#170 Rival Match (8)
Song Yoo-joo’s piece looked perplexing at first glance.
To start, the paper was neatly folded into a triangular shape several times.
And it was jaggedly cut out in places, as if teeth were missing.
‘What is that?’
Silence filled the room.
It was peculiar that the paper was folded, but it didn’t seem to form any particularly meaningful shape.
However, Sun-han noticed something.
‘Oh? That’s….’
Soon, he understood Yoo-joo’s intention and was impressed.
‘I get it. There was a reason why she only used two graspers at first!’
He was newly impressed.
As expected of Song Yoo-joo.
He thought she was like a robot, but she was a person with not only skill but also outstanding instantaneous inspiration.
Meanwhile, the professors were still struggling to grasp the idea.
“What is that?”
“Well….”
“Of course, using graspers to fold paper neatly isn’t easy… but I don’t know what the content is.”
Except for a few quick-witted people, everyone else looked puzzled.
Soon, the host asked Song Yoo-joo for an explanation.
“It would be faster to unfold the paper than to explain it.”
“Yes.”
Song Yoo-joo’s answer was concise.
The host carefully picked up the paper with a dubious expression and gently unfolded it to the left and right.
And soon, everyone’s eyes widened.
“Ah…!”
Exclamations burst out from all over the hall.
A snowflake.
It was a snowflake-shaped paper craft.
When folded, it doesn’t look like anything, but when unfolded, its true form is revealed.
The seemingly meaningless cuts create a symmetrical structure within the hexagonal shape.
The overall neat and tidy shape reminded me of Mr. Kim Young-man’s origami from old TV shows. [Kim Young-man was a popular origami artist who appeared on television.]
It was the most efficient and beautiful paper craft that could be made in 5 minutes.
The host was excited and surprised.
Soon, the professors grabbed the microphone and laughed in vain.
They had tried to keep Song Yoo-joo in check this year, but they had to admit that they had failed.
“Song Yoo-joo is Song Yoo-joo after all.”
“I liked the idea of not being confined to just a flat surface.”
“She was confident that she could fold the paper into perfect proportions. She proved that she can use laparoscopic instruments as freely as her own hands.”
“It should be seen as a result of both technical skill and creativity.”
As if they were judges on an idol audition program, praise that the professors wouldn’t normally say came out of their mouths.
“So, my score is….”
Unanimous.
It was an undisputed victory.
Soon, the final rankings were announced on the screen amidst everyone’s cheers.
1st place – Song Yoo-joo
2nd place – Byun Gyu-nam
3rd place – Chun Sa-yeon
3 years in a row!
Song Yoo-joo was as indifferent as usual, even after achieving the feat.
Her expression was as calm as if she was saying, .
On the other hand, Byun Gyu-nam laughed happily, satisfied with 2nd place.
Chun Sa-yeon was only smiling with her mouth. She seemed upset that she had lost to Song Yoo-joo again this year.
“Okay, smile!”
Click, click!
After the awards ceremony and commemorative photos, Ma Dong-seop approached with a sly smile.
“Hey, Song Yoo-joo. What are you going to do with the latest laptops you get every year?”
“I’m going to use them like this.”
Thwack!
Song Yoo-joo hit Ma Dong-seop in the solar plexus.
“Ugh.”
“Milky skin this and that?”
Ma Dong-seop was being beaten with the latest 17-inch laptop box.
Of course, no matter how much Song Yoo-joo swung it with her slender arms, it had no impact on his bear-like body.
“Okay, everyone, thank you for your hard work. The head of the Human Resources Development Team has reserved a restaurant on the first basement floor of the main building, so if you have time, please have lunch and leave!”
As all the events came to an end and people were leaving, Sun-han approached Yoo-joo and asked.
“Ms. Song, how did you think of making a snowflake?”
Then Song Yoo-joo replied as if it was nothing.
“Everyone liked it when they were young, right? Like making Christmas tree decorations.”
When they were young?
Everyone looked puzzled.
It’s hard to imagine Ms. Song Yoo-joo as a child.
I felt like even if she was asked to decorate a Christmas tree, she would have gone into the study saying,
“……Why are you all making those faces? I had a childhood too.”
Song Yoo-joo added, with a sulky expression, an objection that wasn’t an objection.
* * *
That evening.
In the interns’ lounge, Ryu Myung-in’s bragging continued for a while.
“Wow, the performance of these wireless earphones is great these days.”
“Myung-in, we know you got first place, so stop showing off.”
“…….”
“Myung-in?”
“What? I couldn’t hear you well. Is it because the earphones are too good?”
“Ugh, I hate seeing that.”
Joong-won hyung frowned and turned away from Ryu Myung-in, then asked me.
“But Sun-han, didn’t you get a prize? You were tied for first place.”
“I got it too.”
“Oh~”
In my hand was the latest Buds Pod Pro, still unopened.
The PR team leader insisted on getting two prizes and giving them to me.
“Wow~ Sun-han, that’s great. But why aren’t you wearing them yet?”
“I was going to test them out as soon as I got back today.”
As soon as I returned to the dorm, I put the earphones in my ears and played music.
It was a moment of anticipation to see what kind of performance they would show.
“Oh, what?”
I was surprised.
As soon as I turned on the noise canceling function, my ears became muffled and the noise was blocked.
Is this the power of the latest technology?
It was as if I was underwater, and everything was quiet.
This would definitely protect my peaceful sleep…….
“…….”
No way.
Geun-wook’s snoring easily penetrated the soundproof system made with the latest technology.
Latest earphones vs. Kim Geun-wook.
