Boss, It's My First Time Being Your Resident - Chapter 14

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Episode 14. How He Ended Up in a Trauma Center (2)

Shim Woo-seop.
From high school onward through Cheonwoo University Medical School and into his internship at his alma mater—a classmate and the dearest colleague who had walked alongside him like a shadow for the past ten years.

Woo-seop had chosen his specialty early, and was already on the assured path as a fixed-position intern at Cheonwoo University’s Orthopedic Surgery program.

But when he decided to transfer hospitals, he worried that going alone would be lonely, insisted on sitting for interviews at Sein University too, and in the end they both held acceptance letters.

He chose plastic surgery to become a reconstructive specialist, and Woo-seop chose orthopedics to become a bone carpenter—their paths diverged into different specialties, but he was a steadfast friend who stood beside him in tears and laughter alike.

“Ah, just my friend.”
“Your boyfriend?”
“No. A classmate from Cheonwoo. Oh, we went to the same high school too.”
“So, do you have a girlfriend right now?”
“No, I don’t.”
“You two aren’t flirting, are you? You know, like that kind of thing!”
“Absolutely not.”
“Then I’m claiming him!”

A bright smile bloomed across So Dam’s lips.
Her face glowed as if she’d found a ray of light in the harsh, grinding life of a medical resident.

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Ju A-gang came to a stop in front of the sliding glass door of the trauma center.

[Sein University Hospital Regional Trauma Center]

She couldn’t explain why those mere ten letters etched above the red border felt so weighty.

The transparent glass doors slid open and shut with each step she took.
Her heart raced in sync—thump-thump, thump-thump.

A-gang drew in a deep breath.

Summoning her courage to step closer to the sensor, the bustling interior of the trauma center spread before her through the wide-open doors.

The trauma patient evaluation area directly ahead, a Resuscitation Room to the right, and the nurses’ station on the opposite side.

Further down the corridor would be the trauma ICU, and the second floor would have the Operating Rooms and wards.

The thought that she’d have to face Ha Tae-heon for two months in this place…
A sigh escaped her without warning.

Since Tae-heon was a fellow—a clinical instructor—her rotation evaluation would rest in his hands.
Her future looked not just dark but hopelessly uncertain.

“Either come in or go out.”

A tall man in a white coat approached abruptly, his voice low and heavy.

“Aah!!!”

A-gang startled violently, her shoulders convulsing.
Speak of the devil and he appears.
It was Ha Tae-heon.

“Aah?”
“N-no, I mean—!”
“No, you mean? You’re not very talkative.”
“It’s not that, I—”

The memory of how not long ago she’d declared loudly that she’d never see him again burned her cheeks furiously hot.

She’d confidently sworn there’d be no entanglement between them whatsoever.
Could fate really be this cruelly coincidental?

She hadn’t been reciting a backward incantation, but here they were anyway.

“You said to treat you like we’d never met before. But it seems you can’t manage that yourself,” he drawled.
“I—that is—”

Ju A-gang. Keep your mind sharp and your heart cold.
Stay focused for the next two months!

“When exactly did we meet before?”

A-gang’s gaze locked onto the knowing curve of Tae-heon’s lips.
He was asking with utter nonchalance.

“We didn’t! This is the first time!”

She wanted to know what that expression of his—whether mockery or amusement—truly meant.

Was he laughing at her?
Or was it a signal that she’d rolled into his palm now, and should surrender quietly?

She looked away from his disturbingly handsome eyes, but her gaze landed on his lips instead.
And frustratingly, those lips were beautiful too.

A pink flush colored the corners of his mouth, fresh as lemon soda.
Could a man’s lips really be this refreshing?

She was entranced, gazing at his radiantly sensual features without even realizing it, when—

Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud—

An enormous roar reverberated through the entire hospital.

It sounded like an excavator, or maybe a machine gun.

The violent noise drew steadily closer, and a rhythmic vibration thrummed from the floor to the top of her head.

It genuinely felt like the entire hospital building was shaking.

“What are you doing? Run!”

Tae-heon seized her wrist in one swift motion.

“Where are we going?”

Pulled along by his hand, she ran frantically toward the opposite exit.
His grave expression left no room for questions.

Stepping outside, she heard a sound like nothing she’d ever heard before, filling the empty space behind the hospital.

Then a sight unfolded before her eyes that seemed straight out of a movie.

A helicopter—the sky’s ambulance.

A massive helicopter with a white fuselage and a red cross emblazoned on it descended slowly onto the helipad.
It was Sein University Hospital’s dedicated helicopter landing zone, installed on the ground for convenience.

The powerful downdraft from the rotors set the surrounding grass rippling like waves.

Even her tightly bound hair came undone, whipping wildly in the fierce wind. She could barely keep her eyes open.

The moment the helicopter door opened, paramedics urgently pulled a stretcher car from the aircraft.

“Fighter jet crash patient. Thirty-two-year-old male. Collided mid-air during an Air Show and fell from twenty meters. Fortunately, he landed on the dome ceiling of the venue, which cushioned the impact—he’s still conscious, but—”

The paramedic reported rapidly to Tae-heon.

“Vitals?”
“Blood Pressure 80 over 40, Saturation dropping steadily. We performed Intubation at the scene. Multiple Fractures, no Massive Bleeding, but—”
“Get him to the Resuscitation Room! Now!”
“There are other injured from the crash being transported by ambulance. They’ll arrive within thirty minutes!”
“Eun Do, prep the Operating Room and page Anesthesia. Move!”

Tae-heon barked the orders urgently.
Multiple medical staff moved the stretcher car in perfect synchronization.

Could one body possibly have so many lines and machines attached to it?

With life-support equipment hanging like a complex web, the patient was carried carefully and swiftly into the Resuscitation Room, nothing tangling.

“We’ll start with FAST. Doctor Kim, get the lines in and prep for blood transfusion.”

Orders fell from Tae-heon the moment they entered the Resuscitation Room.

He immediately gripped the Ultrasound Probe and swept it rapidly across the patient’s chest and abdomen.

From the pericardium to the lungs, liver, and spleen.
His eyes were razor-sharp as he scanned the monitor, methodically hunting for pooled blood.

The rough, flashy demeanor that would’ve passed for a just-released hoodlum had vanished without a trace.

In the midst of the bustling Resuscitation Room, Ha Tae-heon stood in a different world entirely—steady as stone, unyielding.

He was the very image of a professional surgeon.

Please, let there be no internal bleeding…
A-gang watched from a distance, biting her dry lips.

The patient’s abdomen swelling taut in real-time spoke volumes about how dire the situation truly was.

The patient was a young man, still bearing the softness of youth.
Thirty-something, perhaps.

A life cut this short seemed far too wasteful.

A-gang’s eyes never left the monitor as her hands clenched tightly together of their own accord.
And in her heart, she prayed desperately.

She didn’t know which god, if any, might hear her plea, but if anyone was listening, she begged them to save this patient.

To let him rise again as if from a lie.

There were patients who, no matter how hard the medical team tried, ultimately had to be left to fate.

This moment was exactly one of those.

“We have Hemoperitoneum. When will Professor Ma be out of surgery?”

Tae-heon asked the nurse.

“Another doctor is finishing up. You should be able to get in within thirty minutes.”
“Has the patient’s family arrived?”
“Not yet. We need consent, but what should we do?”
“We have to control the bleeding first, so let’s get him up to the Operating Room. The rest we’ll handle—”

That was when—

“Doctor, we can’t get the patient’s IV line in!”

A nurse’s urgent voice cut through the Resuscitation Room, struggling with the patient’s forearm.

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