THE TRAUMA CODE: HEROES ON CALL
No! I really can't do it.
Really, really, really, really.
Whoa! What are you doing?
You're not thinking of jumping down, are you?
- See you down there. - Help me!
- Can anyone help me? - Dr. Baek!
Are you sure that man's a doctor?
Someone stop him!
Stop, Dr. Baek, you'll die! That's a cliff face!
Don't go, Dr. Baek! No!
No!
Take me with you!
Oh, no! Oh, no!
This is terrifying.
Hold on! I need your help!
Who are you?
Oh, don't worry. This is Dr. Baek Kang-hyuk.
Stethoscope now!
- Yes, sir. Right here! - Quickly!
Here.
No breathing sounds on the upper lobe of the right lung.
What's that mean?
Uh, uh…
Um, it's pneumothorax!
I said there are no breath sounds at all.
CONDITION WHERE A HOLE IN THE LUNGS CAUSES AIR TO ACCUMULATE
- Tension pneumothorax. - Then what's next?
Air is trapped!
We need to extract it with centesis!
Hold tight!
Uh, uh, Dr. Baek!
The patient isn't conscious.
But if the trapped air is the cause, by now--
He should be coughing. Ask him where he is.
Pupils… are not responding, Dr. Baek.
It's papilledema. He's hemorrhaged already.
What?
Need to relieve intracranial pressure now!
Can we do that? Is that even safe to do here?
A decompression?
What's the patient's condition?
Let's get him in the air.
The helicopter can't stay here.
Let's get the patient secured.
Uh…
Raising the hoist now.
Get ready!
We're gonna crack the patient's skull!
What?
I'm telling you!
Huh? What?
We're gonna crack his skull!
Okay?
Huh?
Snap out of it! Gonna let your fear of heights get to you?
Focus on the patient. You hear me?
Focus on the patient.
Let's start.
Make it a close shave.
Just a moment, Dr. Baek. Are you really gonna do it here?
Yeah, we land in 15.
And another 15 between landing and surgery.
If we don't operate immediately, this guy won't survive the flight.
Let's steady his breathing first.
We'll go with an incision instead of intubation.
Mr. An. Get the Ambu bag for me.
All right. I've got it.
He's practically glowing.
But you said you wanted a close shave.
Yeah, it looks good.
Disinfect with Betadine and pull his scalp open.
Yes, sir.
Doctor, um,
is this even possible… in a helicopter?
Done it in worse places.
Where?
Afghanistan.
Hey, where's the tool kit?
The box is behind you!
Whoa.
We've dealt with the fasciotomy and anesthesia.
What do we do about the hole?
- What? You didn't bring a hand drill? - Pardon?
Drill.
I guess a hand drill isn't standard for a trauma kit.
What do you want it for?
- Pour it on. - Sir?
- Huh? - Pour the disinfectant.
Pour… Yes, sir.
What…
- What are you gonna do with that? - Would you quit running your mouth?
This has to be exact.
But, uh…
J… j… just wait, Dr. Baek! This doesn't feel right.
Sh!
There has to be another way to do this.
All right, here it is.
Look at that.
Tea just always tastes better like this.
What on earth?
Earthquake.
It's an earthquake.
Wow. He actually transported a patient here via helicopter.
I've never seen this happen before.
Oh, I've seen it about ten times. I've five years' experience, so…
Ten times though?
Yes. When Dr. Kwon was here.
However, three of them died during landing.
Really? Why?
It's a pretty hard location to land, actually.
Each moment is critical.
Landing takes forever, so we really have to hurry.
- Ah. - Gosh.
Here we are. Clear to disembark.
One, two, three.
- To the OR immediately! - Yes, sir.
- I need your help with admission! - Understood.
- And you! - Yes, sir!
Keep a tight grip on that gauze for me.
Okay. I'll keep pressure.
Let's go!
And push!
Let's go.
Dr. Baek. I'm trying to call the anesthesiologist.
What?
- What's going on? - Not responding?
His shift's been extended, so he should be on duty.
This guy… I mean, who does he think he is?
NURSE KIM SEONG-YUN EMERGENCY ROOM, HNUH
Ten minutes.
Let's hold out for ten more minutes. Just ten more minutes.
Okay, ten minutes.
Then I'll clock out.
Just a little bit longer. Okay. Just ten more minutes.
So he wants to make sure he gets off at 12:00?
Ah, Jesus! I wanna wring that little fucker by the neck!
Killing him can wait. Anesthesia's more important right now.
