“Manager, we’ll depart now.”

From this point on, Manager Song’s golden lace journey began. As long as traffic laws weren’t violated, he skillfully maneuvered the highway.

“If all goes well, we should arrive in an hour.”

“Hurry up.”

As Dojun sat in the passenger seat, taking over the wheel, he seemed relieved with Manager Song’s driving.

The issue lay with the taxi driver. Though he shouted loudly, he clenched his teeth against the thunderous pain in his stomach. Despite his attempts to endure it, the fast-moving car’s interior offered him no solace.

“Ugh!”

“What’s wrong?”

“My stomach… ugh!”

The taxi driver suddenly grabbed the backrest of the seat where Dojun sat. Despite the frantic tapping of his feet, Manager Song furrowed his brow.

“Don’t do that. You’re distracting the driver.”

“It’s not that; I feel like my stomach is going to tear apart.”

“Oh, for heaven’s sake!”

His moaning resembled that of an expectant mother nearing childbirth. Watching the scene, Dojun couldn’t contain his laughter.

Unable to endure any longer, the taxi driver, experiencing a bout of diarrhea, even dry heaved. He looked pitiful as he struggled to breathe.

“Just hold on a little longer.”

A short while later, in the midst of a journey that had to continue without a break, the taxi suddenly stopped.

Opening the rear door and bouncing out, the taxi driver turned into a raging bull, shoving aside the gas station attendant.

“Argh!”

His screams were painfully loud.

As Dojun took a deep breath, a call came from Hyunseong.

“We’re on the way now.”

Can you arrive around what time?

Having overheard the conversation, Manager Song raised one finger in a gesture.

“An hour.”

Something big happened.

“Why?”

My sister is in too much pain… oh, wait!

Through the call, the clear sound of Haesoo’s moans could be heard.

The mixture of cries and speech made Dojun feel as if his soul was burning.

Manager, Haesoo’s contractions suddenly became more frequent.

“You’re talking on the phone with your earphones, aren’t you?”

Yes!

“Don’t hang up; stay in this state.”

Understood.

Facing the taxi driver who hadn’t returned, Dojun clenched his fist.

When he finally pressed it, expressing his desire to squeeze, the pale-faced taxi driver staggered over.

“Sorry. I was waiting for the gas station attendant because there’s no tissue.”

The taxi driver collapsed as if he’d fallen from the back seat.

As they resumed the journey, a shivering sob echoed.

“Uhuhu!”

“What now?”

An annoyed Manager Song shouted.

The taxi driver clutched the passenger seat, moaning, and turned to vomit.

“Sorry, but… I think it’s going to happen again.”

This time, Dojun’s anger erupted.

Unable to hold back, he yelled, “Hold it in!”

The passenger seat where Dojun sat was no different from a wall of lamentation for the taxi driver.
In the car racing without restraint, he bitterly resented the sashimi he had for dinner.

“That darn raw fish used to be a treat, but how did it become a curse now? Huhuh… ”

Dojun was also on the verge of madness.

Through the earphones, he heard Haesoo’s moans as she approached childbirth, while the taxi driver behind suffered in agony between life and death.

Tormented from both sides, irritation built up.

“Hey, you. Please shut up!”

Manager?

“Not you, Hyunseong.”

Surprise. Have you arrived?

“Yeah, I just entered Seoul.”

Haesoo is now getting ready for childbirth.

“Oh, I can’t believe this.”

I’ll disconnect for now.

After the call ended, the taxi driver struggled with his thoughts.

Stretching his feeble hand toward the front seat, he pleaded with a dying voice.

“Please, I beg you. Please send me to the bathroom.”

“We’re almost at the hospital, so hold on a bit.”

As Manager Song predicted, the hospital sign was visible in the distance.

Having frantically driven ahead, he parked the taxi in front of the emergency room.

“Now that we’ve arrived, hurry to the bathroom… Hey!”

Tang!

Before Manager Song could finish his sentence, the taxi driver, who had fled the taxi, rushed into the emergency room of the hospital. Twisting his body as if he were about to die any moment, he screamed.

“To, to the bathroom!”

The taxi driver fell to his knees, collapsed where he stood. There was no room for walking anymore.

“My stomach, my stomach hurts. To, to, to the bathroom, please…”

This place was the emergency room of the obstetrics and gynecology department.

Although it presented a slightly different scene from a regular hospital, the taxi driver didn’t notice. Nurses who had already reached their limit grabbed him and moved him to the bathroom.

Watching the tragic situation, Dojun sighed.

“I’m going to see Haesoo, so take care of that guy, Manager Song.”

“Understood.”

Dojun called Hyunseong to ask about Haesoo’s location.

When he arrived at the designated place, a restless Hyunseong was relieved.

“Manager!”

“Where’s Haesoo?”

“She’s going to give birth right away in the hospital bed.”