Cardiothoracic Surgery (2)

“What time is it now?”

Jung Jae-sang muttered in a dazed voice.

His eyes were half-closed, and his focus was somewhere in the air beyond my shoulder.

I raised my left wrist and checked the time.

“Uh... it's 6:03.”

At that moment, something like a spark of life suddenly appeared in Jung Jae-sang's zombie-like eyes.

“Ah, um... just a second. Please wait one minute.”

He hurriedly yanked open the old steel locker in one corner of the residents' room, threw off his wrinkled, stained coat, and pulled on a spotless white coat.

After hastily straightening himself up, he rubbed his face once and looked at me.

“Yes. For now, um... I was assigned the role of guiding Dr. Han Hyeonjae.”...