I'll track this guy down.
No. I don't need assholes like him around here.
Find someone else.
Nobody else is available right now. It's just Dr. Hwang Seon-u.
Wait. The one we had for the thoracotomy earlier today.
Park, uh, Gyeong-won?
No, no, he's not ready.
- Why not? - He's a fourth-year.
Ah, whatever. Call him right now for me.
Really, now?
Fourth-years are usually exempt from hospital work
so they can prepare for their exams.
So it'd probably be a major inconvenience.
We don't have the luxury of being polite.
Otherwise, we'd never save any patients.
Just call him right away. Should I do it?
All right.
NURSE CHEON JANG-MI
This is anesthesiology resident Park Gyeong-won.
This is Dr. Baek Kang-hyuk from trauma surgery.
I need you to come down here right now.
All right. What for?
Emergency surgery.
Huh?
- Are you there? - Whoa, stop!
Why can't I… hear anything? Hello?
Huh?
I can't hear anything.
Are you crazy?
Ah! Dr. Park. Hello. I'm Nurse Cheon Jang-mi in trauma surgery.
We need a fill-in for Dr. Hwang Seon-u.
And the other doctors on call?
The office wants us to wait another hour,
but the patient is in really critical condition.
We need someone now. Hmm.
Ah, all right. Fine.
Thank you so much.
The patient's blood pressure.
Push two amps of IV dexamethasone and up the mannitol.
- Yes, Doctor. - Get me a central line.
Yes, sir.
I'll prepare the ultrasound.
I can't get a pulse.
Are you sticking him right now? I'll get the ultrasound.
Patient'll die before.
If you stick him blind, you could hit an artery! Let me--
Hey, Anus.
Watch closely.
Seeing the color of the blood, I've hit the right spot.
Uh…
It's important to consider the actual condition of a trauma patient
rather than just referring to what you learned in a textbook.
'Cause if you don't,
you could end up killing a patient who should have lived.
Which you almost did.
Let's go with remifentanil and ketamine as anesthetics.
The surgery will relieve the intracranial pressure.
As for the blood pressure,
use inotropics if it gets too low.
The heart
will be okay.
No.
It's not okay.
My heart is pounding.
What kind of miracle is he going to work this time?
Let's begin surgery.
Yes, Doctor.
Ugh! Jesus Christ! That psycho.
Huh?
First day he calls a helicopter? Huh?
Huh? Jae-hun.
Jae-hun. Jae-hun! You see the helicopter? That Baek Kang-hyuk, he--
What's got you so worked up now?
I heard about it too.
Apparently, he was transporting a patient.
He got in the helicopter with Yang Jae-won.
He's determined to run this entire hospital into the ground.
Wait! Yang Jae-won too?
He's the doctor on call with the Trauma Unit today.
Right now, as we speak, they're in surgery.
Yang Jae-won rode along with
Baek Kang-hyuk?
Now they're in surgery?
I have a bad feeling.
You don't suppose Baek Kang-hyuk wants to steal my protégé, do you?
- Hold on. - No, no, that's not it.
He wouldn't dare take the head of general surgery's favorite student.
- The director wants me. - There is a chance though.
Yang Jae-won is an impressive student.
Thank you so much.
HANKUK NATIONAL UNIVERSITY HOSPITAL SCHOLARSHIP PRESENTATION CEREMONY
A full ride to Hankuk National University Medical School.
The undisputed valedictorian.
I won't let him go.
He's my protégé.
Ah!
Jae-hun?
Wait. What do you mean by that?
You're saying they did what now?
The person who introduced Minister Kang to Dr. Baek
was Director Oh of Chilseong Hospital.
I let myself get completely blindsided.
Either way, this is all quite worrying.
Dr. Baek, they say he is an incredibly talented surgeon.
He even saves patients at the edge of death.
So I'm sure he's gonna pour money into their treatment.
In that case, for every life that he saves,
this hospital will keep bleeding money!
That's exactly what Director Oh wanted, wasn't it?
When he presented the minister's recommendation,
we didn't really have a valid reason to turn him away.
So I was thinking,
"Meet him and offer him such a low salary that he would never wanna work here."
Right?
Wow. He's so handsome.
Oh. Mr. Baek Kang-hyuk?
Yes.
I'll accept the attending surgeon position.
Uh…
You mean…
Just like that?
I've always wanted to work at your hospital.
Uh, even so, uh, at least hear the terms first.
What terms? Salary?
Salary's quite low, I'm guessing.
