CH 6

The moment he opened his eyes, he breathed a sigh of relief at the familiarity of the room.

‘A hospital.’

At least his upper body wasn’t detached.

Han Chasoo slowly scanned his body, recalling the final blow of the Frostgiant Wraith.

“…”

This is a bit severe, isn’t?

At this rate, it was enough to call him a mummy, not a patient.

If he wasn’t that injured, why did they overtreat him?

Han Chasoo frowned at the thought of the hospital bill.

As he checked his status, he heard someone running towards him.

BANG!

“Hyung!”

The door opened and Baeksun jumped in.

Han Chasoo, who hadn’t expected the source of the footsteps to come to him, looked at him in surprise.

“…Baeksun?”

When I called out to him in surprise, Baeksun made a shuddering face.

His eyes were bloodshot as if he had been up all night, and his pale hair was dishevelled.

It was somewhat frightening to see him glaring at him as if he were resenting him.

Han Chasoo cautiously asked.

“What’s wrong, Baeksun-ssi, did something bad happen?”

I hope he’s not misreading my emotional state after I fainted.

My heart seemed to freeze at the ghastly imagination.

“Of course, of course something bad happened, how can you say that so nonchalantly, me, I mean you, you pushed me down like that…. Hmph, I thought you were dead, I thought you were really dead…!”

What, this kid, why are you crying all of a sudden.

Baeksun began to cry nervously. Han Chasoo was puzzled. He looked even younger when he was crying.

“Hmph, off, off, off…!”

He’s hyperventilating. Han Chasoo hurriedly threw off the futon.

He felt the pain of the shattering porcelain doll with his whole body.

“Ouch!”

As soon as his feet touched the floor, the pain shot through his body.

By the time I realised the danger, I was about to break my nose.

“Huaak, hyung!”

“…”

“Th, thanks.”

Someone caught me as I plummeted to the floor. I barely caught my breath and looked up, my head snapping and freezing.

The scarlet eyes, like fire, were close enough to touch.

“Jung Yiheon?”

Why is he here?

The question flashed through my mind, followed by a plausible answer.

‘He’s here to thank me for saving his brother’s life.’

It was a burden, but not a bad one.

He’ll say a few words of thanks, tell you to take care of yourself until you’re discharged, and leave.

“I wasn’t expecting you to come in person, Guildmaster.”

“My guildmate is injured, of course I have to come.”

Jung Yiheon pulled him to his feet in a friendly voice.

“Haha.”

Han Chasoo laughed awkwardly and accepted his support.

“Oh, by the way, what’s the date today?”

“If you’re asking how long it’s been since Han Chaesoo lost his consciousness, today is the fifth day.”

“Ah….”

He’s been out longer than he thought. Han Chasoo nodded calmly.

All the while, Jung Yiheon’s scarlet eyes greedily swept over every inch of Han Chasoo.

His gaze travelled from the bottom to the top and met Han Chasoo’s eyes.

“My brother was unfortunately unwell and couldn’t come with me. He asked me to say thank you on his behalf.”

Jung Yiheon said with a personable smile.

“Thank you, I didn’t do anything that big.”

Han Chaesoo accepted his thanks with a humbled expression.

“But to hear that he’s not feeling well, how…. ugh.”

Suddenly, he frowned. It was because he felt his knees trembling helplessly.

Why did my body, which was like a class A assassin, feel so weak?

A hot hand rested on his back as he impatiently gritted his teeth to hold on.

”Let me help you to your bed.”

“Ah….”

Muttering a small thank you, Han Chasoo returned to his bed.

Baeksun approached him, rubbing his red, swollen eyes.

“A, are you okay, hyung?”

“I’m fine. But you’re older than me. From suddenly when….”

When did we become so close that you’re calling me hyung.

Baeksun’s eyes became moist once again as he understood the meaning behind the cloudy words.

Han Chasoo quickly grabbed his hand.

“Call me whatever you want.”

“Hyung!”

I wondered if he’d hurt his head in the dungeon. My cheeks stung as I glanced at his disheveled pale hair.

“…”

“…”

What’s wrong with him?

Jung Yiheon stood behind Baeksun, staring at him. It was as if he had missed his chance to talk to him.

“Um, Guild Leader, if you have anything to say to me….”

“Are you feeling well?”

“Ah, yes.”

He might have a bunch of bandages on his limbs, but he wasn’t dead.

“I’m alive.”

Han Chasoo replied, and Jung Yiheon’s brow wrinkled as he wondered what he didn’t like.

“Do you mind if I ask you a question?”

“Anything.”

“What the hell were you thinking?”

