Boss, It's My First Time Being Your Resident - Chapter 11

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Episode 11. The Boss? Who’s That?

“Agang, did you find the leech?”

The moment Agang stepped into the Medical Office, Sodam rushed over, hastily capping the cup ramen she’d been eating.

“Yeah, it was at the Trauma Center… no, wait! It was actually on my shoulder. It must have crawled up when I was lying down.”

Ha Tae-heon had been the one to find it.
Agang dropped heavily into the chair at the table, staring blankly at the container holding the leech, chin propped in her hand.

Ha. Tae. Heon.
Why did that name stand out so starkly?
As if magnified.

Those three embroidered letters on his pristine white coat floated before her eyes, drifting among the small creatures writhing below.

“Thank goodness! I already called the supplier anyway. They’re sending twenty first thing tomorrow by courier.”
“Oh! Thanks for thinking ahead, Sodam.”
“But why do you look like that?”
“Well… um… did you maybe know Ha Tae……”

Agang had been hesitating for a long while before she could barely open her mouth, and that was the very moment—

An urgent voice spilled from the television mounted in the corner of the Medical Office.

[This is breaking news. A tragedy has occurred at an air show over Seoul.]

“Oh no! There’s been an accident!”

Sodam’s eyes widened instantly, fixed on the screen.

The air show site had descended into chaos, broadcast live on the news. It was a horrifying scene—black smoke billowed endlessly skyward, engulfing everything in flames.

[At 3 p.m. today, during the inaugural ceremony of Han River Airport, two fighter jets performing acrobatic flights collided mid-air and crashed.

Pilot Kim died at the scene, while pilot Park, who sustained critical injuries, along with five spectators, were airlifted by helicopter to Sein University Hospital for emergency treatment.

Both Kim and Park are members of the Air Force Special Flight Team…..]

“Wait. They’re coming to our hospital?”

Sodam, her expression hardening, chewed on the edge of the paper cup as she searched for the remote and turned up the volume.

[President Kim, who was present at the scene, urged the medical staff at Sein University Hospital to “do their absolute best by mobilizing every available resource to save the patients.”]

“The president too? Wow, the Trauma Center is going to be absolute chaos today!”

At Sodam’s ominous prediction, Agang bit her lip hard.

Could a single careless word about having a quiet day have summoned this disaster?

Everything felt like her fault, and her heart plummeted.

Everyone in the ER or ICU was superstitious about jinxes, because the moment you spoke those words, they’d come true as if to prove you a liar.

They were called taboo words for a reason.

She felt ashamed of herself for failing to follow even the most basic rule.

“Even if someone offered me a hundred billion won, I’d never set foot in the Trauma Center again. It’s always madness there.”
“But don’t you learn a lot from seeing critical cases?”
“What are you talking about! I wouldn’t do it for a hundred billion!”

Sodam shuddered, drawing a large X with both arms as if to refuse.

“You know there’s this saying, right? The Trauma Center is where you go only if your family has sinned for three generations—sold out your country in a past life, committed treason, or need to pay off accumulated karmic debt.”
“Oh, come on! That’s exaggerating.”
“I’m telling you it’s true! Once you set foot in the Trauma Center, you won’t even get married, let alone date. Even if somehow you make it to the wedding venue, you get called in right before the ceremony and the engagement is called off. It’s routine!”

Sodam shuddered once more, then turned her gaze back to the TV.
Agang’s eyes also shifted to the smoke-filled accident scene on screen.

“I hope everyone comes through okay… at least we have the boss to count on.”
“The boss? Who’s that?”
“Our hospital’s Trauma Center ace—Ha Tae-heon!”
“Ha Tae-heon?”

Agang’s pupils trembled violently for a moment.

“What? Do you know him? Why are you so startled?”

Her throat went dry, but Agang forced out a casual cough.

Of course she knew him. Know him? Please.

The thug from Cheonghwa Mountain.
No—that man who’d held her bare body against his through the night, sharing warmth with such quiet certainty.

Ha Tae-heon.
The moment his three-syllable name crossed her lips, a strange warmth flooded her face.

“So why do they call him the boss? Does he have a… gangster-like personality or something?”

Agang asked indifferently, as if she had no interest at all.

“It’s not personality—it’s aura! The guy’s just exceptional. Face of a boss, physique of a boss, skill of a boss. Oh, but here’s the twist—in the operating room, he’s a poet.”
“A poet?”
“Yeah. The way he handles the scalpel is delicate and precise, like a poet’s touch.”

How on earth had such a heavenly creature descended into that brutal Trauma Center? Sodam murmured to herself in a daze.

“Really?”
“Because he’s so flawless and meticulous that no one below him dares to mess up.”

“What?”
“I want to know what it feels like to be scolded by Ha Tae-heon. How sexy would it be if he chewed me out with that sharp face?”

“Dropped out?”
“Yeah. Pretty wild, right? He was famous from pre-med. Soon as he enrolled, people were buzzing on SNS about the handsome med student, everyone wanted to see him, total frenzy. But he just buried himself in the basement lab. Said he hated being involved with all that.”
“Sounds like his nature. That prickly personality.”
“He absolutely hates his face being exploited. Even when reporters show up, he refuses interviews. The hospital director pleaded with him not long ago to do just one promotional photo, and he shut it down flat.”

“N-no! Absolutely not! I didn’t!”

“Sodam, you’re fine. Ju Agang, come here.”

Professor Park gave a quick nod.

“I’m sorry, Professor. The supplier is sending twenty tomorrow. I’ll cover the cost.”

“Pardon?”
“Do you know what I wanted to confirm with you?”
“……”
“Responsibility.”

The professor’s sudden rebuke made Agang swallow hard.

“Pardon?”

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