Shoes like these, a suit like this, and watches like these,
I can already afford all this with the money I have now.
And I'm not a doctor for the money.
But duty always calls.
- Hmm. - You seem nice.
You don't need the cash, and you have principles too.
What you don't have is manners.
It's no wonder that man's from Muhan.
I mean, the lowbrow just act like that.
Always so in-your-face! It's annoying!
Uh, Director Choi?
What do you think about the idea of
letting him go in our next assessment?
You can't be serious.
Forgive me. It was nothing.
The next assessment's too far away.
Honestly, we have to get rid of this intruder much sooner.
UNKNOWN MALE INTRACRANIAL DECOMPRESSION
Scalpel.
This is crazy.
He shows no hesitation whatsoever.
Army.
Hand drill.
Wow, look. Look at him handling the drill.
Okay, EVD.
Uh… oh…
Oh… Oh!
I can't believe how good he is.
Uh…
All right. The head is done.
Next is his lung.
UNKNOWN MALE INTRACRANIAL DECOMPRESSION
PARTIAL LUNG RESECTION
First, we cut the artery in the right lower lobe.
This is to reduce the amount of bleeding.
Next, we cut the bronchus to make sure air doesn't leak into the damaged region.
Last is the vein.
Then the right lower lobe comes away with ease.
And the cause of the patient's pain… is removed.
All right. Done.
- Send it to the lab. - Yes, sir.
- Anus. - Yes, sir?
Let's close the chest cavity.
In two hours, he performed a decompression of intracranial pressure
and a partial lung resection.
Hey!
Sending the specimen out.
- You're staring. - What?
Are you in awe of my surgical skills?
Uh, what? Why would I? I…
You're pretty good.
How would you know?
Got plans for next year?
Can't spend two years studying colorectal surgery.
Aren't you being dismissive of other specialties?
What's wrong with colorectal?
Well, you're the one being dismissive and condescending.
You have this cushy position, all while you wait for something to fall
right into your lap. That the plan?
No, it's not.
Really?
Then allow me to introduce you to a specialty with a great opening.
Trauma surgery fellow.
Fellow, you say?
Is that really your reaction?
I'm not saying I don't want it.
So it's settled.
Uh, this is all so sudden. I need more time to think this over.
Why? Why can't you do it?
I would like to hear your reasoning. Go ahead. Come on.
It's just that… Well, it's not so much that I can't.
It's more that it's just a really consequential life decision.
You have three seconds to tell me, or it's a yes.
It's just that my adviser wants me to be
a second-year fellow in colorectal surgery next year--
- What kind of reason is that? - Um…
Huh? You decide what you want, right?
Well…
Right? Think your adviser's always gonna be there for you?
- Uh… - They promise to make you an attending?
They didn't? Then why are you so loyal to them?
This isn't about grand gestures.
This is an education. It's really simple.
"I will teach you if you want it."
- Yep. - Ah. My ID.
Oh, right, Dr. Baek.
- Thank you. - Yep.
I'm offering you a really great deal. I'm the best mentor you could ask for.
You know that.
I understand what you're saying.
Ah! There's just no way. My adviser won't--
Your damn adviser again?
You're saying that this adviser guy calls the shots, right?
Okay.
Where are you going?
Who could it be? Huh?
Who decided to put all these boxes right here?
Who put Dr. Baek's stuff here? Who the hell did this? Confess!
Seriously? The man's been working here one day, and he's already a nuisance!
This is ridiculous. I'm the head of general surgery,
and he hasn't even stopped by to introduce himself,
even though I'm right next door.
- Talking about me? - Ah!
What are you doing?
I came to introduce myself since we're neighbors.
Ah, well… So you let yourself in without asking permission?
Come on, take a seat. It's an urgent matter.
It's my office! You don't get to tell me to--
You prefer to stand?
Whatever suits you.
All right, let's talk.
Dammit.
All right.
What's so urgent?
You have a fellow working for you called Yang Jae-won, isn't that right?
Yes, I do.
Real whiz kid. My protégé.
All right, well, uh, I'd like to teach him for a change.
Didn't they teach you etiquette at your university?
Now, look here, Dr. Baek.
He is my fellow! Got it? My fellow!
Yours? Oh, come on now. Don't be like that.
I would argue that this is a decision only he can make.
Oh really?
Well, did he say that he would choose trauma surgery if we let him decide?
He and I go way back, you understand?
No way that he would do something like that.
You mean… you're not worried?
Not even a little? Like, what if he rejects you?
Are you serious? Not at all.
