Boss, It's My First Time Being Your Resident - Chapter 13

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Episode 13. How I Ended Up in This Brutal Trauma Center (1)

“Your mother is Im Hye-won, the daughter-in-law of Onel Group and former Minister’s daughter?”
“……? What do you mean by that?”

Five months ago. The very same problematic patient who’d staged that absurd marriage proposal at Cheonwoo University Hospital.

The architect of her escape to Sein University.
The villain among villains.

“Come on, why the face? I saw everything. Your mother coming to the hospital, you two having that whole conversation—I got it all.”
“…….”
“So the Onel heir, the precious jewel of the family, was hiding here! Ju Agang, granddaughter of Chairman Ju Yeong-chun! Even your surname fits perfectly, doesn’t it? How about my detective skills? Pretty impressive, right?”

As if he’d figured everything out, the man’s eyes narrowed like a serpent’s.

He was the very picture of a contemptible predator, savoring his leisurely torment of trapped prey.

Ju Agang’s earlobes flushed red with shock, but she steadied her voice and answered calmly.

“She’s not my mother. She’s a patient of mine—like a mother to me, but a patient.”
“That so? I’ve got a reporter friend, goes by ‘Mad Dog.’ Was thinking of tipping him off. Why would the Onel Group’s daughter be crawling around a place like this?”
“As I said, she’s my patient! Not my mother!”
“Marry me and I’ll keep it all quiet.”

The man pressed his lips close to Ju Agang’s ear, exhaling sticky breath as he smacked his lips.

A sickly stench and a revolting whisper burrowed deep into her eardrums.

“Come on. Let me live a little! Let me try being a rich man’s son-in-law!”
“I wish I were a conglomerate heiress! Then I wouldn’t have to put up with this filth!”
“Playing coy, are we? That defiant look suits you.”
“If you don’t back away by the count of three, I’m calling the police. One. Two.”

Her heart hammered so violently it felt ready to burst from her chest.

But the most effective way to handle a problematic patient was to respond with cold, soulless professionalism.

Ju Agang fought desperately to keep her composure.

Despite her whole body trembling, she hurled a contemptuous laugh toward the man with all the strength she could muster.

Usually by late autumn, interns had their residency placement decisions set for the following March.

She’d wanted to stay at her alma mater with her cohort all the way through completing her residency.

But she’d had to leave in haste, before all the truth came to light.

The weight of that choice proved far heavier than she’d imagined.

***

“See? You waded into the muck and now some ignorant garbage human thinks he can take a shot at you!”

Her father’s voice, uncharacteristically heated, reverberated through his office.

“I’ve told you again and again—do you have any idea how much your grandfather is counting on this business deal……?”

A rough sigh spilled from Father’s lips instead of further reproach.

“Silencing the press is easy. But how am I supposed to silence the whole world? Every scandal that breaks deals a blow to the company’s image. You know how much? Social media, your colleagues, patients, guardians—how do I plug every mouth one by one?”

The video had circulated quietly, but mercifully, damage control was possible.

Before it could spread further, Grandfather’s secretaries had mobilized every means to delete it immediately.

Since even a minor news article could move stock prices, Grandfather’s swift action was only natural.

“I’ve even changed your registered address to a rural area. That fool probably thought he was chasing a real lead.”
“I’ll be more careful from now on. I’m sorry for the trouble.”
“Agang, all your father wants is for you to be safe. That’s all that matters.”

At some point, Father had begun chasing romance, abandoning company management to immerse himself in short-film production.
It must have started a few years after your brother passed away.

Onel Tower, floor eighty-eight.
Father’s office changed a little with each new season.

One wall now held a massive screen like something from a cinema, and the shelves were crammed with film production materials.

Watching his son change before his eyes, Grandfather had risen from his sickbed and thrown himself back into the fray. He’d become far stricter, far more sensitive than before.

How could he let slip what he’d built?

It had all begun with sugar.

Grandfather’s blood and sweat had lifted a small boy who once served as a servant during the war into a man of great wealth, finally raising a modest sugar shop in Jongno to become one of Korea’s greatest conglomerates.

A legend of the business world, whose autobiography graced the bestseller racks of every bookstore.
Ju Yeong-chun.

