Spring Conference (4)

After the guardian had calmed down a bit.

The patient’s daughter, still sniffling as she repeated her thanks over and over, took a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped her eyes.

Mr. Kang Youngsik cleared his throat and patted his daughter’s back.

Watching that awkward but warm scene, I instinctively knew this was not my place.

I was destined to head back to the ER right this instant and see patients like a drunk who’d fallen and split his chin open, or a child suddenly burning up with fever.

In other words, staying in a place overflowing with that heartwarming mystery and emotion of life was not really my thing.

I half-lifted myself from my seat and spoke as cautiously and politely as I could.

“Ah, sir. It looks like the professor needs to see outpatients now, so… then I’ll head back to the ER…”

“Huh?”

Just as I was about to get up and flee, Professor Kang Hyunjoon’s low, heavy voice grabbed me by the ankle...