So… in that case, let's let Yang Jae-won decide.
Deal?
Deal.
Okay.
The three of us should meet at four o'clock to discuss it together.
Somehow, I feel cheated.
Take the offer.
Don't take it.
Take the offer.
Don't take it.
Take the offer?
Don't take it.
There is my answer. No deal.
There you are!
The great Dr. Yang Jae-dong.
So what brings you to the roof?
Dr. Yang Jae-dong,
the man who got an offer to join the trauma surgery department.
You know, something's off about you.
It's your expression.
Like you're deep in thought.
It's just that if… if I had received that offer yesterday,
I would've rejected it.
- Yeah? - And yet…
I can't avoid having these strange thoughts.
"If I join trauma surgery, could I become like Dr. Baek?" You know?
What? No! You're nothing alike.
Wh… why?
I heard about the helicopter.
And that… you rappelled down.
Well, can you keep doing things like that?
- Ah! - Eh?
Yeah, yeah, I couldn't do that.
Jae-won.
Do you possess a powerful sense of duty?
- You mean like-- - Yeah.
Or like
are you a risk-taker?
No, I'm the most ordinary person I know.
That's right!
Only risk-takers with a sense of duty can survive in the trauma department.
Just like…
like Dr. Baek.
Hmm?
See you down there.
A risk-taker with a sense of duty.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're… you're right. I agree.
You made it all make sense.
- I appreciate that. See you later. Yeah. - 'Kay.
Dr. Baek. Thank you for the offer.
But I've decided to dedicate my life to colorectal surgery.
Oh, come on.
Four o'clock. My office.
Hey, Gangster.
- Oh, hey, boss. - Huh?
Ah. Well, you call me "Gangster," so it's only right you're my boss.
You're wearing a white coat today. You look like a real doctor now.
Enough of that.
I need to know how to win someone over.
Win someone over?
I heard you with the anesthesiologist. You were convincing.
I didn't have to win him over. I was asking him for a favor.
Yeah, well, it was effective.
Give me some tips, will ya?
I don't want to.
Yang Jae-won.
What if he worked as a fellow in here?
Who?
Yang Jae-won.
Jae-won, huh?
Well, I will say that Jae-won is liked by all the Trauma Unit nurses here.
Oh, I'm sure he is. A soft-hearted guy like that.
Ah, it's just that
he's saying he doesn't want it.
How sad for you.
Listen to me.
As someone who's worked here for five years,
you don't want the Trauma Unit to be completely dissolved, right?
'Cause we're in the same boat now.
And I want another person to row with us.
- Yeah? - One more, hmm.
We should talk in private.
No, no, no!
No! That's not what I'm saying here.
Jae-won is a compassionate guy.
Try being a little more compassionate.
Gonna be difficult since I'm known for being an asshole,
and you're saying be compassionate.
Be compassionate, huh? Like how?
You know. Why did you want to become a doctor?
Me? 'Cause of my father.
Oh, that's perfect! Ooh!
Have a sit-down where you exchange stories like that back and forth.
Ah! Using my own story like that, huh?
Yeah, you're not lying or anything.
Just have a conversation with him, Dr. Baek.
Don't all personal connections begin with conversation?
Eh…
Seriously. You don't have time for this.
It looks like Dr. Han already got to work.
What?
I called about removing a patient from the ICU,
and they told me Jae-won got a call from Dr. Han.
What? Oh shit.
This teacup.
It's a Goryeo celadon.
It's a beautiful thing. It adds something special to the tea.
Oh, yes. Drink, drink.
- Mmm. - That's hot.
You and I graduated from Hankuk National University.
Which lends a certain credibility to what we say. Hmm?
Going forward, you should follow my lead.
I promise it'll be smooth sailing.
You struggling under the supervision of that Muhan University grad
would be a tragedy.
And I don't want that for you.
- Mmm. - Uh, Dr. Han.
Oh, yes?
If this is about Dr. Baek Kang-hyuk's offer, I apologize.
You know, I wanted to see you because I recalled
that when my mentor left, he gave me this teacup as a gift.
He said that one day, I would find a protégé worthy of it.
And I think I've finally realized who that is.
You have?
You.
Oh, it's no big deal.
- What the-- - Dr. Baek.
What are… what are you doing?
What are you doing? Wait! Whoa! What the hell?
- The hell? Have you completely lost it? - Wait, wait!
What are you doing barging in like this?
I believe the three of us should talk now.
We said four o'clock earlier.
And that we would meet to talk about it together.
