27 27. Crossing point (2)

That was a strange day.

Neither did she date comedy unhappily, nor did she hear her pain that she didn't even think of.

But will all of this compare to what's about to happen?

I don't believe it, but maybe recent dreams predicted what would happen soon.

“Let's go get some coffee. ”

“Again?”

“I'm thirsty. Let's eat and go. ”

“Yes, I'll buy it. ”

Jinhyun nods, and comedy sticks behind him like a puppy and enters a cafe located under Namsan Tower.

“Welcome. ”

“Here is Ice America……. ”

Jinhyun, who was unwittingly ordering, stopped speaking.

A part-time female student who was receiving an order tilted her head slightly with an elegant beauty.

“A guest?”

“ ……. ”

Comedy also looked suspicious.

“Jinhyun?”

“ ……. ”

“Jinhyun?! ”

“Oh, uh... Here's two iced Americano, please. ”

Nolan Jinhyun hastily ordered.

“Yes, 8,000 won. ”

His hands trembled as he opened his wallet.

She has a worrying young face because she looks completely different from what she would normally feel if she were stabbed with a needle.

“Jinhyun, are you okay? Suddenly it seems like it hurts somewhere.... ”

“Ah... I'm fine. It's okay.”

Sitting at the table he shakes his head. What did he say, but I couldn't hear him at all.

"No way. ’

He bites his lips.

That part-time student looked exactly like his wife in the past!

‘No, I'm sure not. It's just a resemblance. I've never heard of part-time work here before. ’

He denied his thoughts.

“Coffee's out. ”

Taking coffee, he looked at her.

‘Yeah, I don't look alike. ’

That's what he thought. They don't look alike.

165 tall, calm smile, white skin, soft forehead, sculptural elegance, clichés under the right eye, cute protruding fangs under the left, quiet voice… nothing else resembled it. So they don't look alike.

“A guest?”

When Wen Ated looked at herself, she looked suspiciously.

Hye Mi also called out with a suspicious face.

“Jinhyun, what are you doing? ”

“Oh, no. ”

At that moment, Jinhyun felt a great conflict.

‘Shall I ask you a name? ’

Why don't you ask him? What are you gonna do if I ask you?

‘It's just a little resemblance. She doesn't even have a guarantee.

He shakes his head and comes out with a comedy and café.

Comedy asked with a worried face.

“Jinhyun, are you really okay? ”

“… Ah. ”

“I won't. Let's just go back. I'll take you home. ”

“Yes.”

Jinhyun agreed to go home. Suddenly, fatigue came. I'd rather just rest at home.

Comedy gave me a ride, but it wasn't.

I wanted to be alone.

* * *

Profit!

Hannam-dong, where the Jabalists gather.

Among other things, the sleek Porsche Sports Car stopped roughly in front of a prominently large mansion.

The black door opens up and a model-like man descends.

He was an idealist.

“Long time no see, Master. ”

“Yes, it's been a long time. ”

He smiled at the bodyguard who came out of the courtyard.

“Is he inside? ”

“Master.”

The guard hardened his face when he said, "That man."

The idealist shrugs.

“Oh, right. It was my father. I rarely see him, so I keep forgetting. But isn't it a little nonsense that I call him a father? ”

“… you are waiting inside. ”

“Yes.”

After a large garden and a few buildings, a large mansion appeared.

“Gasoline, I feel it every time I come here, but it's so spacious. This is a one-story villa, but my grandfather's house is a bona fide football stadium. ”

The bodyguard didn't answer.

“Welcome. ”

“Yes, it's been a long time. ”

An old man who served as a butler was beaten by an elderly man.

“You're waiting inside. ”

The old man led him deep inside the mansion. And there he was, the father of the great people and Lee Hye-mi.

“You're here.”

He was a middle-aged man with a loving face and a compassionate voice.

With a glass of wine in his hand, he smiled softly at the ideal.

“Sit down.”

“No, I'll just stand there. ”

“Why?"

“You don't like me sitting there. Because it's dirty.”

At that end, the loving smile of a middle-aged man is slightly loosened. But he didn't deny the ideals.

“What did you call it? ”

“Yes, because of the cord of blood. ”

Bloodwool, meaning the mother of an ideal people.

This man never calls her lover, mother of the ideal.

The only reason is because it's dirty.

“Why? I killed myself a few years ago, and what happened? You didn't care much, did you? ”

Above all, he asked.

“I hear you're often going to the toilet. ”

“I see.”

“Don't go to such a filthy place. I don't look good around here. ”

“ ……! ”

I couldn't help but notice the smile of the Aboriginal people. His fist faintly trembled.

However, he replied with a delicate voice.

“If you want, you can do it. You don't have anything else to say, do you? ”

“Yes.”

Above all, people turned their backs.

And then he said,

“Oh, I saw the grades this time. ”

“ ……. ”

“Even in high school, how long are you going to be in second place? ”

“ ……! ”

The man pulls out his tongue.

“I don't intend to inherit the hospital, but you have to do your part, right? ”

Above all, he smiled.

