Illusion Blind Date - Chapter 44

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#Chapter 44

“Bom was here yesterday, so she’ll know what’s going on. Anyway, everyone keep your heads on straight and focus today. And Jimun, Yungun.”
Chief singled out the two of them.
“You two came straight from the PC Bang after gaming all night, didn’t you?”
“How did you…?”
Jimun looked toward Bom, his eyes asking whether she’d told on them.
“It wasn’t me.”
Bom said it flatly.
“I’m the one who told him. Didn’t you know the PC Bang owner is my cousin?”
Kim Young-ung confessed. Though the part about the PC Bang owner being his cousin came as a mild surprise.
“Really? Now that you mention it, I did notice him speaking in dialect. And come to think of it, there is a family resemblance….”
As Jimun began chattering away cheerfully, Young-ung reached over and patted the back of his head.
“These kids send me to rest and then they go off doing other things. You guys even had ramen for free yesterday, didn’t you?”
“Oh, yes. That ramen was incredible.”
“My cousin said to come by often and he’ll keep giving you freebies. So which one of you is Bang Su-ho? Tell him to stop by the shop more often too.”
Smack!
“What are you saying right now? I’m the one trying to keep you away from that place, and here you are handing out invitations. Thinking about how I had to make the rounds at PC Bangs to drag your sorry self in makes my teeth ache.”
Chief gave Young-ung’s head a resounding smack, exasperated.
Unbothered, Young-ung rubbed the back of his head and pulled up something on his phone, sending it to them.
Zing, zing.
Jimun and Yungun’s phones buzzed in sequence.
“Three-hour free coupons. Use them.”
“You little brat!”
Chief reached to hit Young-ung again, but he dodged nimbly and slipped into the seat next to Bom.
“Honestly, I don’t need blood pressure medication because of that punk.”
“Hehe. I sent you one too, Chief.”
“I sent myself a five-hour one.”
“Yes, sir!”
The Medical Department Office ran well.
After that round of fooling around, Chief turned to Bom and asked about next month’s schedule.
“You’re heading to Busan in May, right?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
Next month’s rotation was a dispatch assignment to the Busan Branch.
“You’re serious? You’re abandoning us?”
“Stop clowning around.”
As Young-ung put on his theatrics, Chief shook his head as if there was no helping him.
“Anyway, we’ll be short one person next month, so keep that in mind and make sure you hand over your responsibilities with proper transition notes.”
“Understood!”
“And Bom, you’re keeping the ICU today.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Ro-un, the conference prep is coming along well?”
“Yes.”
Ro-un, who was rounding the colonoscopies, had dark circles that extended all the way down to her jaw.
She sat quietly, her presence so muted it was hard to notice her, and it was painful to watch.
“We have a conference this afternoon in the Medical Department Office, so everyone except those heading into the Operating Room needs to be there. If I catch anyone hiding out, there won’t be any mercy.”
“Yes, sir!”
“Alright, everyone up. Let’s get ready for ward rounds.”
The Medical Department Office staff scrambled to their feet and scattered to their tasks. Bom hurried along with them, preparing for the ward rounds.
An intern assigned to the Ward followed close behind with a Dressing Cart.
After making rounds through the Ward, redoing disinfection and completing basic procedures, she’d have to rush back to the Medical Department Office to write up Progress Reports for the admitted patients.
She had to document what condition the patients had been in overnight, what surgeries and treatments they’d received the day before, and distribute copies of all that information.
All of this had to be finished before the Professor’s rounds.
Bom’s pace quickened naturally.
“Doctor, why are you walking so fast?”
“Here, give that to me. I’ll pull it.”
In the end, she took the Dressing Cart herself and made her rounds through the patient rooms. The busy day was beginning.

