Dr. Shin Seonhan: The Doctor Who Sees The Future [EN]: Chapter 61

Song Yoo-joo said.

Then Baek Eui-shin replied indifferently.

<……Pardon?>

Baek Eui-shin yawned.

Baek Eui-shin, famous for his taciturn charisma.

But his actual personality was a little different.

Rather than being taciturn, he had a slightly eccentric personality.

It was hard to predict when he would say something, or what it would be.

Because of that, everyone was wary of Baek Eui-shin.

Even the professors were like that, so how much more would the students be.

Among the students, Song Yoo-joo was the only one who could dare to have something similar to a ‘conversation’ with Baek Eui-shin.

Song Yoo-joo said, seemingly embarrassed.

Regardless, Baek Eui-shin changed the subject.

A male student, who was receiving counseling with her, froze and hurriedly ran out the door.

Soon, rough delivery foods were spread out on the table.

Jajangmyeon delivery for career education that happens once a semester.

Other people eat steak at least…….

Song Yoo-joo picked up wooden chopsticks with a sullen expression.

Baek Eui-shin said, mixing the jajangmyeon.

<…….>

The classmate who ordered the jajangmyeon quickly bowed his head.

Baek Eui-shin picked up the bloated jajangmyeon and said.

Baek Eui-shin’s explanation continued.

The more difficult surgeries a department has, the more difficult life is, and among them, thoracic surgery has particularly many emergency surgeries and difficult surgeries.

There are even situations where you have to run away in the middle of eating a bite of rice.

You never know when the surgery will end, so people order together, and when the surgery is over, the jajangmyeon is often solidified into a lump.

You don’t mix it and eat it; you have to bite it off like a rice cake.

Then another advising student cautiously asks.

Baek Eui-shin glared.

The student shut his mouth, whimpering.

People around him were confused by his unique way of speaking, which was hard to tell whether it was a joke or serious.

However, Song Yoo-joo liked Baek Eui-shin’s dry and cynical tone.

Song Yoo-joo quickly lowered the corners of her mouth.

But she was subtly falling for Baek Eui-shin’s wayward tone.

She could feel the human side hidden behind the world’s top authority.

Just as Baek Eui-shin was talking.

The phone rang.

Ring ring!

Baek Eui-shin shouted two monosyllables and hung up the phone.

Then he slammed the chopsticks down and cursed.

Harsher words came out of his mouth.

Then he gets up without even taking a bite of the jajangmyeon he had mixed.

The male student, who was eating jajangmyeon next to Song Yoo-joo, raised his head with a wronged expression.

Baek Eui-shin patted the male student on the shoulder and left.

Song Yoo-joo watched Baek Eui-shin’s back as he fluttered his gown jacket and left the professor’s office with sparkling eyes.

‘Somehow, he’s cool.’

Although it was a career counseling that was rushed through like grilling beans in a flash of lightning.

The memory of that day remained vividly for a long time.

She ended up completing her internship at Yonsei University and then applying to thoracic surgery.

Why did she do that?

Looking back, it seems like she wanted to overcome it.

The wall called Baek Eui-shin.

‘Of course, I didn’t know at the time…… that Professor Baek would retire so quickly.’

Song Yoo-joo lay in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Should she call it betrayal, or should she call it a sense of loss?

She couldn’t hide her empty heart for a while.

Is this what they call ‘Hyun-ta’ [a Korean slang term for a sense of disillusionment or emptiness after a significant event]?

It was like the feeling of a runner who was running a marathon and heard the news that the finish line had disappeared.

She can’t stop running, and she’s just moving her feet without a destination on an empty road…….

Maybe she’s been in that state ever since that day.

Tap tap.

Song Yoo-joo picked up her phone and entered text into the search bar.

The search results were only old news articles.

There is no information.

She doesn’t even know if he’s alive or dead…….

‘There aren’t many articles anymore.’

Song Yoo-joo blinked listlessly.

National hero?

It’s just an empty honor.

The people who once praised Baek Eui-shin like a hero are no longer interested.

After declaring his retirement and disappearing, the world seemed to be quickly forgetting him.

In the meantime.

Song Yoo-joo found an unfamiliar keyword in the search bar.

‘What is this…… Baek Eui-shin Wannabe?’

A face appears.

He’s wearing a doctor’s coat, and he has a youthful face.

It’s definitely familiar.