Uh…..

I wasn’t expecting this question.

I was expecting an interrogation along the lines of how you, a B-level producer, were able to defeat a boss monster.

‘He’s a nice guy, just like a fool.’

Han Chasoo cleared his throat, hiding the slightest hint of sympathy behind his eyes.

“Saving people is instinctive. I wasn’t really thinking about it.”

”Is that so?”

An unknown gleam appeared in Jung Yiheon’s eyes.

“Then….”

There was a short silence between the words before Jung Yiheon opened his mouth again.

Baeksun, who was looking at the two of them with strange eyes, said pointedly.

“Are you an idiot?”

“Huh?”

“What kind of fool would instinctively give his life for someone?”

Baeksun narrowed his eyes and barked like a threatening small dog.

Han Chasoo blinked, wondering what was wrong with him.

“What’s wrong with you all of a sudden?”

Tears formed in the corners of Baeksun’s round eyes as he returned his gaze, “I’m not hurt, why are you making a scene?

“If you hadn’t gone to that crazy… I could have been beaten to death by that filthy rag!”

Me?

“My, do you know how scared I was, that my hyung was really going to die. I, I was so scared I was gonna get killed by the door, I even reached out to that bastard with my own hands… Hmmm, I didn’t want to reach out to him even if he was gonna kill me….”

Baeksun’s sobs filled the room.

Jung Yiheon was about to say something, but he sighed and shook his head.

And Han Chaesoo broke out in a cold sweat, not knowing what the hell was going on.

‘What the hell, when did I save you.’

And who the fuck is that bastard you contacted.

What on earth had happened while he was asleep?

He felt like he was going to burst with frustration.

Luckily, after Baeksun’s crying subsided, Jung Yiheon filled in for the exhausted actor and gave Han Chasoo a general explanation.

“Baeksun said that he fell into a square while trying to reinforce the barrier, and Han Chasoo saved him.”

Ah.

No, that’s you.

Then I remembered that I was in an awkward position, so I threw it aside and covered up my emotional wounds.

“Keuheum.”

Baeksun snorted and looked at himself with a twinkle in his eye.

“I don’t know what you did with the production system…. Thank you, though.”

Baeksun, who was now speechless, seemed to genuinely believe that he had saved him with his life.

“If it wasn’t for you, I would have died there. No, not just me, but our entire raiding team.”

“…”

The intense gaze was so hot that it seemed to burn his cheeks.

Han Chasoo naturally dodged the arms that tried to embrace him, and asked Jung Yiheon the question he’d been wondering since he’d opened his eyes.

“Guild Leader. I’m sorry, but I haven’t seen the doctor yet, and I’d like to know when I can be discharged.”

“…”

“…”

“Is there something wrong?”

There was a chilling silence.

Jung Yiheon’s well-shaped lips pursed tightly, and Baeksun turned his head away, unable to meet his eyes.

“…If neither of you are willing to tell me, I’ll have to call a doctor.

I suppose.”

Han Chasoo, frowning slightly, tried to press nurse call.

Baeksun hastily restrained him. He spoke in a hesitant voice.

“…He doesn’t know.”

“What?”

“He doesn’t know if you’ll ever be the same.”

Tears pooled in his beige eyes.

“Your injuries were so bad, the wraith’s nails must have broken your spine and spread poison to your blood vessels and nerves. They barely saved your life….”

Baeksun’s eyes swept over Han Chasoo’s still trembling legs. A faint look of guilt and pity crossed his face.

Han Chasoo thought for a moment, then added the words that Baeksun couldn’t bring himself to say.

“So the bottom line is, I can’t live like I used to.”

Han Chasoo’s face was strangely sombre.

“Judging from your reaction, it’s almost impossible for me to go about my daily life.”

“Hyung, why do you say that?”

Baeksun shouted, his face contorting. His voice was rising.

“You don’t have to do that.”

Startled by the loud voice, Han Chasoo stared at him, and Baeksun’s eyes grew moist as he met his gaze.

“Ah, I’m sorry, hyung. Because of me….”

Baeksun buried his face in his hands again and began to cry, while Jung Yiheon sighed with a grim face.

A dark silence filled the hospital room.

Han Chasoo turned his head away and balled his fists tightly.

He didn’t want to leave the hospital feeling empty and miserable.

“Hah….”

He turned his head and saw the status window he’d left up before Baeksun.

[Regeneration (B) : All you have to do is not die. Time is on the side of the patient full recovery from poisoning, injury, loss, and physical damage only]

Why would Han Chasoo, who dreamed of leaving the company alive, take the risk of dying.

There was a part of him that believed.