Bomb Drop (2)

And so, we arrived at the conference hall.

The massive hall of Daegu EXCO was already filled from early morning with the passion of K-medical professionals, or with the fatigue of people dragged here against their will.

I stretched out my crumpled body after getting out of the car and awkwardly adjusted my tie.

“All right, you two.”

Professor Cheon Eunjeong clapped as soon as she got out of the car.

Beside her was Lee Minjae, already wearing the look of someone whose soul had half fled the building.

“Since this is your second time here, you’ve probably got the gist already, right? You know what we’re doing?”

Professor Cheon grinned mischievously at me.

She seemed to remember how I had stood there, lost and clueless, when I was dragged to a conference for the first time last fall.

‘Ah, yes. I’ve got it.’...