Taming the Wicked Professor (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 6
When Professor Choi Tae Hyuk refused her request and approached her again, Na Young panicked, turned around, and ran away.
Watching her fleeing back once more, Tae Hyuk wore an exasperated expression.
Just how many times had she run away from him now?
Tae Hyuk roughly ran his fingers through his hair.
Human psychology being what it is, the more someone runs, the more you want to hold on to them.
It felt like he was being put through a serious test of patience.
Na Young fled from Professor Choi Tae Hyuk straight to the shower room and washed herself over and over again.
Having finished her usual five-minute shower in a full fifteen minutes, she emerged only to be met with a menacing pager message.
This was nothing short of a threat.
Yet, frighteningly, more than ten minutes had already passed since the message arrived.
Hesitating over whether to go or not, Na Young nervously headed toward Professor Choi Tae Hyuk’s office.
At this point, she might even get harsher punishment as a habitual fugitive.
But what could she do?
Every time she got involved with him, she ended up running away again.
Arriving in front of the office bearing Professor Choi Tae Hyuk’s name, Na Young took a deep breath and knocked.
Knock knock.
Click.
Opening the door, Na Young’s eyes widened in surprise.
The very man who’d summoned her to his office with that intimidating message was fast asleep, slumped on the sofa.
‘What? Is he really sleeping?’
Since he didn’t even stir as she stepped inside, he must truly be asleep.
Still unable to relax, Na Young kept her distance and cautiously observed him—
as if he were a wild animal that might bite if she came too close.
After several minutes passed with no sign of him waking, Na Young gradually let down her guard and slowly approached Professor Choi Tae Hyuk.
Perhaps because his sleeping face resembled the one she’d last seen at the hotel, she couldn’t tear her eyes away.
As she drew closer, a sharp mix of alcohol and meat scent wafted from his body.
Realizing he could’ve easily smelled her too, she felt certain she’d done right to run away earlier—
even if it meant she’d fallen even further out of favor with Professor Choi Tae Hyuk.
“Professor?”
Na Young called out to him in a soft voice.
She didn’t try too hard to wake him, knowing full well that once awake, he’d just scold her.
Leaning forward, she brought her face closer to his.
Now she could clearly see his densely fanned eyelashes.
Because his sleeping face spoke no words, it looked like a meticulously crafted statue.
His handsome, masculine features—defined by a straight nose and deep-set eyes—were striking.
Suddenly recalling the expression he’d worn at his moment of climax, Na Young hastily pulled back.
She decided to leave without waking him.
Turning toward the door, Na Young paused.
If she left like this, there’d be no proof she’d come in response to his order—so she changed direction toward his desk.
Leaving a note on a Post-it should suffice.
She found a pen on his desk, but no Post-it in sight—so she opened the drawer.
Hesitate.
What she’d been looking for was a Post-it, but something else caught her eye and froze her mid-motion.
Inside the drawer sat a small velvet box—the exact size for a ring.
Na Young lifted her gaze toward Professor Choi Tae Hyuk, still asleep on the sofa.
She’d thought she could treat him just as her supervising professor now—
but for which woman had he prepared this?
Heat surged through her—irrationally, without any right to feel this way.
Waking up, Tae Hyuk frowned as he realized he’d fallen asleep on his office sofa.
He absolutely hated drinking and passing out anywhere.
Just how long had he been asleep?
Checking his wristwatch, Tae Hyuk lowered his feet from the table to the floor.
Thud.
Hearing a crinkling sound underfoot, he inspected his shoe sole.
Squeak.
It was a Post-it he’d peeled off from under his dress shoe.
Knowing she’d already come and gone, he let out a hollow laugh.
Whenever he approached her, she ran away—and when she finally came looking for him, he’d passed out drunk.
Everything seemed cursed to go wrong.
Staring at the crumpled Post-it he’d stepped on, Tae Hyuk’s brow slowly furrowed.
“…….”
But why on earth had she stuck it under his shoe sole?
For some reason, that felt deeply unsettling.
Tae Hyuk abruptly rose from the sofa and strode to his desk.
He opened the drawer.
Confirming the Post-it she’d used matched the ones he kept inside, he pulled out the velvet box stored alongside them.
Click.
Opening it revealed a single earring.
‘Could she have seen this?’
He alternated his gaze between the earring and the Post-it.
Still, he truly couldn’t understand why it ended up under his shoe.
Had he really placed his feet on the table and slept like that?
But he was a professor.
The Post-it’s mix of politeness and rudeness left him stuck in ambiguity for a long while.
She must’ve deliberately stuck it under his shoe on purpose.
Hearing that a patient who’d undergone aortic replacement surgery had moved from ICU to a regular ward, Na Young went to check on him.
Seeing the patient—whom she’d thought would die—sitting upright and eating by himself stirred a whirlwind of emotions within her.
She regretted having given up on someone who could become this healthy.
Thus, she couldn’t bring herself to step inside the room and greet him.
Thud.
Someone stopped right beside her. Turning with an annoyed expression, Na Young’s eyes widened in surprise—it was Professor Choi Tae Hyuk.
“Did you also come to see this patient, Professor?”
Though the patient belonged to the vascular surgery department, he might as well have been the one Tae Hyuk had saved.
“No, I followed Dr. Moon here.”
His words, delivered as he turned and looked straight at her, left Na Young momentarily stunned.
“It seems Dr. Moon has made running away from me a habit—so I’m trying to make chasing after Dr. Moon a habit of mine.”