“Well, maybe it's because the blood is dirty. ”

And he came out without hearing the answer.

I'm on my way to the car, and I ran into another person who wasn't happy.

He was a different brother, an outlaw.

Lee had a contemptuous face.

“You're a slut! ”

After spitting without a katabuta, he passed by the ideal.

Lee, who was quite old, had already been appointed as a medical professor in the Korean medical school.

If you have a moderate career as a professor in the Korean medical school, you will be transferred to the family hospital.

Others, precious ones.

He himself is a gentleman.

The anomaly smiled even darker.

Boom!

The engine of the sports car rang roughly.

He runs like crazy on the main road, on the north bank of the river.

In the absence of a roof, the winds of convertible sports caras swept widely.

Even in the fierce breeze, the speed gradually increased. The more he ran like that, the darker his smile became.

Soon he entered his own office, where he lived with his mother from before.

Of course, his mother, who suffered from schizophrenia, was more often in a mental hospital than an office.

Bruise!

A small puppy came running out of his cage. It was the only thing in the whole world that pleased him.

He sat down near the front door and stroked his puppy and took out a cigarette and asked.

“Whoo.”

The puppy shakes his tail and licks his legs.

The Aboriginal people still had a dark smile.

“The world isn't comfortable, is it? ”

Bruise!

“You think so too, don't you? ”

Anomaly grabs the dog's neck and slowly lifts it up in front of her eyes.

Chirping?

The puppy is only a few months old, and his eyes widen and he looks at the Aboriginal people.

His smile darkened and turned into a clown with a sickle.

“You think so too, don't you? ”

Chirping!

His hands became more and more powerful.

The puppy whimpers like it's hard. But the more distressed the puppy was, the darker his smile became.

Peck.

Eventually, the puppy's collarbone was broken and his body grew colder. Urine leaked.

The idealist throws the corpse of the puppy he killed. A smile disappeared on his face.

“I need to buy another one. ”

It was a true voice without a mask, as cold as Abyss.

* * *

Jin-hyun couldn't stay asleep.

I kept thinking of her at the cafe under Namsan Tower.

‘Did you ask for a name? No, I'm not. What am I gonna do? ”

I thought this emotion would disappear soon.

But after the weekend, the fever didn't go away until the beginning of the second quarter.

“Jinhyun, I don't think I'm feeling well anymore. ”

“Ah... yes. ”

Jinhyun replied with dryness.

I don't feel like I'm studying, but I feel like I'm in the air.

Then one day, a young professor was teaching immunology.

“NK T cells are… lymphocytes are… B cells are… antigens…. Th is equal to CD4…. ”

Students fell asleep with a grueling expression on the alien language created by the combination of Korean and English. The young professor slams the blackboard with chalk.

“Let's not get sleepy! Wake up!”

But it was then!

Kim Jin-hyun woke up.

“Student Jinhyun? But why?”

When Jinhyun, who is number one in the first quarter, woke up, his eyes widened.

Did I hit the chalkboard that hard?

“Any questions or any problems in class? ”

“… I'm sorry. ”

“Huh?”

“I'm going out.”

“Huh? Huh? Student Jinhyun?”

“Jinhyun?”

Professor and Hye-mi called but did not listen to Jinhyun. After leaving the building, he took a taxi.

“Namsan Tower.”

As the cab runs down the road and stops at Namsan Tower, his head is white.

Why are you here? What do you want me to do?

Unlike the blank head, however, the body moved by itself and headed to the cafe at that time.

“Welcome. ”

The moment I heard the greeting, Mac was released.

It wasn't her.

“May I help you with your order? ”

I asked Albassan with a smile.

“Have you ever been a part-time student? ”

“Albassan? I'm the only Albassan here but you...? ”

“A week ago, a girl who worked the weekend. ”

“Ah……. ”

Albassan nods, as if he knew.

“That Albassan doesn't work now. In the first place, I was sick, so I decided to work as a solder bread only on the weekends.... ”

“ ……! Then, contact or name…? ”

“Well? I don't know? ”

“Don't you know? ”

“I don't know?”

Albassan called the President of Hand and asked him, but he did not perform.

In the first place, I only worked for a short period of two days on the weekends, and I didn't remember my name because I paid my allowance on the same day in cash, not by bank transfer.

“This guy... what was his name? He doesn't know the exact name. ”

“Ah... yes. ”

Kim Jin-hyun came out of the cafe.

He shakes his head under a lush tree.

‘Good. What were you trying to do, anyway? ’

He smiled bitterly.

That way, the encounter with her left only a bitter void.

* * *

And again, a year... two years have passed.

During that time, Korean medical students studied hard and spent countless hours with numerous exams.

But in those two years, there was only one thing that didn't change, which was the name of the chief and the deputy.

Kim Jin-hyun 1st and Lee Min 2nd.

It was a fact that did not change.

* * *

Then, in the middle of the third year of Bon and PolyClinic, the clinical practice of Korean medical students began.

Although he was a trainee, he was finally wearing a white doctor's robe again.

After the regression, it was eight years.

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