CH 69

Dr. Kang didn’t know the exact number of cups needed, so he made an estimation and lined the cups on the tray before handing them to the nurses. He smiled at them, and didn’t forget to give himself credit. “This is from me.”

“Thank you, Dr. Kang,” said one of the nurses.

“Thank you for the coffee,” another chimed in.

Just when Dr. Kang was about to sip his coffee, he spotted Yiyoung leaving the casualty department. He pretended to not notice her; his cheeks always flushed when she looked at him directly. She had a talent of making people feel pressured through her gaze, so he wanted to avoid her by all means.

Suddenly, a paramedic entered the ER, accompanied by the man nobody wanted to attend to.

‘Oh gosh, not again…’ Having to see that crazy patient again… Dr. Kang considered himself really unlucky.

The moment he saw the man’s face, he remembered what he had said to him last time. “You should go to the psychiatry department.”

‘Darn it, is he here to argue with me about what I said?’ Dr. Kang thought, ‘How can I avoid it?’

He scurried his way over to Yiyoung’s side, hiding his face with the coffee cup in his hand. Since Yiyoung cared about others so much, she would probably be able to take care of the situation once he explained it to her. “Hey, Dr. Yoon.”

Yiyoung stopped walking and looked at him.

“Here, I prepared this coffee, Dr. Yoon!” he said with a beaming smile.

Yiyoung turned her face away from him. “You can drink it.”

“Oh come on, I got it just for—” he tried to curry favor, but all of a sudden, a sharp pain rattled his bones.

“You b*stard, I’m not some psycho!” the crazy patient from before yelled.

Dr. Kang’s expression crumpled in shock. Scarlet blood soaked through his gown, pooling onto the floor beneath.

Everybody stared at the sight, frozen in shock; but Yiyoung shouted Dr. Kang’s name, hugging his collapsing figure.

“Cops!” The sight of blood was the most familiar one to Yiyoung, having to treat wounded patients at the ER everyday. But she had never witnessed someone getting stabbed in front of her, and in all the shock and panic, there was only one thing Yiyoung could manage to say, “Cops! Cops!”

A sharp pang of pain shot up the side of Yiyoung’s body.

“All these doctors act like they’re some deities. They all need to die!” The man pulled the knife out of her body and waved it around in search of his next victim. The security officers at the entrance of the ER bolted toward him.

Yiyoung slumped to the floor along with Dr. Kang, her gown soaking with blood, too. She felt her stomach, warm blood smearing on her hand. ‘Oh… my… What should I… do?’

Her mind started to shut down; she could not think or feel anything.

“Doctor! Doctor Yoon!” Yiyoung heard someone shout, but it sounded so far-away. The world around her blurred, and everything seemed so distant.

‘It’s scary… so scary…’ Blood stained her phone as she fumbled to take it out of her pocket, her hands trembling uncontrollably.

“Doctor! Doctor!” the shouts echoed in the distance.

‘Too far… I need help… Please… I’m so scared…’ With the last bit of strength left in her, Yiyoung called one of the numbers saved in her contacts, the ringback tone continuing for seemingly an eternity.

* * *

Cha Muyeol never attended a call during a meeting; all business calls were directed to his secretaries. There was no one else who would ever need to call him, except one person: Shitty Yoon.

When his phone vibrated in the middle of the meeting, Muyeol wondered whether Yiyoung was done with her shift, or perhaps she was drunk again.

Maintaining the frown on his face, he picked up the call. “Yeah, it’s me.”

Pin-drop silence enveloped the room; everyone was too shocked by the scene in front of them. For the first time, Muyeol had picked up a call during a meeting. But that wasn’t all. In an instant, his expression changed, he left the room in a flash.

* * *

Absolute horror gripped everyone present at the scene. It wouldn’t have been normal if they hadn’t been horrified. People would normally only hear about such incidents on the breaking news, but here they all were, having personally witnessed two doctors getting stabbed by some guy in broad daylight. All of them were in distress.

The security system was one of the features S hospital boasted about, but the aftermath of a violent incident was more than they could bear.

While the others started scampering around in panic, Professor Jung quickly arrived at the scene to handle the situation. As he calmed the other patients down, he directed Dr. Kang and Yiyoung to be transferred to the ICU. He moved to check on Dr. Kang, and got another doctor to check on Yiyoung.

The doctor turned to a nurse and asked, “What about Dr. Yoon’s guardian? Are they on the way?”

“I spoke to the guardian earlier. He said he was on the way,” responded the nurse.

“Okay. The hemorrhage needs to be controlled, but why is this…” the doctor exclaimed, “Oh, darn it!”

The bleeding was uncontrollable, and everyone grew anxious. This was their colleague. She had gotten stabbed right in front of them. And her hemorrhage was growing worse.

Professor Jung came into the room, done checking on Dr. Kang. “How is it? Did you control the hemorrhage?”

“Not yet…” the doctor replied hesitantly.

“What are you doing? Get it together!” Professor Jung screamed at the doctor before jumping in to take care of it himself, “If it was Dr. Yoon, the job would have been done by now!”

After the preliminary check, he lamented, “Oh no… She got stabbed in the spleen.”

“I’ll get the operating room ready right now,” said a nurse.

“Hurry!” yelled the professor.