Boss, It's My First Time Being Your Resident - Chapter 22

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Episode 22. Are You a Bodyguard?

The man had finally begun to weep like a child, sobbing openly.
Every staff member and patient in the Trauma Center turned to stare at him.

“A hip dislocation can be quite painful, I’ll grant you.”
“Still, with a build like that, to whine like a baby. Look at him cry.”

The nurses murmured with exaggerated sympathy, their eyes holding the glint of people gazing upon the most contemptible creature in the world.

“Doctor, could you give me that medicine? You know, Pethidine—Pethidine, that one.”

The man clutched desperately at Eundo’s sleeve, his upper body rigid against her, begging for painkillers.

“Taeheon, the patient’s asking for Pethidine?”

Eundo shot him a suspicious glance.

It was unsettling that an ordinary person could name Pethidine so precisely—a narcotic analgesic that most people wouldn’t know.

Taeheon gazed down at the patient with a cold expression.

“You don’t look that critical to me.”
“I’m dying from the pain! If I’m dying, it should be legal, shouldn’t it?”
“Give him Tramadol.”

Taeheon issued the order dryly, not even glancing at the man.

“Aaah! I’m in pain! In pain!!! My thigh’s about to snap!!”

When his desired painkiller wasn’t prescribed, the man erupted again, howling and thrashing.

“Sir! Keep your voice down! Don’t you see that five-year-old over there isn’t even crying?”
“Seriously, he should live up to his size. It’s pathetic. He probably goes out there and pulls gangster stunts too.”
“Sir, aren’t you ashamed in front of those tattoos on your forearm?”

Patients passing by nearby wrinkled their noses and threw in their own remarks.

Low voices drifted from among the nurses setting up equipment beyond the half-drawn curtain.

“Look, every time criminals get wheeled into this hospital, I wrestle with myself. Honestly, pain is too good for them, isn’t it? It’s all karma they’ve accumulated themselves.”
“What’s the point of saying that? But what can we do? We can’t pick and choose our patients.”
“Still, when I treat animal abusers or child abusers, my hands actually shake. What crime did those who can’t speak commit? Don’t they deserve not to be treated like animals?”
“Exactly. I don’t even want to give them 1ml of painkillers.”

Agang quietly parted the curtain and joined the nurses’ conversation.

“The dogs—were they rescued?”
“Oh, yes! The Animal Protection Organization took them.”
“Good. That’s a relief.”

Agang pressed a hand to his chest, and the nurse beside him quickly pulled out her phone, showing him the screen.

“Look, sir! Don’t they look so gentle?”

On the screen were dogs cradled in the rescuers’ arms, their eyes wary yet trembling with cautious joy, tails wagging softly.

So it was you.
That foolish thing that didn’t know its owner was evil, that saved him.
You, forced into battle despite hating to fight.

He knew at a glance.
Which dog had stayed by the man’s side to the end.

The moment Agang met those eyes—so clear and gentle, strangely at odds with the scarred body—his heart sank.

“I hope they find a good owner… They will, won’t they?”
“Of course. They absolutely will.”

He was soothing his heavy heart with small talk among the nurses when it happened.

“Agang?”

Taeheon called to him calmly, pulling off his gloves.

“Once the patient’s CT is done, handle the laceration repair.”
“Me? Really?”

Agang’s eyes went wide.
It had been a full seventy-two hours since Taeheon had given him his first order at the Trauma Center.

It was the moment he’d longed for so desperately.
But why on earth…?

Agang looked down at the man, who continued to groan and moan, and his brow furrowed.
The man’s thick jaw clenched and unclenched in layers with each ragged breath he took.

“What’s wrong? You said you wanted this. Working at the Trauma Center.”
“Well, it’s just…”
“It’s facial work. Plastic Surgery is your specialty, isn’t it?”

Taeheon gestured with his chin at the deep laceration tearing across the man’s forehead and eyebrows.

[I will uphold my duty to the patient alone. I will hold the patient’s health and life as my first priority.]

Agang’s lip trembled as he remembered himself on graduation day, right hand raised, reciting the Hippocratic Oath.

He’d never become a doctor to treat animal abusers like this.

Harsh words rose to the edge of his throat,
but there was no room for choosing between liked and disliked patients. That was impossible.

“Will you do it or not?”

The look in Taeheon’s eyes seemed to say: You said you wanted to try—so go ahead. Prove it.

“Y-yes! I’ll do it!”

Agang exhaled deeply, surrendering to necessity.

A soft breath escaped his lips.
As the warm air touched his forehead, his bangs scattered like petals above his eyebrows.

Taeheon watched intently.
His gaze held the reverence of someone who had happened upon a nameless flower blooming for the first time.

The moment Agang lifted his head, their eyes met directly.

Agang’s face flushed crimson in an instant.

For just a moment, the reflection of himself in Taeheon’s pupils felt strangely foreign.

Agang hastily swept his bangs to the side.

“Don’t show that. You look like an amateur.”

Taeheon’s low voice fell with cold precision before he turned his back to another waiting patient.

That was when it happened.

“Doctor, if you need extra hands, I’ll do it!”

Useop appeared from nowhere, nimble and blocking the way, smoothly shouldering Agang behind him with a protective sweep of his arm. The message was clear: absolutely no way would he hand Agang over to that gangster.

Agang spun around mentally, staring at the novice’s audacity.

Taeheon stopped walking and turned his head slowly.

He studied the man standing brashly beside Agang like a bodyguard.
So. You’re Useop, the OS rookie monster.

A flicker of cold contempt crossed Taeheon’s lips.

“Are you hiding Agang from me right now?”
“…….”

Agang’s eyes darted between the two men locked in a tense standoff, his anxiety mounting.
He hadn’t meant to get caught between them.

The rough-looking man who’d been mistaken for a gangster at first sight—Taeheon, the boss of the Trauma Center.

The living embodiment of a competitor who’d never lost to anyone since childhood—Useop.

The two of them…
Please, not now. Don’t let them engage their competitive spirit.

Whether Taeheon sensed it or not, his eyes turned glacial.

Did the rare appearance of a rival interest him?

One corner of his mouth began to rise diagonally—that expression again.

The only time the usually expressionless Taeheon revealed what he was truly thinking.
That peculiar smile—was it mockery, assessment, or mere curiosity? No one could tell.

It was definitely not a good sign.

‘Useop! Stop! Back off!’

Agang signaled frantically with eyes, hands, and feet, desperate to warn him.
But hyena Useop wouldn’t budge an inch.

No, wait. Thanks for trying to protect me from the gangster, Useop.
But you really don’t need to drag this situation to catastrophe.

The gaze that had been boldly fixed on Taeheon dropped suddenly to the floor.

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