Boss, It's My First Time Being Your Resident - Chapter 31

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Episode 31. Something So Utterly Inevitable

He looked so radiant, somehow.

With a single Dubai Cookie balanced on his small palm, he carried himself with such smug pride—as though he’d plucked a star from the sky just for Tae Heon—that the laughter he’d been holding back finally burst out.

What? Fighting spirit?

Absurdity struck him again, and he laughed.

Had he decided to push forward with nothing but shameless tactics now?
Watching him ball his tiny fist and flash a wink, Tae Heon found himself captivated without meaning to.

Could this cringeworthy display really be A Gang’s first offensive in his campaign for a clean break?

“Tae Heon! You just wait!”

The memory was still vivid—last night, flushed with drink, A Gang had made his declaration of war with bravado.

“I finally get why you’re so rotten to me! You’re mad because I won’t sleep with you, aren’t you?”

Tae Heon wished he could venture into A Gang’s mind and back out again.

In his entire life, he’d never been curious about anyone else’s thoughts. But A Gang—A Gang alone stirred an abnormal, relentless curiosity. It was unprecedented.

“Since I’m hopeless with love, I didn’t know any better, but now I do! My relationship-expert friend Baek So Dam told me everything! You’re going to have a clean break with me!”

Relationship expert. More like a relationship charlatan.
And A Gang—that charlatan’s devoted student—had already announced his offensive, believing her counsel as gospel.

He’d even issued a threat that he’d attack soon. Part of Tae Heon actually looked forward to it.

When would this attack come, anyway?
He was prepared to meet it head-on.

But if it continued like this, he truly had no answer.
An assault so unexpected, so absurd, so utterly harmless—he had no defense against it.

All the reason he’d built up so carefully seemed destined to crumble before A Gang’s crystalline attacks. The thought unsettled him more with each passing moment.

“Senior, does this guy not have a home? He didn’t apply for the dorm, and he seems to sleep in the on-call room every night…… What’s his deal, anyway?”

That’s what Baek So Dam had said, bewilderment crossing her face as she closed the passenger door.

What exactly was he?

Tae Heon couldn’t explain why his gaze kept drifting toward A Gang.
Wherever his eyes landed, his mind and heart seemed to follow, as though under a spell.

It was inevitable.

***

That wasn’t what he expected.

At the sight of Tae Heon suddenly bursting into hollow laughter, A Gang felt a chill run down his spine.

There was no way that man would forgive him so easily.
Had the bribe actually worked? A Gang tilted his head in confusion.

[A lion hides his claws, but never forget he is still a lion.]

Right. A lion is a lion. Never forget that.
A Gang repeated the warning from the fortune cookie over and over, steeling himself.

“Um, sir. Did I… happen to make any mistakes yesterday?”

A Gang forced an awkward smile, his gaze darting nervously toward Tae Heon’s expression.

“Who’s your senior?”

A chill immediately cut through the air.

Right, figures.
There went that prickly personality—impossible to hide.

“Oh, sorry. Doctor, then! But… I really didn’t mess up yesterday, right?”

Instead of answering, Tae Heon jerked his chin, pointing elsewhere.
His gaze directed A Gang’s attention to a desolate desk tucked away in one corner of the Station wall.

“Looks like you’re the one who needs the fighting spirit.”

Tae Heon turned away, leaving behind a smile so infuriatingly composed it stung.

“…… Excuse me?”

That wretched desk again.

Not a thinking chair, but a thinking desk—so he should sit there and reflect?

Of course.
Of course Tae Heon wouldn’t forgive him so easily.
Tae Heon was Tae Heon, through and through.

It was a very Tae Heon kind of punishment.

But A Gang had no words of protest.

A first-year nobody getting drunk and blacking out, imposing on a fellowship-level senior’s home, then arriving late on top of it all…….

A mistake was a mistake.

A Gang trudged toward that corner desk.
Not a speck of dust marred its surface, but that only made it seem smaller, more isolated, more desolate.

Contemplating how to endure even one day at this exile of a desk, a helpless sigh escaped his lips.

The moment he slumped into the chair, gentle voices began to drift toward him from every direction, as if on cue.

“Teacher, how’s your body feeling?”
“We were so worried. If you were talking nonsense from being hurt that badly…”

Within moments, vitamin drinks and snacks began accumulating on the previously barren desk.

