Sense-Chapter 50: Online Star (9)

A very long-distance sniper shot.

As soon as the competition broadcasters saw this scene, they screamed.

-Let's watch it again through replay.

– To explain, Tto-wook, who calculated where the bullet would fall with the first shot. Handsome Gong Joon-hyuk turned his head, but the distance was too far, so he couldn't hear the gun fire. The next shot of Tto-wook calmly corrected the error. It was a clean success.

– The viewer said that the calculation was not made by Tto-wook.

-It wasn’t?

-It was instructions from a mathematician noona.

Not only did Dowook who succeeded in shooting, but also Kim Suhan, who was just enjoying the success of the broadcast, looked at Lim So Yool with a bewildered gaze.

The same was true for the nearly 90,000 viewers who accessed the chat room.

The protagonist pointed again to a point on the screen as if nothing had happened.

"Here. The direction is 263 degrees. 3.19 above, 4.57 above. Shoot."

Dowook reflexively moved the aiming point in the direction Lim So Yool pointed at.

Ta-ang!

[Twerking was killed by Tto-wook’s Kar98K headshot]

「Whoa!」

「What's up with this noona? What is with these instructions!」

With the success of the second ultra-long-range sniper, all sorts of exclamations popped up in the chat window. Whether he did well or not, the criticisms that continued intermittently all disappeared.

After all, who could teach better than this?

Lim So Yool saw Dowook sitting with his mouth open.

"Do my calculations still look lax?"

"It's… You really did take it to heart.”

"What does everyone think?"

At her question to the viewers, donations poured in.

-Ddirring.

-That's true! It was a strict and serious calculation!

-Ddirring.

-Noona! What kind of research did you do in Seville that you can do this? Respect!

-Ddirring.

-Battleland players. Worship the queen of training!

Lim So Yool, who was nodding with a satisfied look, put her hand on Dowook’s shoulder.

"What are you doing? 291 degrees."

"Yes, yes."

Ta-ang!

Dowook’s character, who hid on the hill, began to kill all players who came into view from then on.

"310 degrees. 3.21 degrees below…”

"I've been discovered. Once I move, please calculate again."

"If the height of the place changes, the parabolic variables must be measured again."

"You want me to make a shot first, right? Then we need a cover.”

Dowook's character "Tto-wook," which moved all over Battleland and shot from ultra-long distances, instilled a fear in all players by the time the round was half over.

「You need to see, to be able to deal with it. Other streamers are probably having a mental breakdown.」

Ta-ang!

[Ddowook's Kar98K headshot killed Yapsil]

「Sly Yap. How many kills have you had so far?」

「I don't know. I quit counting.」

「At least more than 20.」

Taang! Tang!

The two players, who were fighting in between a building, collapsed in good harmony.

"We're moving."

"The parabolic function is complete. I'll find the angle right away now."

Ta-ang!

A player, who was farming items, died of a bullet that flew in from900 meters away.

「I'm scared of this duo now.」

「I've never seen anything like this even in a professional game.」

At some point, the competition broadcasters were not thinking of commenting and were just looking at the observer screen chasing Dowook’s footsteps.

-The 23rd person has been eliminated. This round can be divided like this. Those who were eliminated by Tto-wook and those who were not.

-You are now watching the new history of Battleland Sniping Play.

Ta-ang!

-24!

Taang! Tang!

-25! 26!

Before they knew it, the round entered the second half.

Dowook's character hid through the grass.

Of the 50 people who fell on the island, only two were left now.

"I can't figure out the location. I'm sure it's ahead of me."

Kim Suhan's desperate voice could be heard after Dowook’s urgent words.

"It's Captain Shot, so we don't know what strategy he'll come out with. Close-up matches are disadvantageous. He has professional shooting skills.”

Lim So Yool also commented.

"The calculation is meaningless up close. The margin of error is less than 1mm."

The carefully thinking Dowook turned to look over the hill toward the approaching magnetic field.

"Patient Kim Suhan."

"What?"

"How long can you last if you go in there?"

"It's totally late in the game, so it cuts off health by 2% per second. So 50 seconds at the longest."

"Director."

"Yes."

"How many seconds does it take to check the opponent and calculate with that parabola function"?

"Three seconds."

