“Can you, Hong Eun-seok, go and speak to Professor Seo about this?”
Se-hun asked with a look of dismay in his eyes.
“The VIP patient, despite not being sick, keeps asking for a change in the attending physician almost daily. ‘Hey, can the professor come and check on me every day?’ Can you manage that? Not me. Not even if I die.”
Asking Seo Hyun-woo for this?
“Of course, that’s impossible. Why would I want to be cursed?”
If only curses were all that awaited.
“Unless the hospital director intervenes, there’s no other solution. Given their status, the director might soon get involved, right?”
“So, in the end, we wait until it reaches the hospital director’s ears and then gets passed on to Professor Seo?”
“Umm… That seems to be the best course of action.”
Sori and Gi-tae, first-year residents, were overhearing the conversation, rolling their eyes in disbelief.
“But, Mr. Hong, why do you think that patient secretly wants Professor Seo to come?”
Unable to contain her curiosity, Sori, who had been hiding behind Gi-tae, asked Eun-seok.
“They once asked me about a professor who came from the U.S. They subtly hinted at it.”
“Ah…”
Sori had a bad feeling about this.
“Hey, Yoo Sori. Why don’t you go and tell Professor Seo? You’re good at walking the line and like to take the initiative.”
“What?”
Sori’s face turned beet red at Se-hun’s sarcastic remark.
During Min-guk’s seizure, it wasn’t Se-hun but Sori who had been Seo Hyun-woo’s right hand.
Sori, who had been proactive, left no room for Se-hun to intervene. It was just an act of concern from Sori’s heart.
But Se-hun seemed to have marked her as a politically savvy individual.
“Chief, you’re killing the living. Yoo Sori is just naturally diligent in everything. It’s not like that.”
“What do you know, Hong Eun-seok?”
Dii-Dii-Dii.
Fortunately for Sori, the call on Se-hun’s phone saved her from an absurd predicament.
It seemed to be from the VIP ward. Se-hun sighed deeply, exasperated, his bangs fluttering.
“Cha Na-jeong! Urgh!”
After hanging up and gripping his call phone as if to crush it, Se-hun gritted his teeth. Just as Se-hun was about to storm out.
“Chief!”
Sori raised her hand high.
“If the seniors don’t mind, I’ll go. The patient might be a bit intimidating as a VIP, but since they’re not seriously ill, I just need to appease them, right?”
She wanted to prove that an overly ambitious junior could be useful.
“Staying in the VIP patient’s good graces is crucial. If they complain to the hospital, it could spell disaster for NS. You get that, right?”
“Yes, I understand.”
She might have been too confident in her response, but she sincerely hoped this would make Se-hun forget about her insubordination from the previous day.
“Then go now and tell them I’m entering surgery. Just nod along to whatever they say.”
“Yes, I will.”
It seemed to have had an effect.
“Hey, Jong-woo, Eun-seok. Make sure the next surgery is prepared.”
Se-hun had left the department.
Sori let out a deep sigh.
“Are you really okay with this, Sori?”
“I have to. It seems like the only chance I have to score points.”
Gi-tae, who had been quietly observing, looked at Sori with pity.
“Sori, you haven’t given up on hospital life already, have you?”
“Well, if it becomes too much, I can always call Professor Seo, right?”
“Sori, really, you shouldn’t be doing this.”
Gi-tae, who remembered Hyun-woo’s threat to fire Sori on her first day, was worried she might have given up on her relationship with the professor.
But Sori had no such intention.
Her other reason for stepping forward, despite it being a thankless task, was to avoid wasting Hyun-woo’s time with such a peculiar patient.
“I’ll be going then.”
With a determined mind, Sori left the department.
Cha Na-jeong, 29 years old.
Admitted for a minor accident and staying in a VIP suite.
No significant findings from tests.
On the fifth day, she had already requested a change in her attending physician three times.
Sori arrived at the patient’s room, recalling her peculiarities. A strong scent of perfume hit her as she cautiously entered the room.
A woman, whose appearance was ill-suited for a hospital gown, looked straight at Sori. Her hair styled in long waves, long eyelashes, and perfect makeup, she looked like she was about to go out.
The patient’s complexion and eyes were much brighter than Sori’s, who had hardly slept.
“Hello, I’m Sori Yoo, a neurosurgery resident.”
“What year?”
“Pardon?”
“What year resident are you?”
“Oh, first year.”
“Now they’re sending a first-year? What’s next, interns?”
Her casual tone and condescension were quite a shock. Sori had never encountered such a character in the hospital before.
“Dr. Kang, your attending physician, is in surgery, so I came in his place. Do you have any discomfort?”
“No. Just bored.”
“Right… bored…”
It was an unexpected answer. If only she had some minor complaint to attend to.
Sori stood a few steps away from the hospital bed, pondering how to naturally exit the room.
“How old are you?”
“Me?”
“Is there anyone else here?”
“I’m 28.”
Male lead is a Destined Young Husband (Female-dominant)
One-sentence summary: Wife-master, listen to my explanation!
Li Ruantang, a young lady from a prestigious family, stumbled and fell. When she woke up, she saw a noble and beautiful young man sitting by her bedside, wiping away tears.
The young master had slightly reddened eyes, and his every move exuded charm.
The sight made Li Ruantang’s eyes hot and her heart flutter. After all, she had made a bet with the young master Meng from the neighboring family. If she couldn’t marry a husband before the end of the year, she would have to admit defeat and give up the jade she had worked so hard to obtain.
Outside the window, the flowers were in full bloom.
Rather than losing the bet, the jade, and her face, Li Ruantang calculated that it would be better to seek marriage with the young master in front of her, killing three birds with one stone.
…
Meng Jun never thought that an accident during a spring outing would lead to them rolling down a cliff and into a river, yet still survive.
Now they were trapped in an unknown village, and Meng Jun had overheard that the family who had rescued them had their own intentions.
After all, it was Li Ruantang who had lost her mind and sought marriage first. He was only trying to protect himself!
Glancing at Li Ruantang, who was listing her own merits, the young husband’s voice softened, and he blushed as he lied, “W-wife-master, Wife-master, don’t you remember me?”
The young husband’s voice was clear and handsome, coaxing Li Ruantang’s heart to be soft and sweet, and she spared no effort to protect him.
It wasn’t until they returned to the capital that Li Ruantang suddenly remembered.
When they had fallen off the cliff, in order not to implicate Wei Yunruo, whom he secretly admired, the young husband had instead pulled her, who was slightly farther away, down the cliff with him…
Short summary by Yuushi L: Initially, the male lead (ML) liked another girl, while the female lead (FL) liked the ML. Both fell off a cliff. The FL temporarily lost her memory, and the ML, fearing others might take advantage of him, claimed FL was his wife while they were staying in a village. Later, when they returned home, the FL regained her memories and remembered that the ML liked someone else, so she kept her distance from him. However, during their time living together in the countryside, the ML’s view of the FL had completely changed. From this point, his pursuit of the FL begins.
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