Boss, It's My First Time Being Your Resident - Chapter 47

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Episode 47. Hero

“…….”

Agang froze.

A peculiar silence filled the Supply Room.

“If you don’t want it, never mind.”

Just as Tae-heon withdrew his hand, Agang hurriedly seized his sleeve.

“No, no! I want it!!”

Agang carefully picked up the Pink Heart-shaped Sticker with two fingers.

A small thrill spread across Agang’s lips that could not be hidden.

“It’s praise for discovering CSF.”
“Ah…… I see.”

So that was what it meant.
Agang laughed awkwardly, embarrassed at nearly attributing some other meaning to it.

“…… Is the reward too meager?”
“No, no! I love it so much, really.”

So he had been keeping it close to his heart all this time.

Just the fact that his modest contribution had been inscribed, even in a single line, in the memory of someone he thought was indifferent—his heart raced at the thought.

His heart would not stop drumming.

Was it because of this small token in his palm? Or perhaps because of that fleeting hope that it might mean something more?

Even he could not understand why his heart was in such turmoil.

Tae-heon spoke casually as he arranged the dressing instruments on the tray.

“You’ll be better in a few days.”

Agang quickly rose from the windowsill and pulled down his shirt.

As Agang awkwardly adjusted his clothes and hesitated, he studied Tae-heon’s expression before finally forcing his lips open.

“That…… money you lent me before…….”
“Yeah. Do you need more?”
“No, no! I was really grateful back then. But I don’t need that bag anymore.”
“Why. You said you couldn’t live without it because of your dopamine addiction.”

Tae-heon gazed at Agang with eyes that seemed to be suppressing laughter.

“Ah…… I guess it’s because spring has come. My heart’s been fickle lately, and my tastes change so quickly. If you give me your account number, I can transfer it right now…….”
“Would you like to go somewhere with me next weekend?”

Agang’s words cut off abruptly.

It was an unexpected proposal.

Agang swallowed dryly and looked up at him.

His eyes were as deep as a dark sea.
In his pupils, his own small figure was reflected as if the whole world had been miniaturized.

As if waiting only for the answer to fall from his own lips, his gaze held nothing but him.

Agang’s trembling lips quivered for a long moment before he snapped back to awareness.

“I have plans that weekend!”

An eternity of three seconds of silence followed.

“Ah. Yeah, I see.”

Tae-heon laughed briefly, as if it were nothing.

“Well, then, I should be going!”

Leaving Tae-heon to clean up, Agang fled the Supply Room.

“Phew…….”

Bang—Agang closed the door and stood frozen in place.
The heart that had been pounding unbearably since moments before showed no sign of settling.

He had almost blurted out “Yes, I’d love to!”
The affirmative answer that had nearly burst forth without hearing his reason felt lodged in his throat, making it ache.

‘I want to go…….’
‘No, I can’t go!’

In that moment of silence, staring into Tae-heon’s eyes, a thousand voices clashed fiercely within his chest.

The thought struck him—could this be a date proposal? He bit his lip in alarm.

He had almost forgotten about Cha Yu-ju.
Why did her existence fade away whenever he gazed into Tae-heon’s eyes?

Because those deep pupils seemed turned toward him alone.
Because they seemed to hold nothing but him, not anyone else.
Perhaps that was why.

Agang exhaled quietly and moved his reluctant feet forward.

***

A week had passed—slow and swift at once.

It was a bright morning in the sun.

The lobby of Sein University Hospital was crowded beyond its usual capacity, packed shoulder to shoulder.

Among the throng of onlookers and reporters, Agang rose up on the tips of his toes, scanning the crowd.

In the center of the lobby stood a large photo wall bearing the words “Romance, Medical Kingdom X Love Sharing Medical Project.”
Before it, dozens of cameras and journalists were densely lined up.

The constant barrage of flashes and the rapid-fire shuttering of cameras made his ears ring.

On a makeshift stage sat the key figures of this project, lined up in a row.

