Boss, It's My First Time Being Your Resident - Chapter 45

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————

Episode 45. A Day That Isn’t All Right

There were days like that sometimes.

Days when everything went askew, like gears grinding out of alignment.
Days when misfortune piled one upon another, as if following Murphy’s Law.

“Really, Doctor? You’re truly all right?”
“Yes! I bought shoes a size too large, so my feet keep twisting and I keep falling.”

Agang found herself empathizing with the scolded new nurse.
She was just like that herself—a first-year resident, worth less than dust.

Worried that the nurse might suffer further embarrassment because of her, Agang bit her lip hard and hurried to calm the commotion.

“I really didn’t get hurt. I’m fine. Doctors, you must be busy—please, go on!”

There it was again—that awkward smile on Agang’s face.

The patient was still in the middle of the hallway, howling and thrashing about.
His two eyes, yellowed from jaundice, had already lost their focus.

In the end, he was dragged away by two large male nurses, his arms pinned at his sides, disappearing toward the end of the corridor.

The moment the tension released, a searing pain rushed through her.

As if her heart had migrated to the injured area, a burning heat bloomed alongside a pounding pulse that throbbed like her own heartbeat.

Agang barely suppressed a cry of pain as she took each step slowly.

Today was uniquely difficult.

She’d learned of Tae Heon’s girlfriend’s existence, which she hadn’t anticipated. The African children had suffered a devastating fire. And her brother’s face kept overlapping with Kwami’s. And then that patient with Delirium just now.

It seemed the raw wound in her heart was more painful than the bruise on her back from the pole strike—she’d momentarily forgotten the physical pain.

The pain that began at her back shot sharply across her shoulder and down to her elbow.

Agang turned her steps and walked into the empty Supply Room.

***

“So, brother. Agang wasn’t some country bumpkin, was she?”

Yu Ju pushed open the door to the Staff Conference Room and sat across from Tae Heon, crossing her legs.

“Not a Seoul city girl either—she was actually a French girl! The hospital director said Agang was some provincial countryside girl who came to the city with her belongings bundled up! He was completely off the mark. I almost believed him.”

Yu Ju furrowed her brow as she complained.

“I just found some time. Say what you came to say.”
“Brother, about that person who won the bid for the Stradivarius Violin? They must be a conglomerate, right? Which group chairman could it be?”

Yu Ju paid no mind to Tae Heon’s cold reception and continued speaking.

“Or maybe a corporation? If I dig a little, I could find out pretty quickly. Aren’t you curious? I’m dying of curiosity. It feels like there’s got to be some huge secret behind Agang.”

As if admiring the twitch of Tae Heon’s eyebrows at her words, Yu Ju rested her chin on the table and gazed up at him intently.

“If you keep treating me coldly, I feel like that urge to dig deeper will just keep surging up. You know how it is. My detective instincts might be awakening?”
“…….”
“You know it yourself. The contrarian streak—the more you tell me not to do something, the more I want to do it.”

Yu Ju smiled brightly and tucked her fallen hair behind her ear.
It was Yu Ju’s own way of silently asking him to look at her just once.

“But if you redirect my curiosity onto yourself and calm my interest down a little, I might even manage to hold back. Answer my calls right away, go on dates with me.”

As Yu Ju subtly leaned her body against Tae Heon’s arm, he pulled it away firmly.

For a moment, Yu Ju’s tilted body wavered.

Cold air settled in the gap that opened between them.

Yu Ju pouted her lips and awkwardly straightened her posture, looking embarrassed.

“Yu Ju. You said you’re a pro. You said you’re staking everything on this program. At least I thought you knew how to separate work and personal matters.”
“…….”
“What you’re doing right now is not professional at all.”

Tae Heon fixed his gaze on Yu Ju with cold, steady eyes.

At the frigid weight in Tae Heon’s response, Yu Ju faltered, her eyes trembling slightly as she shifted the conversation.

“Brother, I saw you staring at Agang earlier. I thought you’d lost your mind. You don’t… like her, do you? She’s just your junior, right? Tell me straight.”
“Doesn’t seem like you have real business. We’ll talk again if something comes up.”

As Tae Heon rose without hesitation, Yu Ju hastily pulled out the program outline and script she’d prepared beforehand from her bag.

“Fine, fine! Here’s the script!”

Instead of sitting back down, Tae Heon simply reached out and intercepted the file.
As he prepared to leave, Yu Ju grabbed the sleeve of his coat.

“Brother, sit down! I completely rewrote it from when Agang was the protagonist—it’s all focused on you now. Do you have any idea how much trouble the writers and I went through?”

Yu Ju’s grievances piled on.

“I was the one who convinced the director, but you don’t even say thank you. I was wrong, really.”
“…….”
“Check it. There’s no part for Agang in here, right?”

The outline and script laid out everything meticulously—from the creative intent behind Romance, Medicine down to detailed blocking and dialogue.

“The hospital director decided to invite a child trauma patient who suffered gunshot wounds in a Southeast Asian accident. He recommended framing the first episode around Sein University’s ‘Sharing Medicine.'”
“What?”

Tae Heon’s brow furrowed severely.

“Just read it!”

Under Yu Ju’s pressure, Tae Heon reluctantly began skimming the first page of the script.

[S#1. Sein University Hospital Pediatric Ward / Day
Tae Heon kneels beside a child patient sitting in a wheelchair, gazing out the window.

