Illusion Blind Date - Chapter 32

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#Episode 32

“Wow, laparoscopic?”
Living donor liver transplant surgery required meticulous dissection of the bile ducts and blood vessels so the liver could be grafted properly, and donors with anatomical variations typically underwent open surgery due to the heightened risk of hemorrhage.
Yet Tae Moon made laparoscopic surgery his standard approach regardless of anatomical variation.
Donors reported significantly higher satisfaction rates with laparoscopic procedures compared to open surgery.
“Yeah. Now go on and get some rest.”
“You really are something else. No wonder you’re Tae Moon. I’ve gotta say, I’m getting jealous.”
“Stop talking and go rest.”
“They say patient inquiries are already pouring in wanting you for their surgery. The Fellows are practically screaming about it.”
“Screaming with joy?”
“Would you be?”
“You’re not going?”
“I’m going, I’m going. Anyway, think it over with our Cho Eun. I’m all for it.”
“You’re insane.”
Hae Il grinned despite the insult, waved his hand, and slipped out of the Research Lab.
Tae Moon stared silently at the closed door, suddenly aware that his words had been misguided.
A kid.
Cho Eun and Han Bom were the same age and cohort. If anything, Cho Eun appeared far more mature in appearance.
Yet to Tae Moon’s eyes, Cho Eun would always be a kid.
Han Bom, on the other hand……
When she looked up at him with that endearing, rabbit-like face, he wanted nothing more than to pull her close and kiss her without restraint.
Tae Moon rose from his seat with a soft chuckle and took a sip of coffee.
This morning, after finishing his preparations for work, he had waited for Bom in the Living Room on the third floor, then descended to the first floor by elevator the moment he heard the door open.
The commute with Bom was joyful and thrilling.
That exhilarating, trembling fullness he’d felt when he first grasped a Scalpel—a feeling he’d forgotten for a time—was blooming in his chest once more.
It was a possession fierce and absolute, something he never wanted to lose.

***

Arriving at the Resident Dormitory, Bom set her coffee on the desk and exhaled heavily.
“Phew……my heart’s racing.”
As she was murmuring to herself and removing her coat, she heard rustling from above.
“Oh, you scared me!”
Thinking she was alone, Bom shrieked at the sight of Cho Eun’s head poking down from the upper bunk.
“Why are you muttering to yourself like that? What’s wrong with your heart?”
Cho Eun, who’d just woken, was still in a half-daze.
Since the number of female Residents was small, Thoracic Surgery and General Surgery shared the women’s Resident Dormitory.
“No, it’s not that……do you want some coffee?”
“Oh, thanks.”
Cho Eun, who’d pulled the Night Shift Duty at the hospital all night, descended from the upper bunk.
“But didn’t you buy that to drink yourself?”
“No. Go ahead and have it.”
“You’re the only one who thinks of me like that. Thank you.”
“Are you heading to the Ward already?”
Bom asked as she watched Cho Eun slip on her coat and fix her hair.
“Why, do you have something to tell me?”
“Actually, I wanted to ask you something.”
“Go ahead. I’ve got about ten minutes.”
Cho Eun sat on the lower bunk and took a sip of coffee.
“Do you happen to know anything about Professor Tae Moon?”
She was asking to see if Cho Eun had heard anything from Professor Hae Il, who’d mentioned introducing her to Tae Moon.
“My friend actually told me to drop it when he was trying to set me up with Professor Tae Moon, but apparently he has a thing for small, cute, and adorable types.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. He’s into kids too, which is why he took Pediatric Surgery as a minor, despite his build being so incongruous with it.”
“I see.”
“In that sense, he’d be better suited to you than me. You’re definitely the cute type.”
“Not just cute—very cute.”
Han Bom rested her chin on her hand and blinked, and Cho Eun burst out laughing as if she couldn’t help herself.
“A man ought to have that cute, innocent charm like Woo Bin—not some predatory beast. I hate that kind of animal.”
“What are you talking about? A man needs to have presence, no matter what.”
“But why are you asking me this anyway?”
“Well, because I’m curious.”
“From the look on your face, it seems like more than just curiosity—you’re completely smitten, aren’t you?”
“Not quite that far.”
“Oh, come on. So it’s all one-sided then?”
“…Probably not, actually?”
Han Bom answered, rolling her eyes.
“No way!”
“No, no. I mean, it seems like we’re just testing the waters right now.”
“Waters or whatever—that guy is seriously amazing. How did he make you fall for him when even seniors and juniors nudging you in the ribs couldn’t get through to you, and you just stood there with that natural iron wall of yours?”
“I mean, he’s tall, good-looking, fit, skilled—that’s just how it is.”
Cho Eun’s face gradually went blank.
‘Ugh, she admits he’s good-looking and still does this to me.’
Honestly, there seemed to be no end to the list of reasons why she liked him.
Just as Han Bom was rattling on like this, Cho Eun’s phone rang sharply.
Buzz.
“Oh no, a call at such a crucial moment.”
“Go ahead.”
“I’ll get the full story from you later. I’m heading out.”
“Yeah, go. Good luck out there.”
Han Bom, watching Cho Eun’s retreating figure as she left the dormitory, hurried to get ready for work herself.
And a smile never left Han Bom’s lips.

