But soon, Sori’s steps halted abruptly in the corridor, dropping the things she was carrying with a loud crash.
“Mi, Minkook!”
Minkook was collapsed in the corridor, trembling all over.
Sori rushed to him, kneeling down in front of him, but her hands trembled too much in shock to touch his face.
“Move aside, you brat.”
Se-hoon pushed Sori’s trembling hands away and fumbled for his penlight.
But it was Seo Hyun-woo who swiftly overshadowed them, bending over Minkook with his penlight to check his pupil reflexes.
“What are you doing? Go and get the anticonvulsants ready.”
“Yes? Yes, Professor.”
Although no one was specifically addressed, Sori, who had been on the verge of tears, tried to compose herself and stood up first.
Tears unknowingly filled Sori’s eyes as she led the way.
Seo Hyun-woo immediately picked up Minkook and headed for the emergency treatment room, with Kang Se-hoon following with a distorted face.
A couple of hours later, the situation was resolved.
An unexpected shock with no apparent reason.
Minkook’s unstable vitals stabilized quickly, and there were no issues with his brain on the CT scan.
Blood tests showed slightly elevated inflammatory markers but were otherwise normal.
Inside Minkook’s room, where he was asleep after receiving IV fluids, Sori, with red-rimmed eyes, was pale with guilt. She kept a worried vigil by his side, tears continuously wetting her cheeks despite wiping them away.
Seo Hyun-woo, with creases on his forehead, rebuked her in a low voice, “You’re a doctor, and this is what shocks you?”
“I’m sorry…”
Sori, still not fully composed, rushed out of the room as if fleeing.
Hyun-woo stared down at Minkook’s face, the child who had melted Sori’s heart, thinking, ‘Why did it have to be you there?’
The irritation was inexplicable but was a new and different emotion for Hyun-woo.
As he turned to leave, Minkook grabbed his hand. Minkook, now awake, was looking up at him, suspicion faintly showing on his face, but he didn’t let go of Hyun-woo’s hand.
“If you’re a high-ranking doctor, a professor, then don’t say anything to Yu Sori,” Minkook pleaded.
“…”
It seemed Minkook was aware that Sori might have been troubled because of him.
“And make sure that ugly, glasses-wearing doctor doesn’t say anything to her either.”
A chuckle escaped Hyun-woo’s lips despite himself.
“I’ll make sure that happens,” he promised.
As Minkook attempted to link pinkies in a promise, Hyun-woo gently stopped him, “Alright, but don’t move.”
While Hyun-woo was adjusting the blanket, Minkook’s mother rushed into the room.
“Minkook!”
“Have you arrived?”
“Goodness. Professor, I got a call that Minkook had gone missing. I just got off work. Why did Minkook…”
Her voice trembled with worry.
“It seems there was a slight mix-up with the attending physician. He felt a bit sick going to the restroom but after some tests, he’s okay now.”
“Thank goodness. I saw a doctor crying as she left the room, and my heart sank. It wasn’t because of Minkook.”
She was referring to Sori. Hyun-woo reassured her thoroughly before leaving the room.
And then he went in search of Sori, who had disappeared. But both the emergency exit and the treatment room were empty.
On his way to the medical department, Sori, who seemed to have splashed her face with cold water, appeared at the end of the corridor with damp hair.
What to do with her really.
Striding forward, Seo Hyun-woo stopped in front of Sori like a barrier.
It was a secluded spot near the window at the end of the corridor. Sori turned her body towards the window, trying to hide her face.
“Really, you…”
Hyun-woo refrained from the harsh words he was about to blurt out in anger.
She must have been very startled. The sudden seizure and loss of consciousness of a patient with whom she had formed a rapport.
If a resident had shown such weakness in front of him on a normal day, he would have slashed them with even more ruthless words.
Emotions lead to panic, which increases the chances of making mistakes.
But now.
“Yes, I’m pathetic.”
The one who spoke first.
“I’m a doctor, and I panicked so much earlier. I’m so embarrassed right now. So please don’t blatantly tell me to go die.”
She roughly wiped her uncontrollable tears, seemingly annoyed by their persistence.
“Why do these tears keep coming?”
Her face, babbling without making eye contact, flushed with heat again. Her fanning hand and quivering wet lips trembled.
She knows yet can’t control certain things. Hyun-woo realized this as he watched Sori.
His anger was certainly not because of her being pathetic, but he had vowed to himself not to forget his duty as a professor.
“Then stop crying if you know.”
Knowing that comforting a fallen child often leads to more crying, he spoke in a colder voice than usual.
Somehow, he had cornered a fellow and ended up scolding her.
“I haven’t even started yet.”
Despite having no intention to scold her, he blocked her path, not allowing her to leave or stay, and took a step closer.
“If someone saw us, they’d think I’m killing you.”
He didn’t usually care about others’ perspectives and what they thought of him.
But why was it so hard to see tears streaming from her eyes? Strangely, a part of his heart felt a twinge.
After all, when had he ever sought out a crying resident to comfort them?
Indeed, Yu Sori was making him experience various things.
“I just want to be alone…”
Gently grabbing her wrist as she dabbed her tears and sniffled softly.
“Let’s go.”
Let’s go home, now.
“But what about Minkook?”
“I saw his mother come. Just go.”
Hyun-woo’s brusque voice made it impossible to argue.
He thought it was best to let her rest and stop crying.
His steps were faster than usual, not understanding why he found the hospital so disagreeable today.
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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.
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