It was a remark as precise and painful as a surgical clamp pinching her skin.
Na Young immediately apologized.
“I’m sorry. I promise I’ll never do that again.”
“Apologies become habits too, if repeated enough.”
As he calmly twisted her words, Na Young secretly cursed him in her mind.
Yeah, sure—you’re just that amazing.
“But there’s one thing I’m curious about regarding Dr. Moon.”
Sensing it wasn’t a medical question, Na Young tensed slightly.
Could he possibly remember?
Fortunately—or unfortunately—it wasn’t that at all.
“Why did you stick the Post-it under my shoe that day?”
Meeting his genuinely curious gaze, Na Young this time replied calmly and without expression.
“What? I left it on the table. You must’ve stepped on it after it fell to the floor.”
Seeing her dodge the question, Professor Choi Tae Hyuk’s eyes narrowed.
But he couldn’t scold her further—he had no proof she’d actually done it.
“So it’s my Post-it’s fault then—for failing to stick properly and falling off.”
Na Young bit her lip hard to suppress a laugh.
Just then, a vascular surgery resident approached them and greeted them first—
the same resident who’d been in the operating room that day.
“Did you come to see patient Ryu Sang Min? He’s been wanting to personally thank both of you. Would you join me in visiting him?”
Upon hearing they were being called in to receive a patient’s gratitude, Professor Choi Tae Hyuk turned away with an irritated tone.
“He’s not even my patient—why would I bother?”
And just like that, he walked off.
“Not even my patient”?
The survival rate for a ruptured aorta in the operating room was less than fifty percent.
Had the patient died under Professor Choi Tae Hyuk’s hands that day, he’d have been sued for malpractice—precisely because he wasn’t even a vascular surgery specialist.
Despite stepping into that surgery room against all odds and taking up the scalpel, he now claimed the patient wasn’t his and simply walked away.
After exchanging greetings with the vascular surgery resident, Na Young hurried after Professor Choi Tae Hyuk.
Earlier, he’d claimed he followed her here—but now she was the one chasing after him.
“Professor Choi!”
Hearing her call out, Choi Tae Hyuk—who’d been walking ahead—stopped and turned around.
“Have you had lunch?”
Caught slightly off guard by her approaching first to ask, Tae Hyuk replied,
“I haven’t eaten yet.”
He’d spotted her on his way to grab lunch, which led him here.
“Then I’ll treat you.”
Hearing this offer from someone who’d been avoiding him, Tae Hyuk stared intently at her face.
Since his eyes clearly demanded an explanation, Na Young smiled politely and said,
“I couldn’t attend your welcome party, after all. Consider this my proper gesture of welcoming you, Professor.”
Her words firmly reinforced their roles as professor and resident, and Tae Hyuk felt a sharp pang in his left chest.
He’d pretended not to remember, hoping she wouldn’t ruin her residency over that night—but he hadn’t wished for her to forget it this quickly, either.
Professor Choi Tae Hyuk and the man Choi Tae Hyuk could never be of one heart.
He wanted to ask whether she was truly moving on or merely pretending perfectly on the surface—but since he couldn’t ask, his words came out curtly instead.
“So you’re just sucking up to your professor? I absolutely hate that kind of thing.”
Truthfully, whenever he spoke so harshly, Na Young kept recalling the man from that night—
how he’d spoken to her, how he’d looked at her.
But now, she truly wanted to see him only as her supervising professor—so she persisted in playing the part of a resident eager to stay in his good graces.
“I’ve made so many mistakes with you, Professor—I’d at least like to apologize properly, even like this.”
After running away from him twice, a sincere apology really was necessary.
Professor Choi Tae Hyuk checked his wristwatch and said,
“Then I’ll let you treat me to a meal another time.”
“What?”
“I have surgery in thirty minutes.”
“Isn’t thirty minutes enough?”
Doctors in hospitals wolfed down meals in far less time—it wasn’t unusual at all.
They could easily finish lunch plus dessert in thirty minutes.
“No—it’s not enough time.”
Professor Choi Tae Hyuk stated firmly and strode off quickly.
Watching his retreating figure, Na Young frowned.
Could he possibly be making excuses just to avoid eating with her?
Feeling unsettled, Na Young resigned herself to eating lunch alone.
Patients with liver cirrhosis develop ascites, which can compress the heart and lungs and cause breathing difficulties—so the ascites must be drained.
Na Young instructed an intern who’d never performed ascites drainage before.
“You’ll hear shifting dullness when you percuss.”
After percussing to confirm the ascites location, she prepped the site and inserted an 18-gauge needle into the patient’s abdomen.
Since higher-gauge needles cause greater pain, the patient grimaced in discomfort.
She deliberately kept her eyes fixed only on the yellow ascites rising in the collection tube, not on the patient.
People adapt to anything—skills improve with experience, and one eventually becomes numb to it all, they say.
But would she ever truly grow used to seeing patients in pain?
Na Young wasn’t sure.
While finishing charting after the procedure, her phone rang.
Seeing the sender was “Professor Choi Tae Hyuk,” she froze mid-check.
Oh? He really meant it when he said “next time.”
She’d assumed he was rejecting the idea of eating together.
Na Young immediately replied,
Since he claimed even thirty minutes wasn’t enough for a meal, treating him would clearly require dinner.
Just as she resumed charting, Professor Choi Tae Hyuk’s reply arrived sooner than expected.
The message sounded eerily like a date request—Na Young couldn’t look away from it for a long while.
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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