***

It was while she was writing blood work orders and prescriptions on the Ward after morning Rounds had ended.
Buzz, buzz.
Han Bom’s phone rang.
“Yes, this is Han Bom speaking.”
—Doctor, it’s Intern Woo Bin. You should come down to the Emergency Room.
Woo Bin was a junior who’d been caught stalking Han Bom.
And he was also the son of Lee Mi Soo, his father Han Sang Gu’s mistress.
After learning late that Han Bom was actually Han Sang Gu’s daughter, Woo Bin had hovered around her, wanting to get closer to her.
Mistaking him for a stalker, Han Bom had waited on the stairs of her one-room apartment and slammed him onto the floor as he approached.
Had he just told her from the beginning, that whole fiasco could have been avoided, but the damage was already done.
Since the world was such a rough place, Han Bom had to tremble in fear for several days afterward.
Woo Bin’s approach had been a serious mistake on his part.
After they’d later shared the whole story and cleared up the misunderstanding, the aftermath of the stalking lingered for a long time.
Small wonder she’d moved out of that apartment.
In truth, the fact that Woo Bin was the mistress’s son wasn’t really that important. After all, it was the previous generation’s affair, and in a way, they were nothing but victims themselves.
“Want me to call out the patient number?”
—No, actually, there’s someone looking for you here.
“Someone’s looking for me? In the Emergency Room?”
—Yes.
“Understood. I’ll be right down.”
After ending the call, Han Bom couldn’t contain her curiosity and headed straight to the Emergency Room.
When she arrived at the ER moments later, she pushed through a cluster of rowdy drunk patients arguing loudly and found Woo Bin.
Whether someone had been drinking all morning and gotten into a brawl, the Emergency Room was nothing short of chaos.
Woo Bin was visible in the distance.
Just as Han Bom was crossing the Emergency Room to approach him, one of the drunk patients blocked her path.
A man in his thirties with his shirt off, wheezing heavily, and sporting a cute little Cupid’s arrow tattoo on his chest, swayed before her.
The man’s soft flesh jiggled as he moved.
“Hey, you a doctor too?”
He pointed at Han Bom with completely unfocused eyes.
“Yes, I’m a doctor.”
Han Bom answered with a smile. Dealing with drunk people was her specialty.
Then he staggered forward another step closer to her.
“Hiccup—hey, have you seen Bong Sik? Bong Sik?”
He seemed to be searching for one of the companions who’d been brought in with him.
“I’ll help you look in a moment, sir. Just give me a second—but it looks like you’ve hurt your hand. Would you mind showing it to me?”
Alcohol dulled the senses; the man probably hadn’t even realized he was injured.
His palm gaped open where something sharp had cut it, blood streaming freely from the wound.
“Damn it, find Bong Sik! Find that bastard who took my money and ran!”
The story was pitiful enough, but treating the hand came first.
“Sir, your hand is badly injured. Let me take care of that for you.”
Han Bom gestured to a nurse standing nearby. They decided to start with hemostasis, pressing gauze against the wound.
As Han Bom reached for his hand, the man searching for Bong Sik suddenly swung his arm out wildly.
Smack!
“Ah!”
He hadn’t meant to strike—but his flailing arm caught her squarely on the jaw.

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