Everyone's Han Hyeonjae (2)

That lunchtime.

I was walking with Son Jongun along the absurdly artificial walking path set up near the hospital.

The rain that had been pouring down during the monsoon season had vanished as if it had never happened, and in its place the traces of that rain... remained.

It was humid.

In short, the discomfort index was at its peak.

Son Jongun came over holding an iced Americano in each hand, handed me one, and started talking.

“The kid’s fever is completely under control.”

“The fever? Oh, that DADA2? Confirmed?”

For now, it still had to be confirmed by testing.

“Gene testing is going out. Clinically, it’s almost certainly valid. We’ve ruled out almost all the other diseases... It’s basically a done deal.”...