Surviving as a Rogue Hospital Director - Chapter 113

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Episode 113.
Enemy to be brought into the fold, closest confidant to Chairman Han Myeong-jae.
Beom-jun stared blankly at the Quest. It was because of Hui-jeong standing behind the Quest window.
‘I should just register the Vice Director as Talent.’
He’d dragged his feet about it. Even after eliminating the hostility, his relationship with Hui-jeong remained at a standstill.
“I’ll take my leave now. Please handle whatever business you have, Director.”
Hui-jeong spoke. She turned the wheelchair and disappeared with Nomo in tow.
Beom-jun closed his eyes. His brow furrowed. Shadows fell beneath the angular ridge of his eyebrows.
Could he raise Hui-jeong’s Favorability?
The reason she’d been deprioritized until now was simple—it wouldn’t be easy.
“Damn it,”
Beom-jun watched Hui-jeong’s retreating figure. The wheelchair pulled her already-rounded shoulders into an even more pronounced curve.
Then the Status Window offered him a sliver of help.
[There is someone with Favorability 7. Register them as Talent.]
‘What? There’s someone I haven’t registered?’
As Beom-jun retraced his memories, his furrowed brow smoothed. His eyes gleamed.
Sifting through the Talent information, he grasped who the Status Window meant.
[Name: Park Ha-rin / Position: Accounting Team Lead]
That’s right. He’d forgotten about Park Ha-rin. He’d been neglecting her—practically Hui-jeong’s left arm.
She was the connecting thread needed to break through this Quest.
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* Medical Act, Article 15
Medical practitioners shall not refuse treatment requests without just cause.
Hospitals cannot refuse patients. The “just cause” stipulated by law is extremely limited, so generally speaking, refusal of medical treatment isn’t permitted.
However, Kim Do-yoon’s case had crossed well beyond the ordinary.
On his way back from meeting Kim Do-yoon, Beom-jun’s phone began lighting up frantically.
Ignoring the endless vibrations, messages continued to pile up.
– Hello, Hospital Director, this is the Emergency Room. An unfortunate incident has occurred. A patient was caught fabricating medical malpractice. Should we discharge him?
– Hospital Director, are you in the Emergency Room by any chance? We’re looking for the doctor who met with patient Kim Do-yoon. Could you confirm this?
It seemed the five Emergency Room medical staff who’d heard Kim Do-yoon’s confession had already filed reports.
The calls were urgent, but most didn’t know the exact situation.
Hospitals call in response to emergencies; they don’t prepare documents for approval. It’s fast, but imprecise.
Because details inevitably became distorted, the medical staff communicated with maximum brevity.
What patient,
what situation they’re in,
what to do—clearly and concisely.
But with Kim Do-yoon’s complicated background creating an even more complicated mess of his own making, almost no one fully grasped the situation.
Well, that’s what happens when information passes through people’s mouths.
The reports starting from the Emergency Room staff would grow murkier with each person in the chain.
Beom-jun scrolled through his messages methodically, and his finger stopped at the first message received—the only one with a saved name.
– Hospital Director, it’s Jae-gyeong. You met with patient Kim Do-yoon, right? We’re preparing to refuse treatment.
He was the only one who’d been in contact with Beom-jun, the only one who truly grasped the current situation.
Among all the messages, Beom-jun replied only to Jae-gyeong’s.
– I met with him myself. Tell Kim Do-yoon we’re refusing treatment. Be clear about the reasons.
Now Jae-gyeong would take the lead and organize the administrative procedures. As Planning and Coordination Director, his position would be perfectly suited for the task.
Beom-jun intended to expel Kim Do-yoon from Korea University Hospital.
* Cases where normal treatment is impossible due to insult, defamation, or interference with duties.
One of the rare reasons a hospital can refuse a patient.
“I never thought I’d have to throw out a patient. So this kind of thing does happen.”
Beom-jun muttered to himself without thinking.
In his half-lifetime as a physician,
he’d been rejected by patients many times, but he’d never rejected a patient who came to the hospital.
Yet the man who’d caused this mess—Han Myeong-jae—was nowhere to be seen. And there was someone worse still. Only Kim Do-yoon had to be thrown out.
Beom-jun sent a message to Jae-gyeong.
– What’s Han Myeong-jae doing? Is he in the Chairman’s Office?
– No, Director, he’s apparently not there. He left on an extended business trip last week. He should be back around Friday!!
He’d bailed out on his own responsibility—classic Han Myeong-jae. Beom-jun typed rapidly.
– Kim Do-yoon said he went to Dermatology on Han Myeong-jae’s recommendation. Find out where that is. Dig up everything that could serve as evidence. See if there are any medical notes or clinical records written.
– Yes, understood. I’ll look into it!
He needed to find evidence. Proof that Han Myeong-jae had been deeply involved in Kim Do-yoon’s scheme.
But Beom-jun’s instinct leaned toward the absence of such evidence.
In Doctor X, Han Myeong-jae had been barely an extra. He’d used the Vice Director as his action figure while staying thoroughly hidden in the background.
