Boss, It's My First Time Being Your Resident - Chapter 48

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Chapter 48. The Boss for the First Time

It was open skepticism about Ha Tae-heon’s capabilities.

The questions about to pour down would lacerate Ha Tae-heon even further.
A-gang watched him with anxious eyes.

Truth be told, even A-gang himself, a Resident, harbored doubts.

How had he—barely a second-year Fellow—become the lead surgeon for such an enormous project, surpassing all those illustrious professors?

Was there some particular reason?

A-gang stepped closer to Ha Tae-heon, trembling hands clasped before his chest.

It was then that he couldn’t tear his gaze away.

“God, he’s fucking gorgeous.”
“Hey! Shoot it! The views are gonna explode today.”

A-gang’s shoulder was shoved hard.

As A-gang stumbled sideways, he turned to see two high school girls in uniforms giggling madly, thrusting their phones high above the podium.

Exclamations of wonder erupted from scattered corners, as if captivated by Ha Tae-heon’s face.
Countless hands holding phones jutted upward from here and there toward the podium.

……

As the ambitious question drowned in the commotion, the Reporter’s expression contorted ungracefully, deflating like a punctured balloon.
Each media outlet had been granted only one turn to ask a question.

A-gang, precariously standing amid the roiling crowd, finally lost his footing and swayed.

The moment he regained his balance and lifted his head, his eyes met Ha Tae-heon’s across the air.

He too was staring at him with eyes full of concern.

‘Please… answer well.’

One minute stretched like an hour.
The moment their eyes met, the tumultuous Lobby fell silent as if on cue.

“It was my decision.”

Professor Ma, the director of the Trauma Center, grasped the Microphone and cleared his throat with a low rumble.

The man, sporting wiry hair and the bearing of a bandit chief, wore a bow tie that looked incongruously small on his neck—apparently a broadcast concept for today.

“As for my student, Ha Tae-heon……”

Professor Ma trailed off for a moment, then spoke slowly.

“Two years ago, the gun rampage at Bomyeun Kindergarten’s campground—I’m sure you all remember it.”

The bustling atmosphere of the Lobby sobered instantly.

It had been a horrific incident where someone illegally modified a rifle meant for wild boar hunting and indiscriminately fired at teachers and children who were camping.

“Our hospital has a system called DMAT—the Disaster Medical Assistance Team. When a large-scale disaster occurs, it’s the medical support team that rushes to the disaster scene. In simple terms, it means our medical staff personally rush to the site of a major accident to provide rescue.”

“What kind of work do you usually do at the scene?”

Announcer Cha Yu-joo posed the question to Professor Ma.

“Typically, we classify patients as critical, emergency, or non-emergency, and for critical cases, we provide immediate treatment at the scene. One second can mean the difference between life and death.”

“So, was Dr. Ha Tae-heon also a DMAT team member at that time?”

At Yu-joo’s question, Professor Ma laughed heartily and continued.

“No. Tae-heon was a fourth-year Orthopedic Surgery Resident back then. That day happened to have a chain-collision accident on the nearby Highway at the same time, so we were critically short-handed. That’s why Tae-heon went to support the scene.”

People held their breath as they listened, sighs escaping from their lips.

“In that scene of chaos turned to hell, when everyone else was in a panic, the main figure who calmly took command and saved the children was Ha Tae-heon.”

Suddenly, the typing sounds of the press fell silent.
The reporters’ eyes turned toward Ha Tae-heon as if by agreement.

“How often do we encounter gunshot wounds in this country? Even veteran medical professionals were in shock. The number of children Tae-heon saved in that horrific scene……”

Professor Ma began counting on his thick fingers.

“More than I can count on both hands. Since Tae-heon refused all interviews, nobody knew, but… thanks to him, not a single person died that day.”

“A hidden hero indeed. A true hero!”

Yu-joo smiled brightly, while Ha Tae-heon frowned, clearly uncomfortable with the excessive praise.

Throughout the press conference, Ha Tae-heon kept wrinkling his brow.

Red camera lights, blinding flashes, the cloying remarks from Cha Yu-joo’s commentary.

That prickly Ha Tae-heon enduring all of it—who would have thought.

