Dr. Shin Seonhan: The Doctor Who Sees The Future [EN]: Chapter 96

#96 Reversal of Fortune (5)

As soon as I entered the room, I scanned the surroundings.

The chair in front of the desk, which was lined with three monitors, was empty.

The blank monitor displayed a chest X-ray and a logged-in EMR [Electronic Medical Record] screen.

“Excuse me……”

I started to speak but stopped myself.

The partially visible EMR screen showed dozens of unread messages, with alerts flashing.

It looked like a deluge of video interpretation requests.

Several video interpretation request forms, like the one I had prepared, were already piled on the desk.

‘Message box alerts and request forms… Isn’t this excessive?’

I frowned.

Of course, given the nature of the radiology department, work could sometimes accumulate rapidly.

Interpretation requests came in from all over the hospital, constantly.

But this… this was far too much.

‘What on earth is going on?’

Thinking that, I peeked further into the room.

A man’s voice, as if he were on the phone, drifted out.

“……No, baby, don’t you trust me? How many times do I have to tell you? You’re the only one for me.”

A man was sitting in a chair.

With the backrest reclined and his feet propped up on the desk, he was giggling into the phone.

The content of the call, however, was rather embarrassing.

I didn’t particularly want to eavesdrop, but the strange conversation kept reaching my ears.

“Oh, is my baby pouting? Okay, I’ll buy you the shoes you wanted…… Why is your wife even being mentioned? Fine, I’ll buy you something even better than what my wife has.”

I was dumbfounded.

He couldn’t answer calls because he was on a personal call?

And a married man with his mistress?

‘Unbelievable.’

I sighed.

Of course, it’s none of my business if someone is having an affair.

But shouldn’t work be getting done?

likely referred to a work cell phone, which should always be answered during work hours.

Of course, there were cases where it was combined with a personal cell phone line for convenience….

Still, ignoring work requests for an hour because of personal matters was unacceptable.

“Excuse me.”

“Ah, you startled me.”

Flustered—

The man covered the phone, startled by my voice, and turned his head.

Was he in his mid to late 30s?

He looked presentable enough.

But his eyes had a strange, jaded look.

I felt an instinctive aversion as soon as I saw him.

I knew immediately that this person was the radiology department’s notorious Dr. Choo.

“What is it?”

“There’s a patient who urgently needs a pre-op interpretation.”

“Okay. Leave it there.”

He waved me away dismissively.

But from my perspective, I couldn’t back down like this.

“It’s an urgent patient who needs to go straight into surgery. An acute SDH [Subdural Hemorrhage] patient…….”

“Ugh, seriously.”

Annoyed, Dr. Choo furrowed his brow and whispered into the phone.

“Hold on. I’ll call you back later.”

Click—

Dr. Choo ended the call and began to stare at me up and down.

His expression seemed to say, ‘How dare you interrupt me?’

I had heard many stories about him…….

So there really were people like this.

Facing him in person, I felt more amazed than angry.

“It was an urgent matter, so I had no choice but to rush you.”

“Damn, this intern is being so annoying.”

Smack!

Dr. Choo crumpled the interpretation request form I handed him like trash and threw it at my feet.

Wait a minute.

What did this guy just do?

I thought I had met quite a variety of people in the hospital, but this person was the worst.

Just because he was in a bad mood, he threw an urgent patient’s video interpretation request form on the floor?

“What are you glaring at?”

“……”

“Huh? Oh, look at this punk’s eyes. Are you going to hit me?”

Of course, not all doctors are good people.

Even in a field that deals with patients’ lives and health, there are very occasionally people who slack off depending on their mood.

This person is one of those cases.

Dr. Choo seemed to flinch for a moment at my hardened expression, but soon he became even more agitated.

‘I shouldn’t do this.’

Calm down.

I’m an intern.

The intern of ‘there’s nothing below an intern but the tile floor.’

I really have to suppress my temper for the next year.

I decided that when I came to Yeon-guk University Hospital, didn’t I?

Otherwise, I won’t be able to survive in the organization until next year.

And right now, the priority is to get the patient into surgery.

‘Still, this is infuriating. I can’t even hit him…….’

The moment I thought that.

Flash—

My vision went dark.

And suddenly, a scene from the future appeared.

* * *

‘Where is this?’

I looked around.

It’s definitely not a hospital.

A cafeteria lounge.

Seeing the night view of the Han River outside, it seems to be at least a 5-star luxury hotel.

‘A hotel out of nowhere…… What are you trying to show me this time?’

Let’s figure out the information first.

I checked the napkin on the table.

The Royal River Hotel.

It’s quite a famous hotel; even I know the name.

And the following scene is…….

A series of unexpected scenes.

“Baby, are you less angry now?”

The back of a man flirting with a woman by the window is visible.

I knew who it was at a glance.

It’s Dr. Choo, wearing casual clothes.

He was holding a glass of wine in his hand, and a young-looking woman was in his arms.

“I don’t know, I’m still mad.”

“Cheer up, baby.”

“Is your wife more important, or am I more important?”

