Just as she was about to bite into the soft Castella.
A knocking sound and the rustle of the ward door opening could be heard. From the bedroom Sori occupied, the door wasn’t immediately visible.
‘I knew this would happen.’
She was shoving the uneaten bread back into the bag, the crinkling sound was so loud that it was embarrassingly noticeable.
Sori placed the arranged bread and milk back on the locker table, and said,
“I thought you forgot about me and had left for the day.”
But the person she faced as Sori straightened up on the bed again was not Ji Woong.
Sori was so startled that she forgot to exhale the breath she had gasped in surprise.
“How did you…?”
Seo Hyun Woo was standing in front of her.
Why didn’t he leave and why was he here again? Did he notice my awkward lie?
If Seo Hyun Woo found out about this, she might have her residency acceptance at the Empire Hospital cancelled.
That’s why she had chased after him earlier and told him a baseless lie.
In front of someone who should never find out, Sori’s face turned ashen in an instant.
“Were you waiting for someone?”
“I had a doctor who was going to personally administer my IV.”
“Is it your boyfriend?”
“What? No, no, it’s not.”
It was a situation where misunderstandings could easily arise, given that a nurse could have done it, and she was waiting for someone.
“I don’t have anything like that. I’m not interested.”
Feeling wronged, Sori vehemently denied it once more with both hands.
On the other hand, Hyun Woo looked around the hospital room with an indifferent face, as if he had asked without any real meaning.
The moment his gaze brushed over the locker, his usually calm forehead slowly furrowed.
Eating that sort of stuff will only lead to indigestion.
He pulled out the table connected under the hospital bed himself. And on it, he placed the paper bag he had brought.
“Did you bring soup?”
He didn’t know why he hadn’t just passed by the soup shop on the way out of the parking lot.
No, in reality, her pale face and cold hands had been bothering him.
“There was a soup shop right next to the hospital.”
“Ah… you didn’t have to.”
Worried that Ji Woong might inconsiderately appear at this timing, Sori was on tenterhooks.
“Is there anything wrong with your health?”
“Huh? Of course not. I’m stronger than I look.”
Flustered, she blurted out an overly defensive response.
“It would be better to be honest now.”
She felt hot with embarrassment, but Sori couldn’t tell the truth.
“There’s really nothing wrong. I mean it.”
Nothing had been confirmed yet, so she comforted herself that it wasn’t a lie.
Just then.
“Miss Yu, you’ve waited long? Sorry. Sorry. The department head suddenly called. Is this your first transfusion? But… you had a visitor?”
Ji Woong, seeing a visitor in Sori’s room where she was uncomfortable being hospitalized, ended his sentence with a full note of surprise.
Surprised, Sori jumped down from the bed and stood blocking Ji Woong.
“Doctor, I think I should go home.”
“Why?”
“Haha, no, it’s just that I’m feeling too well to need it, I’m hungry and I have to go to work tomorrow.”
“What does that even mean?”
Sori stammered and turned Jiwoong, who had come prepared to give a blood transfusion, right around. She shoved Jiwoong out of the hospital room and spoke with an excuse.
‘He’s a professor at Je Guk Hospital.’
Only after making a slashing gesture on his throat did Jiwoong begrudgingly nod.
Having driven Jiwoong out, Sori, who returned to the hospital room, was awkwardly tidying her clothes.
The air was considerably awkward.
“Maybe you should have gone home, eaten, and rested.”
Hyun Woo’s voice rang out as he watched Sori, who didn’t know what to do out of embarrassment, with an impassive face.
“Yoo Sori.”
At the sudden call of her name, Sori froze.
“That’s right. I lied about the emergency.”
But at the same time as her honesty, she had to tell him another lie. Hoping that what she said sounded plausible.
“I have a bit of anemia. They say you recover quickly if you get a transfusion. It’s really not a big deal.”
Sori lifted her head and looked at his face with a calm expression.
“Can you pretend you didn’t hear just this once?”
Hyun Woo’s gaze, which had been stuck to Sori’s face like a shadow, didn’t waver.
She had anemia to the point where she needed a transfusion.
Worry and doubt spread simultaneously across Hyun Woo’s face as he contemplated something.
He recalled Sori’s wound, which hadn’t stopped bleeding when she was cut with a knife not long ago.
Although he suspected that something was seriously wrong, he had no way to confirm it right away.
This was not Je Guk Hospital, but Seo Han Hospital.
He approached Sori, who was moving slowly with caution, and said.
“Just stay here without moving.”
After leaving those words, Hyun Woo abruptly went out of the hospital room.
Soon after, he returned with Jiwoong. Jiwoong was still holding the medical tray he had earlier.
“Do what you were going to do earlier.”
“Professor…”
Sori called Hyun Woo, as if objecting.
“Ah, now it’s professor, I am.”
Hyun Woo spoke with a cold face.
Then.
“If you don’t want to be fired before you even start work, listen to me.”
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