“Once again, today’s product is completely sold out.”

With the lively closing statement from the show host, Seo Yeon smiled brightly and said, “Thank you for loving HaNiBlack and YeonNiBlack. We will meet again with even better products.”

Seo Yeon didn’t even furrow her brow once, ending her farewell professionally.
However, as the sound transitioned to a commercial break, Seo Yeon’s tension seemed to instantly dissipate, and she slumped down.

“Good job… Oh my! What’s wrong?”

The startled show host approached, and Seo Yeon, with a furrowed brow, said, “Yebin, please take a look at my back. I’ve been in pain for a while now.”

“Ah! Director. There’s blood on your back! What should we do?”

There’s blood? Ah, so that’s why it hurts.

As the show host, who pronounced words accurately, expressed concern, everyone’s gaze turned toward Seo Yeon.

“Director, it looks like it’s torn somewhere. There’s bleeding.”

“Ugh. I guess I should go to the emergency room.”

As Seo Yeon wobbled, trying to get up, a large hand appeared.
“Han Director! What’s going on here?”

It was Minhyuk, with a bewildered expression.

“Can you get up? Come on, grab her.”

“Oh, it’s okay.”

Seo Yeon passed by Minhyuk’s outstretched hand and held onto the female show host’s hand. However, as the smaller woman’s body swayed more than Seo Yeon’s, Minhyuk, who was taken aback, quickly grabbed Seo Yeon’s arm.

“Let’s go to the hospital now.”

Minhyuk removed his designer jacket and draped it over Seo Yeon’s back.

“No, this expensive jacket will get stained.”

“These clothes can be replaced. You should have stopped the broadcast if you were in this much pain!”

Minhyuk, who had ordered the stage to be cleared, supported Seo Yeon.
“It’s because I have no other choice. Lean on me, so you won’t fall.”

“It’s not like I’ve injured my leg or anything. Well, I’m fine.”

Seo Yeon, afraid to decline, almost tripped over the broadcasting equipment.

“You might really fall if you keep this up. Why are you being so stubborn?”

I’m already in pain, and now they’re saying I’m stubborn.

Cough!

In the end, Seo Yeon stumbled over the threshold.

“Ha, you really don’t listen.”

In an instant, Minhyuk lifted Seo Yeon.

“Hey! Director Choi Minhyuk. I’m okay.”

“I’m not okay. How much more do you want to get hurt? Even if it’s uncomfortable, endure it.”
Minhyuk lifted Seo Yeon onto his shoulder, making sure she couldn’t touch her injured back.

“No, haah. I really don’t need this.”

Seo Yeon, partly draped over his shoulder like a bossam victim, complained about discomfort.

Whether Seo Yeon complained or not, Minhyuk’s long legs strode purposefully toward the lobby.

The chauffeur, dressed neatly in a suit, opened the back door upon seeing Minhyuk.

“Lie down here.”

“Do I really have to? I’m worried about staining the expensive seat with blood.”

Even in a dire situation, Minhyuk sighed at how Seo Yeon paid attention to minor details.

“It’s fine, just lie down quickly.”
Why are you getting upset with someone who’s in pain?

While grumbling inwardly, Seo Yeon tried her best not to touch the seat.

“Haa. Seriously, you don’t listen. Relax.”

Minhyuk made Seo Yeon’s arm into a makeshift pillow and gently rested her head on it.

Then he quickly got into the front passenger seat.

“Take us to a Korean hospital’s emergency room. The secretary should have contacted them.”

“Yes, Director.”

As the large sedan started smoothly, Seo Yeon turned her head to find a more comfortable position.

At that moment, she locked eyes with Minhyuk, who had turned his body completely backward.

“Why go to such lengths, even if it means bleeding profusely? Such a sense of responsibility.”

What’s this? Are you scolding me for being responsible right now?
Despite receiving praise for not causing a broadcasting accident, Seo Yeon couldn’t believe that Minhyuk was scolding her.

“I endured it because it was bearable. I really did. But why are you getting mad at me now?”

When Seo Yeon’s sharp gaze met Minhyuk’s, he responded with remarkable confidence.

“Yes, I’m mad.”

Why is he like that? Seriously.

“If you keep this up, it won’t be a broadcasting accident when I actually collapse; it’ll be a broadcasting bomb. Please don’t ever do this again.”

Before Seo Yeon could say a word to Minhyuk’s exaggerated reaction, something crossed her mind.

“My phone! My bag! I need them to go to the hospital.”

“The secretary has everything and will bring it. Don’t worry.”
“Haah, well, I guess I owe you one for now.”

Seo Yeon felt relieved that Minhyuk was there, at least.

Then she remembered selling more than usual.

Although there was a bit of blood, a smile of joy crossed her face.

“Right now… you’re smiling?”

As Seo Yeon laughed to herself and tapped her foot, Minhyuk looked at her strangely.

“The director saw it too, right? Our product sold out earlier. Every single piece! Hehe.”

No matter how you looked at it, Seo Yeon’s foot, floating happily in the air, moved amusingly.

“Director Hwang is truly…”

“The best, you say? Haha, I know.”
As Minhyuk’s cat-like eyes charmingly curved, his pupils widened.

“If there’s that much blood on your back, the wound can’t be small…”

Minhyuk couldn’t understand how someone could be so dedicated to their work.

Right at that moment, the sound of an ambulance drew near.

“Director, I’ll wait in front of the emergency room for a moment.”

Minhyuk nodded in response to the driver’s words.

“I’ll walk to the emergency room myself.”

“No, you can’t. You might stumble again.”

“I can’t either. It’s too uncomfortable.”

As the two lightly argued, the luxurious sedan came to a smooth stop near the emergency room.
Minhyuk lifted Seoyeon onto his shoulders again, reassuring her that she was okay.

Then, he hurriedly entered the emergency room.

“How did you come here?”

“I came from DN.”

“Oh! We received the call. Please proceed with the admission process first.”

Upon hearing that the plastic surgery on-call staff would arrive shortly, Minhyuk gently set Seoyeon down.

“I’ll complete the admission, so please stay still and don’t stumble.”

Minhyuk quickly left after confirming Seoyeon’s personal information.

The emergency room was bustling with activity.

Amidst the cries of children and painful groans, Seoyeon anxiously looked around.

Then, she neatly folded the luxury jacket that Minhyuk had put on her.
“Am I the only one who’s still relatively fine…?”

Her back still ached, but it wasn’t as bad as during the broadcast.

“Miss Han Seo Yeon?”

“Yes.”

A medical staff member approached with simple treatment tools.

“Are you the guardian?”

“Yes, I am.”

Minhyuk, with his disheveled hair, spoke.

He came without a wallet or a phone, so technically he was the guardian, but the term felt awkward.

“Where do you feel discomfort?”

“I tripped while changing clothes and fell onto the hanger.”

As Seoyeon explained in detail, the medical staff’s touch naturally guided her to lie down.

“It seems like something sharp brushed against your back at that time, so…”