Boss, It's My First Time Being Your Resident - Chapter 30

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Episode 30. A Lion Is a Lion Even When It Hides Its Claws

A scream nearly burst from her throat.
She was on the verge of shrieking.

Ivory-colored hoodie and sweatpants, and teddy bear socks.

A Gang exhaled the breath she’d been holding once she confirmed she’d fallen asleep in exactly the same clothes from yesterday’s commute home. It could have been worse.

Embarrassed at having actually positioned herself to scream, A Gang gathered her tangled hair and rose from the bed.

Her relief was short-lived.
A sharp ache thrummed behind her eyes.
A Gang pressed her throbbing temples and made her unsteady way toward the window.

Beyond the floor-to-ceiling glass that stretched from ceiling to floor, the full vista of Seine University Hospital lay spread before her in hazy detail.

Where did the blanks in her memory start?

A Gang traced her way backward through last night’s recollections, piece by piece.
Between the fragmentary shards of half-formed memory, So Dam’s voice suddenly surfaced.

“You really don’t plan on dating that guy anymore?”
“Of course not!”
“Then do a Safe Breakup! That’s how you distance yourself from his attention.”

A Safe Breakup. That was it.
So Dam’s earnestly delivered concept—a relationship of “nothing,” free of harassment or obsession.

But beyond the hazy memory of being tasked to tell the man he was on the verge of bankruptcy and to ask to borrow money from him, the film cut out completely.

How could a little drinking make her lose this much memory?

Why she was at Ha Tae Heon’s place—her mind felt as if that whole section had been neatly scissored away, leaving only a blank white void. Right now, that confusion gnawed at her more than anything else could, but more than that…

How on earth was she supposed to face Tae Heon?
What face could she possibly show him?

Whether his goal was to make her walk out on her own two feet or not, the Trauma Center was already hell on a daily basis.

Just thinking of the merciless coldness and razor-sharp cruelty that would pour from Tae Heon’s mouth today made her vision darken.

A Gang hurriedly looked up at the clock on the wall.

…9:18?

There was only death left.

If the professors found out that a mere first-year nobody had drunk herself senseless and slept in until 9 in the morning…

The thought alone sent a chill down the back of her neck.

Pale as a sheet, A Gang frantically pulled out her phone.

Eighty-one messages from Woo Seob were stacked on her screen.

[A Gang, did you eat breakfast? Want me to grab you a banana milk?]
[Or something to wake you up? A shot on top?]
[…I’m at the Center entrance right now, why aren’t you here?]
[A Gang, are you sick? What hurts? How does it hurt?]
[The A Gang I want to keep in my pocket! Our little A Gang.]
[A Gang, A Gang? Answer me, you punk.]
.
.
.
[A Gang! If you don’t reply by 10, I’m filing a missing person report?]
[Hey!!!!!!!]

Woo Seob, who’d been sending texts at two-to-three-minute intervals since 6:30 in the morning.
A Gang quickly closed the message thread and moved her finger over the icon labeled “My Woo Seob.”

– Hey!!! A Gang!!!!

Woo Seob’s agitated voice burst through the receiver almost before the ring tone finished.
It hadn’t even completed a full ring.

“Woo Seob… I’m fine. I’m alive. Don’t file a missing person report…”

A Gang’s voice came out small and meek.

– Hey! What’s wrong with you? You’re supposed to at least tell me where you’re going!
“I drank with So Dam yesterday, so I crashed at a friend’s place for the night. Don’t worry about it.”
– Hey! You…!

A Gang could picture him biting his lip, shaking his head.

“I’m sorry…”
– And a friend? What friend? Where do you even have friends?
“Ah… a senior I know from the hospital.”
– A senior? Male or female?
“Obviously female! Why would I sleep at a male senior’s place!”

A Gang bit her nails, praying with all her might that Woo Seob wouldn’t figure out that this “friend” was Tae Heon.

She knew all too well what lecture was coming next.

That A Gang was the sole heir to Onel Group, ranked number one in total assets.
That she needed to be careful with her behavior at all times so as not to blemish the family name.
That she absolutely must not act rashly and had to preserve her dignity.

She’d protested before, asking what the Onel family had to do with Woo Seob, but she knew deep down that he was the only one who truly worried about her.

The one and only person among everyone she’d known in high school, college, and now at the hospital who knew her family background.

