He met Sori’s inscrutable gaze directly. Sori, her expression frozen, belatedly bowed her head politely and hurried out of the office.
Hyun-woo remained frozen, gazing at the spot where Sori had been standing, sighing multiple times.
What do you know about that woman?
What did you talk to her about?
After just a few words to check on Hyun-woo’s well-being, Sori realized her inquiries were nothing but childish curiosity.
So she didn’t dare voice them. It wasn’t appropriate to ask such questions to a professor in his office.
“Besides, it’s not like he would answer if I asked.”
Feeling utterly dejected, she wondered why she had maintained her silence in front of him earlier.
Blind to her own condition while worrying about him, she thought of him as ungrateful for dismissing her genuine concern so casually.
Disheartened, she headed to the busy ward.
In the treatment room, she removed the bandage from her left hand. The wound on her wrist was prone to opening with movement, so bandaging had been protective.
However, she stubbornly removed and threw away the bandage, not wanting to appear pitiful.
She stopped by the station, got some work done, and responded appropriately to the interns’ barrage of questions.
As exhaustion hit her, she realized it was well past the end of her shift.
Hyun-woo would be in the OR. He would undoubtedly complete the surgery flawlessly.
Thinking about it made her feel even more despondent.
Should she go back to the research lab at 8 PM tonight?
“Let’s just go home.”
She didn’t want to face him today.
The sudden ringing of her call phone startled her. It was an emergency room call.
On her way to the ER, Sori crossed paths with Se-hun, who was headed to the OR.
Se-hun, with an unenthused glance at Sori, instructed without much conversation.
“There’s a patient, Kim Hong-sik, in ER bed 4 with SDH (subdural hematoma). Prep him for surgery.”
“Okay, understood.”
“Hong-sunbaenim will be down soon. I’m heading to the OR.”
“Okay.”
Sori refocused and continued to the ER.
She approached patient Kim Hong-sik, tasked with his pre-surgery preparation.
“Hello, I’m Yoo Sori from Neurosurgery.”
The patient, a tall man in a suit, lay on the bed. He had a slight forehead injury and appeared to have difficulty moving his legs. The head trauma didn’t seem severe from the outside.
In fact, if the blood doesn’t burst out, it can be more dangerous for head injuries.
“You’re going to shave my head? Why?” asked the man, drawing back with a suspicious and rigid posture.
Sori, used to patients who find the shaving process unusual, didn’t take his reaction too seriously.
“We need to shave your head for the surgery. Don’t worry, you have a nice head shape, so you’ll still look good.”
“No.”
“It won’t hurt. I’ll do it carefully.”
Sori tried to reassure the patient with as much kindness as she could muster.
“It’s good that you’re conscious, and you’ll be fine once you get the surgery. Don’t worry too much.”
She neatly combed his hair in preparation for using the electric clipper. His hair felt quite soft as it slipped through her fingers.
However, the man, with his handsome face, looked up at her with widened eyes.
“Are you a traffic accident (TA) patient?”
“Yes.”
Whirring.
The clipper quickly shaved a large swath of hair off the side of his head. Clumps of hair tumbled down to the prepared sheet.
Then, whirring again, she moved the clipper above the side, shaving off another section.
Surprisingly, for a subdural hematoma (SDH) patient, his scalp was clean.
Just as she was adjusting the clipper for a third pass near the crown…
“Yoo-sunbaenim, what are you doing?”
“Eh?”
Eun-seok and an orthopedic surgery (OS) resident looked at Sori in disbelief from behind.
“Why? Chief told me to shave patient Kim Hong-sik.”
“Kim Hong-sik is the patient to your right…”
“Eh?”
To the right of the half-shaved man lay an unconscious elderly lady.
“This lady is Kim Hong-sik?”
Oh no.
I can’t believe it.
She had assumed Kim Hong-sik was a male patient just from the name.
She didn’t realize she had such a strong preconception.
As Sori stepped back, the man touched his partially shaved head.
“Sorry, I’m so sorry,” Sori apologized almost tearfully, bowing deeply.
Eun-seok took the clipper from her hand, intending to shave the real Kim Hong-sik patient himself, as Sori was visibly shaken.
“You just gleefully shaved an OS patient’s head,” the OS resident remarked mockingly.
“What should I do with this hair?”
You can’t reattach it.
To the nearly tearful Sori, the man surprisingly replied calmly.
“Ah, it’s okay, really. Hair grows back. You might as well shave the rest later.”
But his expression clearly said he was not okay.
“Really, I’m so sorry. How about I shave my head the same way?”
“What? No, that’s a bit…”
The OS resident couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
Sori rolled her eyes silently; she had been quite serious.
“I’m truly sorry. I’ll do anything to repay this debt…”
“Yes, but repay this debt in another way, Doctor.”
“Yes, yes. I’ll repay it. What would you like?”
Despite being half-bald, the man still managed to exude an air of handsomeness as he smiled broadly.
Sori felt an increasing urge to just call it a day and head home.
SDH (Subdural Hemorrhage): A type of brain injury where blood collects beneath the dura mater, the outer protective covering of the brain.
OS (Orthopedic Surgery): A branch of surgery concerned with conditions involving the musculoskeletal system.
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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