With the patient at the center, on the left sat announcer Cha Yu-ju, who was leading the program, and on the right sat the hospital director and the Trauma Center director, while next to Yu-ju, Tae-heon sat expressionless, staring straight ahead.

The patient was a boy from Southeast Asia, Tawan, barely out of his childhood.

With his neat, short black hair, the boy held a microphone, his shy expression forming an awkward smile.

As if to ease the stiffness in the air, Yu-ju smiled brightly and attempted an ice-breaker.
Fluent English flowed from her lips.

“Tawan, people often tell you that you look like singer Justin Bieber, right? You’re his spitting image!”

Yu-ju’s eyes narrowed into crescents as she posed the question.

“I’m a die-hard Bieber fan, and I’m getting palpitations. Haha.”

“I don’t look like him!!”

Playful jeers erupted from various spots in the audience.
Yu-ju quickly recovered the awkward moment with a forced smile and continued the proceedings.

“Tawan was an ordinary boy who lived in a small village in Kaliwan, Southeast Asia, with his mother and two younger siblings. Kaliwan has been embroiled in civil war for over five years.”

Yu-ju continued her account, her gaze steady on the camera.

“Tawan’s dream was to become a soccer player. But now he may have to abandon that dream. He faces the prospect of amputation of his right leg.”

Soft sighs escaped from different corners of the lobby.

“One day, while caring for his siblings in place of his parents who were away working, a stray bullet suddenly lodged itself in Tawan’s right thigh. He was only ten years old at the time.”

A childhood photo of Tawan appeared on the screen.
A boy stood smiling brightly among family members, with the sunset casting long shadows across a soccer field in the background.

Agang gazed at that strange peace with rapt attention. It was beautiful.

The suffering of the boy before his eyes became all the more vivid, starkly contrasted with the bright smile of the boy on the screen.

“At the time, lacking funds for surgery, Tawan received only basic treatment at a local hospital and endured five years carrying the bullet in his body. But as he grew, his bones expanded, and the position of the bullet lodged in his femur gradually shifted, beginning to compress vital nerves.”

A sigh.
Sympathetic murmurs leaked out from all sides.

Yu-ju, who had paused briefly, resumed her explanation calmly.

“And now, at fifteen, Tawan suffers extreme pain. Local hospitals have even suggested amputation—a desperate situation. But Tawan has a reason he cannot give up his leg.”

“Tawan, is there a deeper reason why you’ve endured this long without having surgery?”

The boy hesitated for a moment, then spoke quietly.

“If I cut off my leg…… there’s no more hope, right? Soccer, dreams, everything—it’s all over.”

Tawan smiled bitterly.

The hospital lobby fell silent in an instant.
A heavy stillness settled.

As if to shift the mood, Yu-ju smoothly changed the subject, looking toward the camera.
Her clear voice rang out through the lobby once more.

“Romance, Medical Kingdom and Sein University Hospital have invited Tawan to Korea with full coverage of medical costs, as well as round-trip airfare and all living expenses.”

Yu-ju extended her palm toward Tawan with a light smile.

“The first protagonist of the Love Sharing Medical Project—Tawan right here.”

Applause erupted from all around.

“And today, an important conference will be held to determine whether Tawan’s right leg can be saved. Will Tawan be able to play soccer again?”

Tension settled over the now-quiet audience.

“Now, introducing this season’s hero of Romance, Medical Kingdom, and Tawan’s chief surgeon—Tae-heon!”

In an instant, all eyes turned to Tae-heon.
Simultaneously, the shuttering that had faded resumed like a downpour.

“Hello. I’m Tae-heon, a trauma surgeon, and I’ll be taking charge of this surgery.”

His steady, low voice lay softly across the lobby.

That was when it happened.

“Isn’t it risky to have a Fellow, not a professor, perform such a high-difficulty surgery? Don’t you think it’s overreaching?”

A journalist raised his hand sharply, posing a pointed question.

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