His habitual phrase echoed in her ears.

“A Gang! If you’re going to drink, only drink in front of me. Absolutely not with anyone else.”

The image of college-era Woo Seob flashed through her mind—teasing her about how her cheeks turned red as apples from just a sip of beer foam, insisting he’d have to be her white knight forever since she had no sense of caution, messing up her hair playfully.

– A Gang! You promised you’d only drink in front of me.
“Yeah, I know! Sorry, Woo Seob. I won’t drink without you from now on. Let’s meet up if you have time later!”

Before more nagging could fly her way, A Gang quickly ended the call.

The whole elevator ride down from the 58th floor was a blur.

When the doors slid open with a cheerful chime and cool air rushed in, her drifting mind seemed to snap back to reality.

As if to say it was time to wake up, A Gang tapped both her cheeks with her palms.

“This is the last Lucky Dubai Cookie! Only one left! Today’s stock is sold out!”

On the display case, a single round chocolate cookie gleamed and glittered magnificently.

If she brought Tae Heon one of these lucky cookies, would he overlook things just once?
A spark of hope kindled.

“This one just came down to the last piece! Today’s quantity is sold out! Since this last one comes with a Fortune Cookie included, it’s double the price.”
“I’ll buy it!”
“Here!”

The moment she received the cookie, the woman placed a small Fortune Cookie on her palm as a bonus.
A Gang quickly cracked it open, and a slip of paper with a short message popped out.

[Never forget: A lion is a lion even when it hides its claws.]

Right. A lion is a lion even when it hides its claws.

Clutching the precious Dubai Cookie to her chest, A Gang began running toward the hospital.

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A Gang hurriedly threaded her arms into her gown, glancing around.
The Trauma Center was unusually quiet today.

In front of the screen door, she took a moment to catch her breath from the sprint.

A senior medical student’s advice played in her mind—when you’re late, leave your outerwear and bag in the bathroom and come in looking like you just returned from a bathroom trip—but she couldn’t exactly leave her gown there either.

Thinking of the thunder that would come from Professor San Jeok Ma and boss Tae Heon, sighs leaked out of her in steady streams. Still, A Gang squared her shoulders and stepped inside.

“Hey? A Gang! You okay? You said you weren’t feeling well!”

Eun Do, passing by, noticed A Gang creeping in like a cat and called out loudly and thoughtlessly.

“Ah, senior…”
“I heard you came in late because you were so sick you were spouting delirium. Go upstairs, get an IV, and come back down!”
“I’m fine, really! I’m completely okay!”

A Gang answered briskly, as if it was nothing.

Delirium.
It must have been something Tae Heon said…

Those three words sent shivers down her spine.
Fine hairs rose all over her body, and cold sweat beaded along her back.

What on earth had happened last night for Tae Heon to use that word?

His cold expression lingered like an afterimage in her mind.

“Senior!”

After waiting and fidgeting for Tae Heon’s surgery to end, he finally appeared in the distance, pulling down his mask.

A Gang hurried toward him like an arrow released from a bow.

“Ha. Thank you. For letting me use your place.”

Heat crept up her face at the embarrassment, but she forced herself to look unbothered and respectfully offered the cookie to Tae Heon with both hands.

“This is hard to find, and I wanted to give it to you… I had to work hard to get the last one!”

A Gang looked up at him with wide, glistening cat-like eyes, desperate and pleading.
She was bribing him, silently begging him to let it slide just this once.

Tae Heon looked down at her, his expression one of utter exasperation.

Despite all that commotion last night, she’d showered and appeared looking fluffy and refreshed, beaming as if nothing had happened—his eyes conveyed how unbelievable he found it all.

“You’re too busy to get a Dubai Cookie yourself, right, senior?”
“A Dubai Cookie?”
“Yes! A Dubai Cookie!”

At what seemed like a glimmer of interest, A Gang seized her moment and grabbed his hand.
Then she quickly placed the precious Dubai Cookie on his palm.

What had felt solidly weighty in her own hand looked impossibly small when it rested on his large one.

The bribe was more pathetic than she’d hoped, but she pressed on stubbornly, offering him a smile.

“Senior, eat this and stay strong! You can do it!”
“…”

Tae Heon looked back and forth between the small cookie in his palm and A Gang’s face, then let out an incredulous laugh.

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