The winner of the final match was Kim Geun-wook.
I sighed and pulled the blanket over my head.
#Where He Is Going (1)
San Francisco Airport.
People are bustling about under the October sky, with large contrails drawn across it.
Step, step—
A man walks busily.
Is he middle-aged or elderly?
Gray hair, stubborn-looking eyebrows.
A demeanor that suggests he won’t waste even a moment of time is ingrained in him.
He is pulling a large suitcase, and his strength seems considerable for his age.
“Mr. Baek, please slow down!”
Two people followed him at a fast pace.
One was an exotic mixed-race woman, and the other was an elderly man.
With the relaxed and optimistic eyes typical of Californians, anyone could see they were father and daughter.
“Mr. Baek, why are you in such a hurry? The plane to Korea isn’t going to run away.”
The man’s tone was subtly resentful.
Soon, the three stopped in front of the departure hall.
“Were you uncomfortable during your stay?”
“Yeah, I even got to experience a luxurious villa life thanks to my rich friend.”
“That’s a relief.”
“But your daughter bothered me so much that I couldn’t even rest.”
The woman retorted, flaring up.
“Wow, that’s too much. I brought you food and fruit every day because I was worried you’d starve to death, and this is how you treat me?”
“Don’t get angry, Jacqueline.”
“I am angry!”
“Excessive sympathetic nerve activity can cause arrhythmia [irregular heartbeat].”
“……You know that when the doctor who performed heart surgery on me says that, it doesn’t sound like a joke, right?”
Baek Eui-shin’s unique way of speaking makes it hard to tell whether he’s serious or joking.
The elderly man smiled and said at their trivial conversation.
“Anyway, come visit anytime you want to rest again. You are my daughter’s benefactor.”
Benefactor.
Baek Eui-shin brushed off the word.
Baek Eui-shin didn’t think he was the kind of person who deserved to hear such words.
More than a decade had passed since the little kid who had heart surgery in his hands had grown up.
It was just one of the hundreds of surgeries he had performed, and Baek Eui-shin didn’t attach much meaning to such past events.
“By the way, Mr. Baek, what are you going to do first when you go back to Korea?”
“I’m going to eat fruit first and then think about it.”
“Fruit?”
“American pears don’t taste good at all. Thank you for everything.”
With those words, Baek Eui-shin walked inside the terminal.
It was a farewell without a proper greeting.
The two looked at his back with complicated expressions.
“……Mr. Baek, will you eventually return to the hospital when you go to Korea?”
At Jacqueline’s words, the man said with a heavy heart.
“Yeah, that man only has one place to return to anyway. Because he only has one thing he’s done his whole life.”
Doctor Baek Eui-shin.
He was definitely a respectable person.
But at the same time, he was also a being that aroused pity.
He suddenly thought that Baek Eui-shin’s last appearance looked like a large animal.
To burn the last flame of life, when the time comes, he begins a long journey to find his hometown.
* * *
The pages of the calendar turn.
Being inside a hospital where a constant temperature is maintained makes you insensitive to the changing seasons.
There are even interns who work wearing clothes suitable for all four seasons.
However, people visiting the hospital started wearing coats one day.
That’s right. October had arrived.
‘Looking closely, the scenery of the hospital is also changing little by little.’
I looked out the window.
A time when green leaves are changing into their respective colors, such as yellow and red.
The time was coming when our interns would have to decide on a career path that suits their respective colors.
“Joong-won hyung [older brother/friend], it’s October now, have you decided where to apply?”
Geun-wook, who was staring blankly at the TV in the dorm lounge, asked Joong-won hyung.
“I’ve decided on anesthesiology. Anesthesiology is a free competition. There’s no pre-arrangement.”
“Is there competition? Then your intern grades and the resident exam in December will be important?”
“That’s right. Well, it doesn’t seem like there’s been a month where I’ve been particularly targeted or failed…….”
“Hehe. The last hurdle remains. October is the last month that goes into your grades.”
“Yeah, so the discipline is tight!”
Joong-won hyung makes a motivated gesture.
In this situation, some people express it like this.
Of course, scoring continues after October, but it is not included in the intern grades required for resident applications.
Since this is the last month that goes into the grades, it was also a time when everyone finished looking at each other and began to decide which department to apply to in earnest.
“What about you?”
When Joong-won hyung asked back, Geun-wook rubbed his nose with his index finger.
“Well, I still don’t know. There are a few departments I’m thinking about…… I sometimes think about going back to my alma mater.”
“Why, we have to watch soccer together at dawn while we’re residents!”
“Um…….”
An answer doesn’t come easily.
That’s understandable.
Because it’s a moment when one of the directions of life is decided.
Geun-wook, who usually doesn’t seem to have much to worry about, can’t help but have a lot of thoughts right now.
“Didn’t you say you were interested in surgery? I’ll give you amazing anesthesia for the patient. Let’s have a collaboration in the operating room!”
“Hehe. Anyone would think we’re becoming professors at Yonsei University Hospital.”
“Think about it carefully. If you’re going back to your alma mater, there’s no point in doing an internship at Yonsei University. Why did you apply here?”
At the serious question, Geun-wook answered with a serious expression.
“To be honest now, the female teachers in the promotional brochure were too pretty.”
“…….”
Looking back on life, you sometimes decide on your career path for unexpected reasons.
Just like I happened to watch the Baek Eui-shin documentary.
Or, like high school students who choose liberal arts because they hate their physics teacher.
Surprisingly, you see many cases where trivial reasons determine a person’s life.
What turning points will our interns experience in their respective lives this October?
And what kind of ending will my internship year be heading towards?