current condition, arrest could happen any second. I think the IJV would be better. Let me try!”

Sensing her desperation, the nurse quietly unfolded the C-line Kit beside A-gang.

A-gang swiftly changed into sterile gloves.

She mentally rehearsed the procedure she’d studied thousands of times in textbooks.

First, position yourself on the patient’s right side. Rotate the head at a thirty-degree angle away from the insertion site. Place a pad beneath the neck.

Then… then…
Locate the vein with Ultrasound, maintain the needle at a forty-five-degree angle…

Was it the anxiety?

She had memorized this material so thoroughly the textbook pages had grown dog-eared.

But standing before a patient where every second counted, her mind went completely black.

A-gang drew a long breath and let it out slowly.

You can do this. You can do this, A-gang.

The moment she grasped the Ultrasound Probe, chanting silently to herself—

“What are you doing right now? Is this a classroom?”

Tae-heon’s cold voice cut across her as he snatched the needle from her other hand.

Had he caught her silently reciting the procedure steps?

His already sharp eyes seemed to turn positively lethal today.

“…I just didn’t want to make a mistake.”
“Are you out of your mind? This isn’t a drill! We don’t have time to practice on the patient!”
“…”
“Move.”

A-gang hung her head and stepped back.

She had no choice but to obey him.

She couldn’t prioritize her own desire to perform her first procedure over the patient’s critical condition—every second mattered.

Tae-heon’s hands moved without hesitation, each movement precise.

In what seemed like an instant, he had the Jugular Vein secured; then came the whine of the drill, and moments later the IO was in place—faster than a blink.

Two lifelines established in under a minute.

A-gang watched in stunned silence, her mind blank.

That was when Eun-do burst through the Resuscitation Room door, breathless.

“Operating Room 8! The anesthesiologist is on their way down, and the family just arrived! I’ll get the surgical consent forms!”
“Good work.”
“Are you doing a combined surgery with Professor Ma?”
“Yeah. We need to save time.”

Tae-heon yanked off his gloves and prepared to push the stretcher, moving with urgency.

“…Doctor, could I possibly go into the Operating Room as well?”

A-gang approached him hesitantly and asked.

Tae-heon answered with a flick of his chin toward the door—a clear, unmistakable rejection. Stay out.

A-gang bit her lip and quietly stepped aside to the doorway.

Standing alone among the bustling medical staff,
she felt as though she had become invisible.

She wanted to help, but had no idea what to do. Her mind raced while her hands stayed idle.

A sense of helplessness washed over A-gang.

But it didn’t feel humiliating.
Or at least, she decided it wouldn’t. That was the only way she’d survive these two months here.

So why were her eyes burning?

Why had she been reassigned to the Trauma Center when she knew nothing, only one year into her career?
She couldn’t begin to fathom the professor’s intent.

A-gang wiped away tears that had somehow begun to slide down her cheeks.

Absolutely a perfect first day.

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“Dad!!”

The moment Tae-heon and Eun-do wheeled the stretcher out of the Resuscitation Room,

a small child burst into tears and ran straight into the man lying there, throwing her arms around him.

“Dad! Wake up! Get up and play with me and Yeo-reum!”

With tiny fists, the girl clutched at the motionless man’s legs and buried her face against him.

They were the patient’s wife and daughter.

“Yeo-reum…”
“Your dad’s name is Seo Ki-hoon, so you must be Seo Yeo-reum, right?”
“…You… you know my dad?”

“And I promise you, I’ll fix your dad right up. So don’t you worry.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I give you my word, Yeo-reum.”
“Mister, what’s this?”

A light-blue tube with a small animal charm dangling in the middle…

No way.

But in an adult-focused department? Never. Not once.

It was the kind of thing that seemed utterly out of place in this austere Trauma Center.

Especially—

Like putting a pearl necklace around the neck of a brutal gangster. The contrast was almost surreal.

The boss of the Trauma Center.

In her confusion, Tae-heon plunged his hand deep into his coat pocket and withdrew something, handing it to the girl.

“Here. This is for you.”

The girl hesitated for a moment at the unexpected gift, then carefully reached out.

“Wow! Stickers! My favorite puppy!”

“A prize? Really?”

The girl’s eyes went wide.

“Yeah. Think about what you want, okay?”

Tae-heon ruffled the girl’s hair briefly, then helped the woman off the floor and steadied her on her feet.

“We’ll do everything we can. We’ll save him. Please trust us with him.”

In that moment, dozens of question marks materialized at once in A-gang’s mind.

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