Before opening the door, Song Jong-hyuk had a lot of fantasies about his office.

Big, very comfortable, with a working atmosphere, is a small space that is completely your own.

After all, he was repeatedly boasted about by his brother, Emmi, Lee Jae-kyung and others, and Song Jong-hyuk himself felt that he before the car accident, as a doctor, should be very powerful.

Such a great doctor has a good office, it's not too much.

However, when he actually opened the door and saw what it looked like, Song Jong-hyuk was still a little disappointed.

An office of about three pings is not big, and the furnishings are not simple, but they are more ordinary.

Song Jong-hyuk shook his wheelchair into the room, closed the door with his hand, and looked curiously at the room.

In front of him was a boxy desk with a computer and some books.

To the left of the desk, a bookcase sits quietly, taking up almost the size of an entire wall.

Song Jong-hyuk leaned in and looked in through the glass door. The three shelves are filled with all kinds of books, and there is no gap.

"Technical Atlas of Thoracic Surgery", "Clinical Operation Manual", "Prevention and Management of Complications of Cardiothoracic Surgery", ...... What is this? ”

Song Jong-hyuk looked at the tome in the bookcase mixed with English and Korean, and scratched his head helplessly.

He gave up exploring the bookcase, turned his wheelchair, walked around to his desk, and looked at the neat stack of materials on the desk.

Diagnostic instructions, test sheets, surgical reports, ...... It's another lot of things that Song Jong-hyuk can't be interested in.

He turned his head, caught by the small calendar book sitting beside him.

Although several days have passed since the accident, the calendar is still on the page of August, and the numbers on the 27th are marked by a circle drawn by a black signature pen.

Song Jong-hyuk unconsciously picked up the calendar book and moved it to his eyes to look at it.

"August 27th, what does that mean to me?"

He muttered to himself thoughtfully.

According to the prosecutor's investigation, he set off from his hometown of Daejeon that day and entered the Gyeongbu Expressway.

So, if you are good, why do you go back to Daejeon alone?

Putting down the calendar book, Song Jong-hyuk still had some doubts in his heart. Immediately after, a picture frame under the computer screen made his eyes no longer move.

It was a three-inch frame, and the photo inside was supposed to be a family photo.

A middle-aged couple sat in the center, a little girl half-squatted in front, and three teenagers hugged their parents from behind, and the six of them seemed to be happy.

Song Jong-hyuk recognized Song Jong-ki on the far right at a glance. The brother in the photo has fair skin and delicate appearance, and there is basically no change from now.

"This guy is completely childish!" Song Jong-hyuk sighed in praise and stared at the person next to Song Jong-ki: "Is this me, when I was a child?" ”

is not inferior to his brother's handsomeness, nor is it the kind of delicate style, his angular face is full of energy, one hand is on his mother's shoulder, and the other hand is around Song Jong Ki's neck, grinning happily.

Looking at himself in the photo, Song Jong-hyuk seemed to be infected by the happy atmosphere, and couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth and smile warmly.

He rubbed his fingers over the frame, and his heart was full of emotion.

"Hello, Song Jong-hyuk."

"I am, Song Jong-hyuk."

Suddenly, the phone on the table rang, startling Song Jong-hyuk.

He looked at the tinkling phone and hesitated to answer.

Although I am the owner of this house, how should I deal with the unknown when I have lost my memory and don't know anything?

Song Jong-hyuk didn't stretch out his hand, the phone continued to ring for a while, and the other party finally hung up unwillingly.

Song Jong-hyuk just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but the mobile phone that began to vibrate in the hospital gown made him lift his heart again.

took out his mobile phone, and the big words "Grandma" on the screen scared Song Jong-hyuk almost to stop breathing.

What to do? What to do? It's Mom's phone! Do you want to pick it up? If you don't pick it up, you'll die, right? You're going to die, right?

After making such a difficult choice, Song Jong-hyuk still gritted his teeth and swiped the screen.

"Yo, yo Pusai?"

His voice trembled, nervous.

"Jonghyuk, ah......"

The voice came from the phone, sounding a little old.

Song Jong-hyuk's uneasy heart was instantly soothed by this call full of concern. His breathing calmed down, and his voice gained some confidence.

"Doll Mother ......"

"Why don't you answer the phone? Out of the office? Mom spoke very slowly, and the worry in her words was undisguised.

"Ah, you, mom, I'm in the office, but I've just had surgery and just came back."

Before Song Jong-hyuk's brain could react, his body was already instinctive and made up such a lie.

I didn't dare to tell my mother about the car accident, otherwise she would be worried.

With this in mind, his train of thought began to return to normal, waiting for his mother to ask questions.

"That's right," the mother's voice immediately softened: "Just now my mother watched TV, saying that on the day you left, there was a car accident on the highway, and the injured person was also surnamed Song, I thought it was you." ”

"How can you be a doll mother? I'm a doctor......" Song Jong-hyuk was frightened into a cold sweat and passed over with a haha.

He didn't dare to imagine that if he really let his mother know that he was injured and hospitalized, and even had amnesia, the old man could stand it.

"It's fine if you're okay. I'm just worried about you, too. Mom muttered earnestly, "You and your brother are busy in Seoul, remember to take care of yourself, don't be too tired, Araki?" ”

"Arazo. Don't worry, Mom, I'll eat and drink well. Complaining a little about his mother's nagging, it was naturally as if he had no amnesia, and Song Jong-hyuk himself was surprised by his disguise ability.

"This lying skill, sure enough, it's a player!"

Silently teasing himself in his heart, Song Jong-hyuk didn't forget to listen to his mother's speech: "Okay, you continue to work, I won't bother you." ”

Song Jong-hyuk hurriedly said: "I know my mother, hang up the phone." ”

"That, Zhong He, if you have a chance, make peace with your brother." The mother wanted to speak and stopped, and when she hung up, she said this again.

"What?" Song Jong-hyuk didn't hear clearly, and asked rhetorically.

"It's okay, so be it." Mom hung up the call in a hurry as if avoiding something.

Song Jong-hyuk took the phone in front of him, looked at the screen with blank eyes, and his thoughts had already flown to the side:

"Me and my brother?"

(Note: (1) Pyeong: The unit of measurement of area in Korea, one pyeong is about three square meters.) (2) Grandma, the official name for "mother" in Korean. (3) Doll mother, the colloquial name for "mother" in Korean. (4) Araki, which means "got it" in Korean. (5) Contestant, which means "playboy" in Korean. ）