Chapter 153
Chapter 153
He really looked like the man Suhyuk saw in his dream.
The man who appeared in his dream, wearing a mask. And the patient lying in bed with an oxygen respirator over his face.
Suhyuk was looking at him with a surprised look.
Was he mistaken?
There were many who resembled each other in the world.
Still the patient kept attracting Suhyuk’s attention.
He looked as if he would talk to Suhyuk at any moment after opening his eyes.
When Suhyuk was standing frozen like a stone statue, Han checked his condition carefully again.
There was nothing troublesome.
"I’ll be back again, sir."
Covering the patient with a blanket Han turned back, and looked at Suhyuk who was standing blankly.
"What are you doing? Let’s go."
"Ah, yes, sir."
Soon he left the room with Han.
Walking down the hallway with Han, Suhyuk opened his mouth,
"Was he a professor in our college?"
Han nodded his head, adding, "He was a very good professor."
"May I ask what kind of person he was?"
With a smile, Han said, "Shall we go outside?"
Both of them went out.
Pulling canned coffee from the vending machine near the no-cigarette booth, he gave it to Han.
"Thanks."
He lit a cigarette that Han was holding in his hand.
"Huuuuuh…"
A stream of smoke that filled his lungs all the way down was blown out.
And he talked as if he was reminiscing about his mentor.
"He really took excellent care of the patients…"
Han reeled off various stories about him:
He was a hard-working doctor. Though he had a family, he stayed at the hospital all the time as if it was his home. The most hours he slept in a day was only five. On those days with no surgery scheduled, he would teach juniors all the time. Though he was exhausted by fatigue, he never revealed it. He was smiling all the time, playing jokes to cheer up the medical staff. Yet he was a strict doctor before patients. When the medical staff made mistakes, he scolded them harshly enough to make them shed tears, but he cheered them up over drinks when his anger melted away.
In short, he was a genuine doctor with touches of humanity.
Everybody respected him.
"That is how he fell sick, consumed by his work," said Han.
Suyuk nodded his head when Han was done with talking about his mentor.
But Suhyuk’s mind was confused.
Was he the same man that appeared in his dream? He felt he could identify him if he could hear the patient’s voice.
"What’s wrong with you?" asked Han, looking suspiciously at Suhyuk’s hardened face.
"Nothing particular, sir."
Suhyuk made a bright expression and looked at Han.
What was clear to Suhyuk now was that Prof. Jung Jisuk, now lying in bed, was a great doctor.
As Han said he was his mentor, Prof. Jung was really such a great doctor.
Parting with Han, Suhyuk got on the elevator.
Walking down the hallway, Suhyuk stopped and looked at the patient’s room before his eyes.
Suhyuk came back to the VIP room where Jung was hospitalized.
Looking at the name quietly, he opened the door silently and went in.
There was n.o.body there this time.
"……"
Standing near the patient, Suhyuk opened his mouth,
"Prof Jung Jisuk. Was it you, sir?"
Beep. Beep.
Instead of his reply, only the machine monitoring his condition emitted sound.
Suhyuk sat on the sofa beside the bed, and murmured to himself,
"I lost consciousness when I had an accident. I had a dream back then. In that dream I spent many years with a man. I performed countless surgeries with him. I got a good scolding many times and was given many praises along the way."
Suhyuk stood up, as if he was reminiscing about that time, and looked at him.
"Was that man none other than you, professor?"