"It doesn't matter if I don't want to be a doctor, please don't punish anyone else!"

Looking into the dean's eyes, Song Jong-hyuk said with difficulty, but with great certainty. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The dean's eyes narrowed for a moment, almost squeezing into a thin invisible slit. The sharp gaze, like a sword, stared at Song Jong-hyuk's face.

Song Jong-hyuk only felt a tingling pain on his face, and the juniors were cold, like a thorn in his back. But he held on, staring firmly at the dean.

After a long time, the dean finally looked away, but his face was still full of seriousness.

Song Jong-hyuk breathed a sigh of relief, involuntarily raised his hand and touched his neck.

Feeling wet in his hands, he actually broke out in a cold sweat under the pressure of the dean!

Without saying a word, the dean leaned over and took the teapot on the table, put a teacup in front of Song Jong-hyuk, and poured it slowly.

"Jonghyuk, would you like to listen to my nagging?" He didn't look at Song Jong-hyuk either, but said lightly. Although it was an inquiry, there was an unmistakable affirmation in the words.

"Inside, dean, please have something to say." Song Jong-hyuk wiped the sweat from his forehead without moving, and didn't dare to make another mistake in front of the dean.

"Let's put aside the identity of the dean and subordinates, today, I will only persuade you as an elder, okay?"

The dean removed the teapot and pushed the filled teacup over.

Song Jong-hyuk hurriedly clasped his hands and obediently listened.

"Let's talk about the current situation in our hospital. As I told you earlier, I'm really nervous. The dean's face was serious.

"Thoracic surgery is a key department of our Samsung Seoul Hospital, and many patients come from abroad. Your section chief has been gone abroad for half a month, and it will probably take another month to finish the work there. The situation of the three deputy section chiefs who were supposed to take over was even more complicated. One is about to retire, and his heart is no longer in the hospital. The other two, both trying to squeeze out the other, are waiting to take over the position of section chief. But those two bastards, one is a mediocre straw bale, and the other is irritable and irritable. I really can't help it, so I let you take over and manage the day-to-day affairs of thoracic surgery. ”

He turned his head to look at Song Jong-hyuk: "Drink, you're welcome." ”

Song Jong-hyuk hurriedly moved the teacup in his hand to his mouth and took a small sip,

The dean smiled: "To be honest, you did a really good job, you didn't embarrass me or your teacher!" He put his hand on Song Jong-hyuk's shoulder as a sign of relief.

But then, the dean sighed again: "That day, I heard that you had a car accident, but I was frightened, for fear that you would make a mistake, and I would not be able to explain it to your teacher." Fortunately, you are blessed with a great life, and nothing serious. I also thought to myself, when your body recovers, I will add some burden to you, after all, young people still need to exercise more to have a chance to become great. But now you're telling me that you'd rather give up being a doctor than ......."

The dean didn't continue, his face was full of embarrassment, and Song Jonghyuk himself was embarrassed.

He hung his head in shame and explained in a low voice: "Dean Nim, it's not that I don't want to be a doctor, maybe you don't know it yet, I hurt my head in a car accident and now I have lost all my memories. ”

The dean was stunned, and the hand that was originally on Song Jonghyuk's shoulder unconsciously moved away.

Song Jong-hyuk didn't notice it, and continued to say to himself: "Now I am like a blank piece of paper, and my mind is completely blank. The world, for me, is unknown. Even my family, friends, and even lovers—"

He couldn't speak, choked up, and his voice became much hoarse: "For me, it's all strangers. ”

The dean patted Song Jong-hyuk's arm in embarrassment.

"Well, Jonghyuk, don't be so pessimistic......"

"I've forgotten all that medical knowledge! I don't know how to use those instruments! Can I still treat those patients? What should I do with the families of those patients, in the face of their longing and hopeful eyes?! The more Song Jong-hyuk spoke, the more excited he became. He just wants to take this opportunity to vent all the disappointments and resentments he has accumulated in the past few days.

"The most important thing is, what qualifications do I have to bear other people's lives like this?! ……”

As if out of strength, Song Jong-hyuk smiled bitterly, and at some point the body that stood up no longer had the strength.

"I'm sorry Dean Nim, I was so rude."

He finally relented and muttered an apology.

"Jonghyuk," the dean sat on the sofa next to Song Jonghyuk, put his arm around his shoulders, and said intimately: "I know the bitterness in your heart, it doesn't matter, just say it, just say it." ”

Song Jong-hyuk was so moved by these words that he almost burst into tears.

"Isn't it just amnesia? It's not a life-and-death serious illness that scares you! The dean complained unhappily.

"Dean Nim......" Song Jong-hyuk called embarrassedly.

"Needless to say." The dean stood up and turned back to his desk: "The technology in our hospital is so advanced, are you still afraid that you won't be able to recover your memory?" ”

"Well, I'll give you three months to think about it again, it's a big deal after all."

The dean persuaded.

"During this time, you also have to cooperate with the hospital's treatment, maybe you can get your memories back?"

"If after three months, you still make up your mind that you don't want to be a doctor again, then I can't help it......"

After saying this, the dean sat down in his chair.

"But ......" Song Jong-hyuk still wants to fight for it again.

"Huh?" The dean raised his head, snorted softly, and looked at Song Jong-hyuk.

It's this kind of oppression that people can't refute again!

"Okay, I got it."

Song Jong-hyuk didn't dare to say anything more, so he could only respond helplessly.

"Remember to close the door when you go out."

Song Jong-hyuk turned his wheelchair and pushed it to leave, only to hear such a laughing shout from behind him.

"Bang", the door closes, separating the inside and outside of the door.