It was likely he’d done the same with Kim Do-yoon this time. All Han Myeong-jae had given him was words.
‘That filthy bastard will just claim he only made a suggestion.’
Yet with only a few words from Han Myeong-jae, Kim Do-yoon’s once-bright future had been utterly erased.
Beom-jun recalled his first impression of Kim Do-yoon’s work. It had been breathtaking—radiant and beautiful.
Even he, who knew nothing about art, had felt it. What would someone embedded in the art world have felt?
But for six months while the Botox effects lingered, Kim Do-yoon wouldn’t be able to paint properly. Regaining his touch would take even longer.
He might spend his entire life resenting the world without ever understanding what opportunity he’d lost.
Kim Do-yoon had been seduced by what was tangible and immediate before his eyes, abandoning the greater reward that awaited him in the future.
Right at the threshold.
Beom-jun exhaled slowly. His fists clenched tight.
Whether or not Han Myeong-jae was already hunting for another victim, Beom-jun wouldn’t let this pass. Not this time.
Beom-jun’s fingernails dug into his palms. Crescent-shaped marks etched into his skin. But he felt no pain. He was simply steeling his resolve.
Then his phone buzzed once more. Another message from Jae-gyeong.
– Director, the Chairman has arrived at the hospital. But it looks like he’s heading to the Emergency Room, not the Chairman’s Office.
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Meanwhile, Kim Do-yoon was in the midst of a commotion in the Emergency Room.
Despite his attempt at fraud, they couldn’t forcibly remove him as a patient.
“I’m just supposed to leave?”
“Yes, please discharge yourself. We cannot provide treatment. You can take copies of your medical records from your time here.”
Kim Do-yoon’s assigned nurse was one of the five who’d heard his confession.
Now that she knew what he’d been trying to do, her tone was anything but gentle. The nurse addressed him with minimal courtesy.
The other staff—including the Emergency Room attending physician—were equally firm.
“Pay for today’s treatment before you go.”
“More patients are coming soon. You need to leave right away.”
Just hearing the orders, it sounded like coercion. Kim Do-yoon pushed himself up from the bed at the nurse’s direction.
But resentful as he was, he wouldn’t listen to the staff. Then again, if he had any sense, he wouldn’t have started this mess in the first place.
“I can’t just leave. After all, my hand really isn’t moving right now. What am I supposed to do about this?”
Kim Do-yoon cared only about his own interests. After his scheme was exposed, even shame had abandoned him.
“Why are you asking us that? Go ask whoever gave you the Botox!”
Finally, the Emergency Room attending physician raised his voice at Kim Do-yoon’s shameless persistence.
The loud voice drew the attention of all the patients in the Emergency Room. As eyes converged on the scene, the uniformed staff shrank back.
Observant enough to read the room, Kim Do-yoon seized this moment and began escalating his demands.
“No, I can’t just leave like this.”
“We’re not treating you. This is defamation and interference with duties. If you keep this up, we’ll have no choice but to remove you by force.”
The security team quietly filed into the Emergency Room, yet Do-yoon refused to back down. In fact, he had nowhere left to retreat to. He stood right at the edge of a cliff.
Compelled to confession by the Control Gun, Do-yoon convinced himself he’d fallen into the Hospital Director’s trap.
So the Chairman had been right—the Director really did have a serpent’s tongue. What had he been thinking when he spoke earlier?
‘I’ve gone insane—I got played by the Director! Is the Chairman abandoning me? I was supposed to sell paintings to Korea University Hospital!! Could he be backing out?’
But no one intended to wait patiently for Do-yoon to finish his inner turmoil.
“Let’s discuss this outside.”
As suited men closed in around him, Kim Do-yoon threw himself flat on the Emergency Room floor and thrashed.
“No! I can’t go! Get the Chairman! I’ll go if I see the Chairman!”
“Who?”
“The Chairman. Chairman Han Myeong-jae.”
The staff flinched at the name. Their shock wasn’t from knowledge—it was from the opposite. They knew nothing.
“The patient’s asking for the Chairman? Suddenly?”
“I think I heard him mention the Chairman when he was meeting with the Director earlier too. Or was it not?”
“Oh right, there’s that board meeting, isn’t there. He’s probably there.”
Low-level staff don’t know much about the Chairman. Especially medical staff, most of whom see only patients all day before clocking out. The hospital’s inner workings are none of their concern—just as changing presidents doesn’t alter one’s daily life.
But just then, the person Kim Do-yoon had called for appeared in the Emergency Room.
At his entrance, the Emergency Room head nurse rushed out from inside.
“Welcome, Chairman. This is patient Kim Do-yoon.”
The head nurse smoothly guided Han Myeong-jae to where Kim Do-yoon lay.
Han Myeong-jae walked in with his hands clasped behind his back, as if out for a neighborhood stroll.
“I called for the Chairman… Chairman?”
“What is this commotion?”
At Han Myeong-jae’s appearance, the staff who’d been murmuring fell silent.
Watching him with ambition glinting in his eyes, no one needed to be told he held a high position in the hospital.

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