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Just completely screwed.

Might as well work.

The devilish emoticon (^^) Professor Kim Hyeok-jae sent still wouldn't leave my mind, but what could I do.

Tomorrow's disaster would be dealt with by tomorrow's me somehow; today's me had to get through tonight's night shift.

I finished up the chart for that Osung superfan uncle who had almost grabbed me by the collar and called me a scammer just moments ago.

You even turn writing one line on a chart into a whole drama, a drama.

I slammed the Enter key and leaned back in my chair.

The fatigue that rushed in where the adrenaline had drained away was vicious.

Even after the Osung superfan uncle had left, the ER door never got a break.

Because after midnight, the emergency room was a gathering place for people closer to abnormal than normal...