Patient: Doctor, will I be able to play soccer with my friends someday?
Tae Heon: (smiling warmly) Of course you will! You’ll play soccer, swim, and maybe we’ll even climb Everest together someday.
Patient: (holding out a pinky) Promise!

Tae Heon hooks his finger and lifts the child into his arms.
The child opens the window and reaches delicate hands toward the rain.
Tae Heon watches the rainfall with sorrowful eyes.

Tae Heon: There’s a lot of rain today. I hope no patients come to the Regional Trauma Center.

Narration: Here, there is a doctor.
One who devotes his youth, fighting daily at the boundary between death and life.
Even today, he forgets his own meals and listens to the voices of his patients.

Hospital PA: Code Blue! Code Blue!
Regional Trauma Center Level 2, Zone A. Code Blue!

Tae Heon strides across the hallway, his coat billowing behind him.

Narration: Boss Tae Heon—he stands guard over South Korea’s trauma center once more.]

Tae Heon read through the script quickly, his eyes widening.
His expression twisted in real time.

“You want me to do this? Are we filming a drama? You said it was a documentary—what is all this dialogue? Everest? That’s laying it on thick. You could have at least been subtle.”
“It’s not just a documentary—it’s an entertainment documentary! Of course there’s dialogue in variety! Just do it exactly as written. I’ll create an iconic character for you. The Hands of God, Tae Heon. The Nation’s Son-in-Law, Tae Heon.”
“Yu Ju!”
“You promised me!”
“Don’t you feel sick? Honestly? I can’t film something like this.”

Tae Heon grimaced as he looked down at the A4 pages filled with cloying and contrived dialogue.

“How can I recite these fake lines in a place where life and death hang in the balance? Not eating is about lack of time. Pretending to starve for broadcast drama is deception. Distorting the reality of the scene to beg for emotion—I can’t do that.”

“Brother. Don’t overstep. You signed the contract!”

This time, Yu Ju didn’t back down either.

“Why do you say two different things? You said you’d do anything instead of Agang! You said you’d do whatever I asked!”
“…….”
“This was all supposed to be Agang’s scenes originally! When other doctors appear in variety shows, they imitate memes and do challenge dances in front of the camera! Did I ask you to do any of that? I just asked you to look cool—is that really so hard?”
“Yu Ju. That’s enough.”

Unable to listen further, Tae Heon dropped the script onto the table and turned to leave.

That was when it happened.

“I just saw Agang crying.”
“What?”

Tae Heon’s footsteps stopped dead.
As if she’d been waiting for this reaction, Yu Ju’s eyes sparkled as she continued.

“She disappeared looking lost while you were treating a patient, so I got curious and followed her. She was in the bathroom turning on the water and crying.”
“…….”
“When I asked how she spoke French so well, she told me everything. Said she studied abroad as a child. The probability that the violin girl is Resident Physician Agang is now 99 percent.”
“Why are you being so childish? Are you the child? Why did you follow her to the bathroom?”
“Brother! I’m going to be childish! I’m going to be completely childish in front of Tae Heon!”

Yu Ju stepped in front of him as if she’d made up her mind.

“I’m not going to pretend anymore in front of Tae Heon. Not cool, not refined, not intelligent.”
“…….”
“Are you disappointed? I’m like this naturally—jealous, selfish. Even more obsessive. My capacity? Fine, just a soy sauce dish, so what!”

Tears welled up in Yu Ju’s previously haughty eyes.

“I’ve been one-sidedly in love with you for six years and I think I’ve gone mad. So now I’m not hiding it anymore. Curse me all you want! The great Yu Ju, following another woman to the bathroom, doing childish things!”

The light in Tae Heon’s eyes went cold.

Even at Yu Ju’s desperate confession, not a flicker of emotion crossed Tae Heon’s pupils.

“Yu Ju. You’ve crossed the line.”

Tae Heon cut his words short and took long strides toward the door.

“Brother! My words aren’t finished yet—!”
“I’m busy.”

Leaving Yu Ju behind in the conference room, Tae Heon turned and quickened his pace.

His heart sank at the thought that Agang was crying alone.
After that, nothing Yu Ju said registered.

Even amid the chaos of African patients overwhelming the trauma center, Agang had responded with remarkable composure for a first-year resident.

She’d carefully convinced a guardian who refused to sign consent forms due to folk beliefs, and finished the Burn Treatment with flawless precision.

He’d given her a look that clearly meant well done—but was that not enough?

It wasn’t uncommon for resident physicians to cry in the bathroom with the water running.
Yet why could he not dismiss Agang’s tears as just another occurrence?

He could vividly picture her—trembling fragile shoulders, weeping.

His usually composed mind felt like it had blacked out entirely.

He couldn’t understand himself—losing his composure in a way unlike him, being swayed by Agang’s affairs.

Why was his pace becoming so urgent?
Why was his heart beating so chaotically?

Then, far down the hallway, he caught sight of Agang’s back.

It was not her usual brisk stride.

Grasping at her side, she moved precariously along the wall as though she might shatter any moment—and his thread of reason threatened to snap entirely.

Agang stumbled and disappeared into the Supply Room.
At the same instant, his own heart plummeted.

She was hurt?
How badly? Why was she bleeding?

Without thinking, Tae Heon began to run.

He couldn’t control himself, couldn’t stop.
His instinct had overtaken reason, and there was nothing he could do about it.

This was maddening.
Agang.
Agang.

Her name escaped his lips without his consent.

Not as Senior, not as junior, not as someone he owed a debt to.
A name he’d only ever whispered alone in the depths of his heart.

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————