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After several days at the Hospital, Spring took a day off and headed home.
Having left the Hospital after ten in the morning, Spring was already calculating what she’d do once she arrived—tidying up, running errands, the usual.
Though a housekeeper came twice a week during the day to clean the common areas, each of them had to maintain their own rooms.
Spring quickened her pace, thinking she’d change the bed sheets and tend to the garden.

Once she’d finished organizing the house as planned, Spring showered, then carried a simple sandwich and coffee out onto the Terrace.
It was already past noon.
Sipping her coffee in the cool breeze, she felt as though she’d stumbled into paradise.
“Ah, this is nice.”
Just as she was savoring this rare moment of peace, her phone rang.
She frowned at the name on the screen.
It was her father.
The conversation with her aunt came back to her.
She resented her father for intruding on this precious rest, yet it was something she’d have to face eventually.
Spring pressed the answer button.
“Hello.”
“It’s me.”
“What’s this about?”
“Did you hear from your aunt?”
“Yes. She was absolutely furious, saying you’ve decided to ruin my future.”
“We’re all having dinner together tonight. Come.”
“Couldn’t you have told me a day in advance?”
“I chose today because I knew you had the day off.”
It must have been Noh U-bin who mentioned it.
Since they worked at the same Hospital, finding out when Spring had a day off would be easier than falling off a log.
“And don’t be difficult—dress properly and come.”
“Which place should I go to?”
“The H Hotel Sky Lounge in Gangnam. I’ve made a reservation under my name, so just find it. Seven o’clock is fine.”
“Understood.”
Spring hung up with a cold smile.
Today, she would demand her rightful inheritance—the share her mother had left behind—right in front of that woman.
She’d been putting it off for years now.
She would collect interest as well.
Spring sent her aunt a text saying she’d arranged to meet them tonight.
Her aunt needed to know, after all.
Setting her phone down, Spring sipped her coffee and gazed at the flowers blooming in the garden.
The red roses, already unfurling their buds, were releasing a deep fragrance.
Not to be outdone, the wild roses and coral honeysuckle began to display their charm.
How much money would it take to own a house like this?
She’d heard it was inherited from her maternal grandfather—surely worth tens of billions.
The Professor was quite wealthy.
And he’d likely inherit the University Hospital as well.
Zing.
The phone on the table vibrated.
She thought it might be from her aunt, but it was Cha Tae-moon.

Professor Cha Tae-moon
You rarely get a day off—don’t think about work and get some proper rest. See you tonight.

Why did he write that in the group chat?
Spring tilted her head, studying the message again.
The notification number beside the message vanished in an instant.

Jimun
Ro-un has the day off and you have the day off and I’m slammed today ㅜㅜ See you tonight too
See you tonight

Bom smiled quietly at Jimun’s text. He’d copied his cousin’s way of writing.

Yungun
Let’s meet this evening too
Su-ho
Me too

Yungun and Su-ho had left messages as well.
Bom found herself smiling at the residents’ texts.

I have an appointment this evening, so I need to go out. Thank you all for your hard work.

It was no different from a reply to the Professor.
A silent smile spread across Bom’s lips. Her heart lifted at something as simple as a single message.
So this was what love felt like.
She wished her aunt would forget everything else and fall in love too. As she was now—already feminine and refined—it seemed entirely possible for her to have a lovely romance.
Buzz, buzz.
The texts kept coming after that.
Safe travels, are you meeting Ro-un or something, people dig up everything like that—all manner of chatter spilled out.
They really did attach themselves to anything.
Bom let out a soft laugh.
Since she was heading into the city anyway, she decided to pick up something delicious on her way back, and stood up from her seat.

***

Han Ae-jung bit the inside of her cheek as she read the text Bom had sent.
Her eyes narrowed, glaring into empty space, and the unscrupulous private practice doctor sitting across from her tilted his head, watching her like that.
“Director Han, what’s got you so angry? Did someone send you an insulting message?”
“Never mind—what can I do? Look at this.”
Ae-jung pointed at the ledger spread open before her, her tone sharp with accusation.

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