But… it's only 3:20 right now.
Oh yeah? We don't have to wait until then. Let's talk about it right now.
Yes, let's do it.
Hey now!
This is great. Take a seat.
Always so disrespectful.
So tell me.
Yes?
Are you choosing colorectal surgery or trauma surgery?
The thing is…
Of course it's colorectal surgery.
I've already taught him all the basics.
He'll start writing his own papers next year and soon become an attending.
Attending?
You know that's never happening.
He wants you to do grunt work for two years
in exchange for making you a specialist.
Excuse me. Why do you have to put such a terrible spin on things?
Hold on. You're saying you have an attending position ready to go?
An attending isn't something you can just offer.
When one becomes available,
only those who are ready will be able to take it. Understand?
Right. And that's exactly what I want to explain to him right now.
I can prepare him for that as well. Huh? Under my supervision, in just…
In five years, I promise you
he'll be able to do a quarter of what I can.
Five years…
Gee. I wonder why such a talented man ended up studying at Muhan University.
Ha! You think doctors save people's lives with their degrees?
Baek Kang-hyuk, level with me.
Why are you working here, hmm? You're here to polish your résumé
after graduating from such an embarrassment of a university!
- Take it easy, Dr. Baek. - Shut it!
- Are you done talking now? - What the--
Say it again!
Yeah? Well, I wasn't finished talking!
You were the one who started talking smack, huh?
All while you keep going on about your skills.
Guess what?
Those credentials everyone respects, I have those.
That's right. I went to Hankuk National University
and obtained a subspecialty in colorectal surgery.
- Yeah? What else? - A subspecialty in colonoscopy.
A Ministry of Health and Welfare certified colorectal specialist.
A specialist in colorectal medicine.
Lifetime member, Korean Surgical Society.
Clinical instructor, Hankuk National University.
Colombian Colorectal Society.
Korean Society for Vascular Surgery.
MUHAN UNIVERSITY GRADUATE FIRST ATTENDING SURGEON ROLE
So, will he choose the credentials of Han Yu-rim
or the skills of Baek Kang-hyuk?
That's gotta be a headache for Dr. Yang. He has to choose one.
Does that mean, if we're lucky, Dr. Yang will work with us?
Let's not get ahead of ourselves.
Obviously, it's no contest.
The head of general surgery has more clout than some newbie.
Right.
Dr. Baek will just end up like Dr. Kwon, fighting tooth and nail all on his own.
That would be my guess.
Bet on it?
Hmm?
Eh.
How much?
You know, the number of plaques I've received from these societies
for my exemplary work is as many as my age.
Jae-won, commit yourself to your work,
and one day, you can reach the same heights that I have. Understand?
You don't have a single picture taken with a patient.
What's that?
Is this a difficult choice?
Yes.
Why?
To be honest,
I'm not confident with trauma surgery.
Not confident.
Yang Jae-won.
It's time for you to decide. Huh?
Colorectal or trauma surgery?
Uh…
Is it me or Baek Kang-hyuk?
I think, Dr. Han, um…
- It's me, isn't it? Isn't it? - Uh…
- Well… - Forget it.
I said forget it.
Kids like you who weigh the odds, you can't save lives.
You'll lose patients hesitating like that.
Don't worry about him.
- Yang Jae-won. - Uh, Dr. Baek.
- Hold on! Yang Jae-won. - Just wait!
Yang Jae-won.
Just a minute.
Dr. Baek.
The thing is…
What I meant was…
What I was thinking was… what I could even do as a trauma surgeon?
Isn't it obvious?
The things that happened today will continue to happen.
And over time,
eventually, you'll be able to save lives all on your own.
All of those people.
Are they all patients you've saved?
Rania.
She suffered so much brain damage after a bombing
that the surgery took eight whole hours.
Bombs were falling, and we were running low on blood to transfuse.
Well done.
It was a tough battle for that young child.
Did she survive?
Yeah. She wants to be a doctor.
That old guy over there is… Masoud.
He flat-out refused to be treated by any other doctor. I was the only one.
I don't trust him. Bring me a Muslim doctor.
Jesus, old man. You're a stubborn one.
Your blood pressure's dropping. Quiet!
What is that?
Ah. Finally, some quiet.
He kept talking about wanting me to be his son-in-law.
He considered you part of his family.
Jae-won is a compassionate guy.
Try being a little more compassionate.
So…
…why did you wanna become a doctor?
Do you think that…
like me, it's because you wanted to save lives?
Yang Jae-won! Yang Jae-won!
