Nutcase (3)

“What? It’s not?”

Jeong Jae-sang, who had stopped, came over beside me and widened his eyes.

His voice was full of disbelief and bewilderment.

That was a perfectly natural reaction.

In the ER, emergency medicine had dismissed it as a case that looked like a thoracic surgery problem.

The on-call cardiology and thoracic surgery doctors had already finished the initial screening, and even Professor Ju Gwangho, the aortic specialist, had personally taken the call and ordered the OR opened.

But then the resident on dispatch had casually glanced at the tablet screen and stopped them, saying the diagnosis was wrong, so from thoracic surgery’s point of view, they had no choice but to be dumbfounded.

I stared hard at the CT image the ghosts had pointed out and answered.

“Uh, from what I can see…”

I trailed off...