A-gang couldn’t help but smile slightly, imagining just how much internal suffering he must be experiencing.

Professor Ma adjusted his bow tie left and right as he continued.

“Based on that experience, Tae-heon organized and published gunshot trauma cases in an academic journal, which garnered significant attention from the international academic community. Through that connection, he was invited last year to Chicago Martin Hospital, the leading Trauma Center in the United States, where he completed a fellowship in gunshot trauma management.”

Professor Ma puffed his chest with pride as if it were his own achievement.

“In America, he participated in dozens of bullet extraction and bone reconstruction surgeries, and returned with techniques even local surgeons acknowledged. I can say with certainty that there are few doctors in Korea with more hands-on trauma experience than our Ha Tae-heon.”

Exclamations of admiration poured forth.

Even the Reporter who had posed sharp questions and shot skeptical glances at Ha Tae-heon scratched his head awkwardly.

“So that’s why he’s the Boss?”

One reporter asked, suppressing a slightly self-conscious chuckle at the rather childish nickname.

“I heard Dr. Ha Tae-heon’s nickname is Boss Ha Tae-heon.”
“Oh, it’s not because of that……!”

Professor Ma was waving his large hand in denial when a deep voice cut through the crowd.

A powerful voice resonated from within the throng.

“That nickname was given to him by our youngest son!”

All eyes turned simultaneously toward the speaker.

“My son was one of the children rescued during the Bomyeun Disaster.”

A young man spoke calmly, unbothered by the barrage of camera flashes.

“My son was one of the children whose foot got caught in an animal trap while fleeing into the forest. Thanks to that, he was able to avoid the gunfire.”

The man’s tone remained matter-of-fact.

“He lost consciousness from the impact of the fall and remained unrescued throughout the night. But Dr. Ha Tae-heon found our son in the brush and freed him from the snare with his own hands. It was the middle of winter—any later and our child would have frozen to death.”

The man looked at Ha Tae-heon with eyes full of reverence.

“But when our son opened his eyes in the Emergency Room, the moment he saw Dr. Ha, he burst into tears.”

As if the memory were vivid before him, the man paused briefly.

“Dad! It’s the Boss, it’s the Boss!”
“What? The Boss?”
“The Boss from !”

For a moment, a look of bewilderment crossed the boy’s father’s face.

was a children’s film about a man who somehow became a gang leader, but eventually reformed and saved the world through a series of ups and downs.

The boy, who had only seen the beginning, had mistaken Ha Tae-heon for the fearsome Boss character and cried in terror.

In the child’s eyes, that tall actor with short hair and cool gaze apparently bore a striking resemblance to Ha Tae-heon.

“They’re different people.”
“No! They’re the same! That gang Boss!”

The boy’s crying grew louder.

The father kept apologizing to Ha Tae-heon while covering his son’s mouth as the child pointed and loudly called him the Boss.

“So from today on, you’re the Boss, Ha Tae-heon?”

A doctor who appeared to be Ha Tae-heon’s classmate threw out a comment to defuse the awkwardness.
Thanks to that, the gloomy atmosphere of the Emergency Room that day was aired out, however briefly.

The boy’s father retrieved the Microphone and cleared his throat.

“Since the boy kept crying, Dr. Ha Tae-heon suddenly disappeared somewhere and came back with a stethoscope and Medical Gown covered in stickers. He gave him Superman stickers saying ‘You were so brave,’ and right then, the boy’s tears stopped.”

The man turned slowly toward Ha Tae-heon. The corners of his mouth softened into a gentle smile.

“You don’t know this, Doctor, but my son still asks about you sometimes. He misses the Boss, wants more stickers. I was truly grateful that day.”

A-gang gazed steadily at Ha Tae-heon.

The Boss.
A nickname he’d vaguely found amusing.

Why he handed out stickers, why he carried around that character stethoscope that didn’t suit him at all.
None of it had made sense until now.

That night came back vividly—Ha Tae-heon wrapping his scarf around A-gang’s injured hand while he freed the young wild boar caught in the snare, explaining the method gravely.

The temperature of that moment, his expression, his scent, his touch, even the warmth of his breath.

A-gang bit his lip gently.

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