The determined Dowook moved his character and jumped toward the magnetic field.

For a Battleland Ranker, it was, of course, a suicide, so Captain Shot, who was watching for Dowook, fired bullets of ridicule.

Tadadadadang!

In the meantime, a bullet passed by and the character's blood dropped to 80%.

When you enter the magnetic field, your stamina would start to decline.

「What are you doing, Tto-wook-hyung! Are you giving up on the game?"」

「Why is he digging his own grave at the end?」

-Player Tto-wook, what does he mean to do!

The chatroom was going crazy. The broadcast team was also going crazy. However, only Kim Suhan and Lim So Yool, who understood what Dowook was trying to do, watched the screen quietly.

When he only had 10% left.

Dough's character, who was running, turned around and aimed the sniper rifle.

"Director!"

"I'm doing it. Enemy position!"

The scope was expanded to explore. As a good player, of course, Captain Shot moved from the position where he just fired from.

Dowook, who was moving the screen while continuing to breathe calmly, found his helmet slightly sticking out between the rocks.

"Here it is."

"173 degrees above. 3.39. Left 5.0……3!”

Dowook's sniper rifle fired.

Ta-ang!

[Captain Shot was killed by Tto-wook's Kar98K headshot]

[Tto-wook died in the magnetic field]

[Ranking #1. Kill 30]

Captain Shot was eliminated first by a short margin.

Dowook who saw the title of first place cheered and naturally held hands with Lim So Yool who stood next to him.

"The timing of the calculation was great, director."

"It took 2.1 seconds, not 3 seconds."

"That error was nice, too.”

-Ddirring.

-L.E.G.E.N.D.

-Ddirring.

-I'm getting emotional after a round of a game. It's so touching!

-Ddirring.

– Noona. Hyung. So when are you doing the next broadcast? You're going to do it, right?

Dowook was surprised to see that the number of viewers exceeded 100,000. To inform him of this news, he turned to Kim Suhan.

"The viewers right now…"….”

"I checked, doctor. This broadcast is probably the first time in Twitch's history that this much shot of a single broadcast has been taken. You're amazing. It's an honor, streamer Tto-wook.

"I'm just helping you."

"It's not just helping. You made the broadcast fun. I didn't know there was a doctor like this in the world. I really didn't even think about it."

Lim So Yool watched this conversation with a meaningful look.

"Doctor, in that sense, a glass of beer to celebrate…"….”

"You can't."

"No, after the surgery, What do you mean, why is everything forbidden?"

"You can't drink during the two-month recovery period."

"What? You didn't tell me that."

"It's common sense. From now on, I'll tell you common sense things, too."

Dowook alternately looked between the broadcast screen and Kim Suhan, who became teary.

Unexpectedly, he was too immersed in the competition and enjoyed the game. How should he explain this feeling of 100,000 people watching and cheering for him?

「Bright Tto-wook, bright Tto-wook!」

「Sorry for the bad advice earlier! I was the one newbie!」

「Wook-hyung is the MVP! Let's debut professionally!」

Beyond the Internet, they were all people who actually lived somewhere out there.

How many people in the world reacted so explosively to each of his small actions?

It was understandable that Kim Suhan decided to push ahead with the broadcast with a central vein and thought of this as his life and them as friends.

"Doctor Park."

Lim So Yool looked up at Dowook with clear eyes.

"The surgical technique that Professor Choi added."

"Oh."

The four-hour Internet broadcast was successfully completed. Now, it was time to aim for another success for the rest of Kim Suhan's future.

"The treatment of the deep inlet artery takes a long time and is tricky even for general surgery. So what you suggested was to replace it with a hemoclip instead of a microclip."

"There's too big of a difference in the size of the tools. If this happens, the recovery variable must be adjusted considerably."

"Did you bring your notebook? Let's write it down first.….”

Tingle.

He was an Internet broadcaster, then a shooting instructor.

This time, the mathematician's sense dug into his right hand.

* * *

Monday morning, the entrance to the general ward.

Dowook stretched and tried to wash away the tiredness accumulated from last night.

It had been five days since he practiced the new skill.

Choi Hoo did not force Dowook to train. If they practiced together and he couldn't hold on any longer, Choi Hoo would also pull out then.