“Of course, my pretty baby~”

Saying that, he stroked the woman’s cheek with one hand.

In short, it’s an affair scene.

This is like a trashy daytime drama…….

The moment I frowned at that thought.

Ring, ring—

Dr. Choo’s cell phone rings.

The word ‘Wife’ is written on the screen.

Dr. Choo told the woman to be quiet, raised his finger, and whispered into the phone.

“Oh, I’m busy with hospital work right now…… I’ll be home late. I’ll call you later.”

Dr. Choo said that and hung up the phone.

Then the woman who was in his arms smiled and glared.

“You’re trash.”

“Do you hate me because I’m trash?”

“No, I like it.”

“Hehehe. Let’s go up to the room quickly. I wanted to play with you so much that I finished my hospital work carelessly.”

Saying that, Dr. Choo wrapped his arm around his lover’s waist.

It’s sickening.

The moment I thought that.

Flash—

The location changes.

This time, it’s a home.

Christmas carols are playing from the audio in the living room.

But…… Dr. Choo’s appearance is unusual.

His eyes are bruised, and he’s hiding behind the dining table in his shabby boxer shorts.

He trembled like an aspen and shouted.

“Honey, honey! Put that down and let’s talk rationally!”

“Rationally?”

Smirk, smirk.

His wife is holding a large frying pan in her hand across the table.

She seems very angry.

You can feel the heat in her eyes, which are burning with fury.

“Did you think I was a pushover all this time? If you don’t want to get hit more with the frying pan, explain this right now!”

The wife points to the papers piled high on the table.

‘What are those papers?’

Things are getting interesting.

Suddenly, it becomes thrilling.

Is this why people watch trashy dramas?

Thinking that, I glanced at the table.

There were stacks of hotel receipt documents printed on A4 paper on the table.

50 times a year?

Goodness, that’s a lot.

Then he went to the hotel almost once a week.

Dr. Choo’s pupils shook as he checked the A4 paper.

“W…… Where did you get this?”

“The receipts were openly piled up in your email spam folder! Why did you go to that hotel so often?”

“……”

“What, hotel VIP status? Okay. I’ll cut your ticket to the afterlife as VIP today! Let’s die together!”

Whoosh, whoosh!

The cast iron frying pan is swung in the air.

A chilling wind sound begins to echo in the living room.

With a batting form no less than a major league baseball player, Dr. Choo gulped, completely intimidated.

“Besides, the visit history includes July 15th? You trash. That was even our anniversary! What on earth did you do at the hotel?”

“Seminar…….”

“Seminar? Don’t give me that seminar crap! Se-mi-nar?”

Thwack— Thwack, thwack!

One hit on ‘Se.’

One hit on ‘Mi.’

One hit on ‘Nar.’

The full-fledged beating begins.

It was a scene that went very well with the sweet and peaceful Christmas carol BGM, where Santa comes to give gifts.

“Ah, ah! Honey, I’m dying! My bones are breaking!”

Dr. Choo screamed as he was beaten.

But the angry wife’s frying pan had no mercy.

The wife cornered Dr. Choo and shouted.

“I knew something was wrong, so I checked everything. You’ve been playing around with young women since the beginning of the year? When are you going to grow up, you human!”

Then Dr. Choo’s mouth twitched unfairly.

It looks like he’s trying to say something?

Is he going to say ‘that line’?

“F, falling in love isn’t a cri……!”

Whack!

The frying pan finally hits his face.

And with a red bruise on his face, Dr. Choo’s teeth fly into the air.

* * *

Flash—

I came back to reality.

What did I just see?

This was the first time I had a future prediction like this.

It was like watching an abridged version of a trashy drama.

‘Well, anyway, it’s refreshing.’

It feels like drinking a cold glass of water on a hot day.

Even though it was a dream, I feel better after seeing Dr. Choo get beaten.

“What. What are you looking at?”

“Nothing.”

I held back my laughter and answered nonchalantly.

And I said the line I had been thinking about.

It was a method I had thought of in advance before coming here, in case something like this happened.

“Doctor, I’m sorry for disturbing you earlier. But this is Professor Lee Gi-hwan’s surgery, are you okay with this?”

“What?”

“The previous surgery will be over in 20 minutes, and if the video interpretation isn’t done, the next surgery will be delayed…….”

“You punk. Why are you telling me now?”

As soon as I mentioned the professor’s name, Dr. Choo suddenly changed his attitude.

He hurriedly picked up the interpretation request form he had thrown and said.

“I’ll send the interpretation results up right away, so go back!”

“Yes. I understand.”

Click—

I opened the door of the radiology department and left.

And on the way back to the operating room.

Suddenly, an idea pops into my head.

Should I put this into action?

The hesitation didn’t last long.

The next morning, I contacted Yeon-seo right away.

“Yeon-seo.”

“Yes?”

“Can you lend me a camera for vlogging?”

“A camera? It’s not hard to lend you one. But why all of a sudden?”

Yeon-seo asked, puzzled.

I shrugged and replied.

“I want to try filming one myself. A vlog.”