This month’s intern.

I didn’t know I’d see the face I saw during the day here again.

Song Yoo-joo played the interview video at the top.

The anchor in the screen asks.

Then, after a while, Seon-han answers.

Song Yoo-joo’s expression became strange.

You want to become a surgeon because you admire Baek Eui-shin?

‘There was another one besides me. A guy with a gunshot wound to the head.’

Sneer.

Song Yoo-joo chuckled lowly.

And soon, she threw her phone to the bedside.

She’s not very interested in others in the first place.

But.

She couldn’t deny that she was a little interested in her heart.

‘That guy’s name was Lee Seon-han…… I’ll have to keep an eye on him in the future.’

Of course, that didn’t mean she remembered his name.

She boasted a brain that was so brilliant that she was called a genius, but…….

For some reason, she was particularly weak at memorizing the names of people around her.

* * *

The first week passes by in a daze.

Lunch time.

I chose sleep instead of food.

I took a 20-minute nap at the dorm and returned.

Ding―

Just as I was about to go up to the 9th floor, I ran into Yeon-seo in the elevator.

“Seon-han oppa [older brother/male friend]. What’s wrong with your face?”

Yeon-seo asks, widening her eyes.

I yawned with messy hair and replied.

“Why are you asking when you know?”

“No…… I was just wondering if you’d become more haggard than I thought.”

Yeon-seo said that and smiled brightly.

Her eyes, looking at me playfully, are full of laughter.

“I told you, didn’t I? You’ll know once you experience thoracic surgery.”

“Are you doing better, Yeon-seo?”

When I asked, Yeon-seo playfully shook her hair.

It’s been a week, and her appearance has returned to normal.

It’s like watching an idol who came back to a music show after filming a jungle reality show.

“Can’t you tell by looking at my changed face? It’s only been a week, but my QOL [Quality of Life] is already different.”

QOL.

Quality Of Life.

It literally means ‘quality of life’.

It is a professional term that doctors often use to actively manage the lives of patients.

However, this term is also often used in everyday life.

In fact, interns ranked it on a site once.

As a result of the survey, family medicine and other departments ranked high.

On the other hand, the surgical department was at the bottom of the rankings.

“How is it? Is it hell? Don’t you think the internal medicine we rotated together in March was better?”

“It’s fun.”

“Fun?”

“Yeah, I’m getting used to the attending physician little by little, and it’s fun.”

Yeon-seo asks again, making an expression that she can’t understand at all.

“Aren’t the patients in the surgical department also terrible? There’s even a patient who took the large intestine and is using it as an esophagus, and there’s a patient with a hole in his chest that’s this big.”

Yeon-seo gestures the size of the hole with her fist.

In fact, in thoracic surgery, there are patients who have one lung resected and live with a hole in their body the size of an adult’s fist for infection control.

“That’s why it’s more fun?”

I said, making an expression that I couldn’t understand either.

“Well, Seon-han oppa was a fool who only knew surgery…… It’s no use teasing you, geez.”

Yeon-seo spits out a word as if she’s given up.

I chuckled and got off the elevator.

If I was going to be shaken by only suffering for a week, I wouldn’t have aimed for it in the first place.

And I actually find thoracic surgery fun.

* * *

“Seon-han hyung [older brother/male friend], patient Oh Jin-se’s LFT (Liver function test) is high. Aren’t you going to request a consultation?”

Ryoo Myung-in.

It would be more fun without this guy.

He’s meddling in other people’s business from the morning.

But I’ll let it go this time because it’s not wrong.

Because the test results came out while I was briefly going to the bathroom.

“The test results came out late, but thanks for letting me know. What’s wrong, are you helping me?”

“Should I say this much is a luxury? Hehe.”

That middle schooler’s way of speaking.

It’s still hard to get used to.

I’ve never seen a guy who actually laughs out loud, ‘Hehe’.

“Since it’s obvious who will get a good evaluation at the end of the month anyway, I can help you this much, hehe.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

I ignored Ryoo Myung-in’s words appropriately and focused on my work.

Well, it’s still fun to observe him these days.

“Hello!”

Just in time, Song Yoo-joo teacher appears.

Ryoo Myung-in greets her energetically and takes something out of his pocket and hands it over.

“Sunbaenim [senior colleague], please take this!”

Then Song Yoo-joo asks coldly.

“What is this?”