The pressure was rather enormous because there was no word about where or how there would be an error. Thanks to this, his fingers were still shaking because he was practicing until 3 a.m. yesterday.

"I'd rather go into surgery.”

"What did you say, doctor?"

An intern who followed to assist in the rounds asked him in a sleepy tone. Dowook spoke after tapping the intern's forehead with his fingertips.

"Take care of the charts. We have a conference today.”

"Oh, it hurts. It's the day of the conference, right."

Inpatient meetings were held on the last Monday of every month by all neurosurgeon doctors.

There was a lot for Dowook to prepare. After a few weeks of crazily going to the operating room, there were 19 critically ill patients assigned to him.

"Your rounds are harder than other rounds. There are many things to note about each patient, and why do you manage critically ill patients like a professor?”

"I'm trying to become a professional surgeon, but I seem to make more work for myself."

"But you’re still the coolest. My colleagues say they want to apply for neurosurgery these days."

"Our department? Really?"

Dowook, who opened the door to RM 701, looked back at the intern.

"What attracted you interns?"

"If I last four years in neurosurgery at Myeong Sae Hospital, I'll really be something. Chief Ha Sang Joong’s scolding every time you meet, the threat to your life whenever you see Prof. Choi, patients pouring in, and the amount of work is double that of other departments."

"Why are you only speaking about the cons?"

"There's someone who overcame it all and was recognized. I'm applying because of you.”

Dowook smiled at the unexpected answer.

"Anyways, neurosurgery applicants are always welcome."

Dowook, who was carrying a lot of charts into the public conference room, found not only neurosurgeons but also interns working in the rotation of other departments gathered in the back.

‘What is this?’

Other doctors' participation in conferences was usually a phenomenon that occurred only on special days. When the dean or vice-dean participated, or famous doctors from outside participated.

As he walked to the front seat, Nam Hana, who was in the midst of preparing for the meeting, rushed to him.

"Senior. Did you see the attendance list?"

"It’ll all be the same people, why should I check the list? Is there a new doctor on the staff?”

"Oh, my. I texted you at dawn."

Dowook dropped the charts on the desk.

"Can't you see all of this? I don't have the time to hear any gossip these days."

"It's not a small thing. The professors of the association are coming."

"What?"

Five seats were prepared at the front.

Suddenly, the memories of professors who visited not too long ago and made his soul fly away crossed Dowook’s mind.

"Hana, do you happen to…"

"Hey, Dr. Park! I heard you're planning an amazing operation this time.”

Dowook turned at someone's lively voice.

Those who didn’t run out of things to say just by talking about opening their patients’ heads for two nights and three days. Even from among them, one of the particularly hectic five members waved happily towards Dowook.

That gray-haired person was Nam-goong Seok, a senior professor at Seongbuk Clinic.

"How did you know that when I didn't even report it to the conference?"

"How do you think? Rumors spread around the hospital."

Nam-goong Seok turned his head and waved toward the intern gathered behind him. An intern bent straight down.

"Nice to meet you, Dr. Song. Did you apply for colo-proctology? The chief there is strict, but if you respond confidently, you will get a good score. Spirit is important.”

Dowook swallowed a moan. That intern who applied for a residency course at Seongbuk Clinic, where Nam-goong Seok belonged, was the cause of the rumor leak.

"I heard that you're going to present the contents of today’s meeting for it to be verified by the association. I'll help you. So that you can pass. I'm a fan of Dr. Park.”

"That's…."

"Dr. Park~ I'm here again~"

Yoon Do-cheon, a senior professor at the National Medical Center, entered the conference room with the same expression as Nam-goong Seok. Some interns waiting behind immediately bowed down to greet Professor Yoon Do-cheon.

Coming close, he stroked his beard and asked.

"Dr. Park. I heard you're planning something amazing."

"You're asking the same question as Senior Nam-goong."

"Really? Hehe. I'll help. No, we'll help you. I guarantee you that the probability of success can be increased by 15%.”

When all five of them were certain to participate, Dowook’s head started to hurt.

Hard work to improve the completeness of the surgery.

Just the gaze of Choi Hoo gave off so much pressure, but he didn't even get a sense of how difficult the process would be if the eyes of those five overlapped as well.