Dr. Yang.
Son of a bitch.
I said I'd give you this. Look! Why can't you see how I feel?
I want you to have this!
Dr. Han.
I don't think that I
want that teacup anymore.
Huh?
This is from the Goryeo dynasty. It's Goryeo celadon.
Haven't you heard of Goryeo celadons?
I will…
join the trauma surgery department.
You don't understand.
Fellows, you know? They don't choose the field they're in.
They do what they're told to do.
Hey, hey! Didn't you say his decision was final?
- No, no. That was-- - Right, let's get to work.
- No. Wait. - Uh…
- Wait a minute! - I'm sorry, but--
- Yang Jae-won! - I'm sorry, sir!
- Please stay healthy, sir! - Yang Jae-won!
You better let go of me! Let go! Don't touch me. Get off!
- You son of a bitch. - You can't be serious.
That right there is just a knock-off.
You have no clue what you're talking about.
No, I'm pretty good at that sort of thing.
Goryeo celadons… aren't typically decorated this way.
You should get it… Go get it appraised.
What the hell do you know?
Knock-off.
Knock-off?
Yang Jae-won.
You're my enemy from now on.
As a fellow alumnus, I took good care of you.
But now he's a traitor!
He dares reject me? Traitor!
Yang Jae-won.
Traitor.
WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEND THE EMAIL? YES
Huh? What is this?
What on earth?
Seriously?
Ah!
All right, all right, all right. Tell me. Spit it out.
Let's start off with some deep breaths. You remember Lamaze breathing?
Ugh. Would you just tell me? I don't have time for all this.
Hey! The fellows are freaking out.
Dr. Han Yu-rim sent an email to everybody.
So what was it about? What? What?
"From now on--" Ugh. Here. It's right here.
- Let's see. C'mon. What? - I can't bring myself to read it out loud.
"Starting today, all Trauma Unit on-call duties
are reassigned to Dr. Yang Jae-won."
ALL TRAUMA TEAM ON-CALL DUTIES ARE ASSIGNED TO YANG JAE-WON
Hey. Just apologize. Get on your knees and grovel for dear life.
I can't, I can't, I can't. I won't, I won't.
You take all these on-call shifts, you'll be in deep shit.
TRAUMA TEAM: YANG JAE-WON, YANG JAE-WON, YANG JAE-WON, YANG JAE-WON, YANG JAE-WON
Pushing him off the cliff, huh?
Yes, Doctor?
What's with your voice? Did someone die? Are you crying?
No, it's just
I'm in deep shit now.
It appears Dr. Han Yu-rim has assigned all on-call duties
to me for the Trauma Unit.
So what?
Trauma department is always on call anyway.
Ah.
In Korea, one specialist handles all trauma patients
24 hours a day, 365 days a year.
Hey.
Don't tell me you didn't consider that when you agreed to join trauma surgery.
Huh?
You just… haven't found your place yet.
Hey, I'm right here.
Ah, Jesus. Dr. Baek.
Don't worry.
You won't have to work those shifts on your own for now.
Can't let you go around killing people.
In a way, this is actually good for you.
You need to be on call anyway.
At least the whole hospital knows about it now
and that we're working our asses off.
I think it's always good when everybody else knows what you're going through.
Hmm?
Let's go. We should check on the ICU.
So, uh,
why pick me of all people, anyway?
Easy.
I saw how you run.
Every single time I saw you… you were running.
Off to save a patient.
Then I'll work hard…
so you don't… regret your choice.
Well, I'm gonna make sure that you… regret your choice.
By the way, Dr. Baek, weren't you on the Syria team
as part of the Doctors for International Peace?
Yes. Why?
But didn't you say you were in Afghanistan?
Never mind that.
Why don't you just go reply to Dr. Han's email?
Hello, Dr. Han. This is Yang Jae-won.
Dr. Baek has asked me to pass on a message.
He says that the teacup is Goryeo celadon.
Baek Kang-hyuk!
"Trauma Center." It has a nice ring to it.
Now, Anus, you just follow my lead.
- Yes, Dr. Baek. - Congratulations!
Aah. I love the smell of cash.
I wonder if Jae-won is gonna last though.
We'll see.
Double or nothing?
You're on!
Today, I finally accepted what Dr. Baek was trying to tell me.
That if I continue to follow him, to learn from him just as I am now,
then one day, I will be that kind of doctor,
the kind that saves lives.
And this is only the beginning, not just for the Trauma Center,
but for my life as a doctor too.