‘When I see you, it’s hard to control.’
As soon as Yura opened her eyes in the morning, she blinked her eyes blankly at the sentence that brushed through her mind.
“What is this…?”
Fear surged as the unfamiliar sentence, along with Lee Hyun’s figure looking at her with a thick, sticky gaze, came to mind.
Slowly rolling her eyes to check the surroundings, Yura realized that Lee Hyun was nowhere to be found. Feeling a palpable tension, she cautiously moved her body, and at that moment, the door opened.
“Yura, are you awake?”
As soon as Lee Hyun’s voice reached her, Yura ran at full speed toward the bathroom. Locking the door, she grabbed her pounding heart.
She remembered drinking at the intestines restaurant, but no matter how much she thought about it, the memories after a certain point didn’t come to mind. In such a situation, Yura, startled by Lee Hyun’s appearance, instinctively ran away.
What should she do in this situation? After much hesitation in the bathroom, Lee Hyun’s voice was heard from outside the door.
“How about taking a day off today?”
“No, it’s okay. I’m perfectly fine.”
“I have a meeting in the morning, so I’m leaving first. Have a good day at work.”
“Yeah.”
With Lee Hyun’s words, Yura heaved a sigh of relief and then began to shower. The disappeared memories even took away the courage to face him.
Along with the only memory, she was curious about what that phrase meant and what the situation was. Although she wanted to ask, she simultaneously felt that she shouldn’t know what happened.
So, Yura went to work with a nonchalant face. Her mind was still dizzy, but she quickly checked the documents to report to the CEO, smiling brightly and exchanging greetings with the employees as usual.
At that moment, the cellphone placed on the desk vibrated. Yura, holding the documents in her hands, was taken aback at her pathetic appearance.
With a sigh mixed with relief and anxiety, she checked the phone. Upon seeing the clear word “Osejin,” she let out a sigh.
“Hello, this is Jinyura.”
-It’s me.
“Hello, pianist Oh Sejin.”
As she furrowed her brow, recalling a series of untied events, unexpected words reached her.
-I think I need to go to the hospital.
“What? The hospital?”
-I think my hand is strained.
‘How are your hands these days?’
For a moment, Yura remembered Song Minwoo’s words from yesterday. It didn’t seem like just a simple statement, but she involuntarily frowned, feeling there was something more to it.
Yura thought about what to do in this situation and concluded that if Song Minwoo knew, he would also know about it at IF. For the health of the artists they manage, management companies usually have a chief physician or set up a cooperative hospital.
Even if there were cooperative hospitals in Korea, it was better to move to a related place than to find an unrelated one. Thinking so, she asked.
“Uh, do you have a chief physician?”
-That’s why I’m asking for a favor. Find me a doctor who’s not too talkative.
Certainly, the overseas management wouldn’t have a cooperative hospital in Korea.
Fearing it might become an unnecessary question, Yura quickly organized the situation again. If the doctor with a heavy tongue was available, the question was, to what extent he could diagnose the issue.
“We have a specialist in hand injuries at Songlim. I’ll make a reservation with them first.”
-Can I go right away?
“It’s difficult to give a definite answer, but I’ll check the schedule and get back to you.”
Pianists often suffered from various occupational diseases related to their hands, such as tenosynovitis or carpal tunnel syndrome. There might not be an immediate serious problem, but it was not something to be ignored, especially with an upcoming concert.
Aware of the urgency, Yura, after ending the call with Sejin, immediately contacted Professor Gomyeongjun at the university hospital. He was a psychiatrist managing the mental health of artists performing at Songlim.
Professor Gomyeongjun’s reputation alone made it difficult for patients to get an appointment without a reservation, but a quick response was needed.
Fortunately, a patient had changed their reservation, making an earlier time available. Since time was tight to call a dedicated driver, Yura personally drove to the hotel.
Even in this situation, she worried about making an unreasonable excuse like last time. However, fortunately, Sejin, who didn’t look good from the moment they met, didn’t say a word during the journey.
Arriving at the hospital and about to park, Sejin expressed his gratitude in a low voice.
“Thank you for coming with me.”
“No, it’s a natural procedure.”
Yura made it clear that there were no personal feelings involved as she got out of the car.
Sejin entered the examination room, and after a short while, he came out again. Seeing him smiling gently with a puzzled face, wondering why it ended so quickly, Yura felt relieved.
“It’s a symptom caused by stress. I’ll receive some physical therapy and be back.”
“Yes.”
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
