He enveloped Sori in his arms as if to hide even a single strand of her hair, completely shielding her within his embrace. To the point that, fortunately for Sori, she was entirely hidden from Cha Na-jeong’s view.
“Pro, Professor.”
“… …”
The vase, which had hit his back and fallen, made a dull sound as its neck broke. The artificial rose that was inside scattered pitifully on the floor.
The vase, being a sturdy piece of pottery, was akin to a blunt weapon. It split in two only after hitting Hyun-woo’s back and falling to the ground.
Sori was more startled by the fact that it had hit Hyun-woo than by the vase breaking.
“Professor, are you alright? Are you?”
He still held Sori tightly in his arms.
Breathless from his hurried dash to the room, his heavy breathing still filled Sori’s ears.
Turning his head while still holding Sori, Hyun-woo surveyed the chaotic room – the trash bin filled with broken glass, the floor wet with spilled water, and tiny fragments of glass scattered around.
The room was a hazard in itself.
Hyun-woo’s face grew stern as he quickly grasped the situation.
“……Hyun-woo.”
Cha Na-jeong suddenly called out to him with a troubled look, but Hyun-woo was deaf to her voice.
“Yoo Sori, are you hurt?”
“I’m fine.”
“Let’s get out of here.”
He quickly ushered Sori out of the room, his breath still ragged.
Cha Na-jeong’s desperate calls followed them from behind.
To him, the identity of Cha Na-jeong or why such a patient was in this hospital was irrelevant at the moment.
“Call security first.”
He instructed the hovering nurses before striding down the opposite corridor.
His steps were resolute, solely focused on getting Sori to safety.
Sori almost had to run to keep up with his fast pace as they moved away from Cha Na-jeong’s room.
Many watched their departure, relieved that Hyun-woo had arrived in time to prevent a terrible accident.
Emergency stairwell.
“Yoo Sori. Are you really okay?”
“……Yes.”
Hyun-woo checked her wrists and ankles, looking for injuries.
“You are hurt!”
He noticed the wounds on her palm and ankle, likely caused by flying glass shards. Blood was seeping from both injuries.
“A first-year resident like you. Can’t you distinguish when to step in and when not to?”
His voice, though not loud, was colder than ever.
“Go to the treatment room now. Get those wounds treated.”
As he made to leave, presumably to confront Cha Na-jeong, Sori suddenly grabbed the end of his coat.
“Professor!”
Hyun-woo harshly shook off her hand, holding his coat.
“First, get treated, and then wait in the research room.”
After uttering these words through gritted teeth, he disappeared through the heavy emergency exit door.
Cha Na-jeong’s room.
Loud noises came from inside the room, with mentions of the hospital director and Professor Seo. Hyun-woo, with no intention of showing courtesy to such a patient, burst open the door.
Cha Na-jeong was in a standoff with a security officer.
“Hyun-woo…!”
Seeing Hyun-woo enter abruptly, Na-jeong’s face brightened.
“Could you please step out for a moment?”
Hyun-woo asked the security officer to leave for a while.
A plastic flower, strewn on the floor, got crushed under Hyun-woo’s foot as he stepped into the room.
“Start packing.”
Hyun-woo said flatly, stopping not far from the door.
Na-jeong’s face, which had briefly brightened, fell into darkness again.
She knew she would eventually face Seo Hyun-woo, but this timing was not what she had hoped for.
Yet, with events having unfolded, Na-jeong hesitated on what to do next. Her gaze fixated on the fake flower crushed under his foot.
What was somewhat tolerable in a vase now looked like mere trash on the floor.
“Starting from today, we’ll proceed with your discharge.”
“I don’t want that.”
Na-jeong treaded across the glass-strewn floor in her thin slippers, coming close to Hyun-woo.
Desperation and insistence clung to her as she faced the man she wanted to confront.
“I came here as a patient. You have no right to dictate to me. You’re not my attending physician, are you?”
It was the moment when Hyun-woo’s normally unbreakable patience snapped.
“Get out of this hospital now, while I’m still asking nicely.”
Hyun-woo’s tone was icy as he dismissed all due courtesy he had intended to afford her as a patient.
“Is this what it takes for you to pay attention to me?”
The woman seemed out of her mind. She suddenly burst into laughter.
“No need for a lengthy discussion. You’ve assaulted a doctor. Actually, it could even be seen as attempted murder. See you at the police station.”
Hyun-woo was about to leave the room when she spoke again.
“A resident like her is nothing to me. And still, you’re telling me to leave?”
Hyun-woo almost chuckled at the ludicrous threat.
In the U.S., she introduced herself as Elina, but now in Korea, she had become Cha Na-jeong, puzzling him.
He found her bothersome and deeply unsettling.
The Villainous Demon Lord Laid an Egg for Her (Female-Dominated)
Several months after transmigrating into a book, Yu Wu found herself facing the demon lord Li You, who could no longer conceal his dragon horns. With one hand on her aching waist and the other gripping a sharp sword, she stared at him.
The demon lord’s eyes were red with fury:
“This is all your doing! Today, I won’t rest until I kill you!”
Yu Wu rubbed her temples. Putting aside the taboo against bloodshed during pregnancy, wasn’t it this very man who willingly walked into her trap that day?!
Warnings:
- Male pregnancy.
- Height ratios are set to mirror typical male-female height proportions.
- Characters include a foot-loving demon lord and an eldest daughter from an immortal family’s concubine lineage.