“Eat a little at a time and rest up. Get your strength back!”

A nurse patted his shoulder, winking encouragement.

But faced with the sight of A Gang sitting alone like some kind of offender, the nurse couldn’t stifle a laugh and ended up spinning away, her shoulders trembling.

I can hear you, you know…

The muffled giggles seeping from beyond the tall counter desk pierced A Gang’s ears.
He wanted nothing more than to disappear into a mouse hole.

His spirits thoroughly dampened, A Gang buried his burning face and hung his head low.

Essential Emergency Medicine Practice Manual for Students.

Only then did he notice the thick textbook resting on the desk.

A textbook, out of nowhere.

[Read this carefully.]

A short note was scrawled across a pink Post-it affixed to the cover.

Without checking the signature, A Gang immediately recognized the author.

The handwriting was identical to the note he’d seen on the bedside table this morning—sharp, pristine, wholly characteristic.
The flowing script was so elegant it could pass for calligraphy, and it carried such presence that A Gang wanted to dub it “Tae Heon’s handwriting.”

“Ugh, even his handwriting looks like him.”

Grumbling despite himself, A Gang pulled the book toward him as if enchanted.

Following the index stickers Tae Heon had marked, A Gang turned to the pages where yellow highlighter had been laid down in bold strokes.

What’s this? Did he leave this for me to read?

Furrowing his brow, A Gang began reading the passage slowly.

[Chapter 5, Section 8. Emergency Treatment of Hypothermia

Preventing hypothermia hinges on maintaining core body temperature. In particular, blocking torso heat loss proves the most effective method, and when protective equipment is unavailable, direct skin-to-skin contact is recommended as a means of transferring body heat.]

What’s this supposed to mean? Is he telling me to review the frostbite section?

The content made no sense.

With no explanation whatsoever, just this page to review—there had to be a reason, but A Gang couldn’t fathom it.

The more he thought about it, the more his pride began to sting.
‘Exiling’ him to a ‘thinking desk,’ then handing him a textbook that looked like something an undergraduate would use.

A Gang snapped the book shut irritably.

That’s when something caught his eye again.

Essential Emergency Medicine Practice Manual for Students.

For students……,
Students……,
Student……!

That title.
And the photo on the cover—first-year medical students, grinning brightly under a sunny campus.

Sigh.
This required patience.

A year out of medical school, and he was being treated like a student!
Even calling him a rookie would’ve been generous!
This was outright mockery.

A Gang wanted desperately to know what was going through Tae Heon’s mind.
It felt like he’d left the book here deliberately, to rub salt in the wound.

A Gang whipped his head around to glare at Tae Heon, who was casually handling paperwork in the distance.

Then it happened.

“Doctor! Twenty-year-old male, motorcycle traffic accident! Arriving in three minutes!”

The Trauma Center erupted into controlled chaos, and A Gang jerked to his feet from the desk.

Unsure what to do, A Gang hurried toward Tae Heon, thinking he should be useful somehow.

“Doctor…… I read that textbook you told me to read. Could you let me help in the field?”

Tae Heon didn’t spare A Gang so much as a glance, simply snatching the stethoscope from the cart and looping it around his neck.

“Collided with an electric kickboard while riding the motorcycle. He got thrown and his leg caught in the guard rail.”

A nurse stayed close behind Tae Heon, rapidly relaying the situation.

“Vital signs?”

“Right femur with comminuted fracture, left tibia with open fracture. Fortunately, vital signs remain stable…”

“Eun Do! Call anesthesia and open the operating room! Doctor Kim, prepare the CT room.”

Tae Heon issued his orders and brushed past A Gang, striding quickly toward the exit.
A Gang followed close behind, unwilling to lose sight of him.

“I want to help too!”
“You’re in the way. Step aside.”

Damn.
A Gang bit his lip.

Just then, paramedics came rushing in, urgently pushing a stretcher.

Contrary to expectations, the patient was alert.

With his leg bent outward and pain etched across his face, he was groaning, but at least he’d arrived conscious—that was a blessing in itself.

A Gang exhaled in relief, positioning himself beside Tae Heon.

That’s when it happened.

Mucus began dripping from the patient’s nose.

Now’s my chance!

“Doctor! Let me get you some tissue!”

A Gang’s hand shot up eagerly.

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