“I’ll be careful at the new hospital. Just four years, Father. I won’t cause any trouble for the company.”

Father exhaled deeply, sadness flickering in his eyes.

“Agang, to your father, you’re like a small pearl resting in the palm of his hand.”
“…….”
“A jewel so precious that if it ever slips away, he can never find it again. Our only daughter.”

Father’s voice grew quiet.
The moment hardest to face. The most frightening moment.

Throughout the day, there were times when Father’s eyes would suddenly grow deep and hollow.

He was a man who possessed everything yet had lost everything—a father grieving a lost son.

Whenever she caught that expression hidden behind his usual bumbling, carefree exterior, it felt as though invisible glass shards lodged in her heart.

“What is life anyway? There’s nothing much to it, Agang. Your father knows from living.”
“…….”
“You don’t have to try so hard.”

Father’s square brown-framed glasses looked oddly sorrowful today.

She saw tears forming in his eyes behind those lenses but turned away, pretending not to notice.

It was because of a promise to her brother.
She had to keep that promise with her brother, no matter what.

***

“It’s not your fault! Some obsessed stalker patient proposed to you out of nowhere—why can’t you just say that?”

Shim Woo-seop’s protruding lower jaw muscles grew more defined by the moment.

Despite his delicate features, you could feel just how hard he was clenching his teeth, struggling to contain his temper.

“I don’t want to relive it. And I don’t feel it’s worth the effort to explain over and over.”
“But this is——”
“I told the professor I understood. We’ve already come this far. This time, I really want to do well.”
“I know. I know how hard you’ve worked all this time. But this is unfair—we should file a formal complaint with the education and training department.”
“Woo-seop, I don’t want to fall out of favor with the professor. Then these last four years would be hell—they’d barely teach me any surgical technique……”

At a university hospital, professors fell into two categories.

One took junior doctors as disciples; the other treated them as slaves.

The former generously passed on their knowledge, nurturing proper physicians. The latter was predictable.

They’d dump every menial task on those they saw as transient, worked them like dogs, and then shut their mouths tight when it came time to actually teach surgical technique—selfish professors to the core.

Which type was Professor Park Do-jun?
For now, she could only obey the professor’s decision.

“……So you were crying?”
“I wasn’t!”

Ju Agang brushed the tip of her nose with the back of her hand, blinking one eye as if nothing were wrong.

Shim Woo-seop looked down at her intently. His gaze lingered long on the bridge of her nose.

“Liar. Ever since you were little, whenever you cry, you always get a pink line right here.”

Shim Woo-seop tapped her bridge gently with his index finger, once, twice.

“Right here. Two-thirds of the way down from the bridge. Not even a real puppy.”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah, you dummy. Hold on!”

Shim Woo-seop habitually reached for a handkerchief, then realized he was wearing scrubs and let out a helpless laugh.

He brought the warm back of his hand gently to Ju Agang’s cheek instead.

“Here, borrow my hand. Go on, wipe those tears away.”
“I’m fine. I really wasn’t crying, I told you.”
“You’re going to do great. I believe in Ju Agang!”
“……Thank you.”
“Why sound so deflated? No more crying—hold your head high! You know? Half of it’s attitude!”
“Yeah. Half of it’s attitude!”

Ju Agang echoed Shim Woo-seop’s words like an incantation, nodding faintly.

“Woo-seop, but are you okay? You didn’t have to give up Cheonwoo University and come here. The professors valued you so much……”
“I told you. Wherever Ju Agang goes, Shim Woo-seop follows to the ends of the earth!”
“……Just because of me.”
“Someone as talented as me will be welcomed anywhere.”
“Right, that’s true.”
“So don’t waste time on pointless worries—just focus on taking care of yourself.”

Shim Woo-seop deflected her guilt with playful banter, then turned away with a grin before deeper questions could surface.

“I’ve got to get to surgery. See you later!”

Shim Woo-seop walked briskly down the corridor without a backward glance.

Ju Agang watched his receding back, trying to steady her troubled heart.

Without turning around, Shim Woo-seop seemed to sense her gaze and waved his hand high the entire way.

“Agang, who was that? I’m curious. Tell me, okay?”

So Dam had sidled up close behind her, resting her chin on Ju Agang’s shoulder and whispering.

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