Doctors- People who are given the stature next to God. It happens so mostly because they are lifesavers who work tirelessly for mankind. Moreover, being a doctor is considered one of the most sought-after professions. People want their kids to becom...
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~*Chapter 3*~
"Success is not final, failure is not fatal. It is the courage to continue that counts"
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Six months. It had been six excruciatingly long months since that disastrous day—the day you let your anger take control, the day your dreams unraveled like an old sweater. You felt like you were stuck in a nightmare with no exit, desperately clawing for a way out but getting nowhere fast. Your relentless attempts to secure a position at various hospitals had all been met with cold rejections. It turned out that the vindictive threat from that insufferable man had been all too real. News had spread like wildfire, branding you as the "Junior Doctor who threw coffee on her crush." What a charming reputation to have, right? No hospital in Korea was eager to take a chance on someone labeled a hot-headed amateur.
The weight of your failure bore down on you like an anchor, dragging you into a pit of despair. For the first time in months, you hadn't visited your parents—an unwelcome departure from your once-monthly ritual. How could you face them? How could you look into their eyes and admit that all their sacrifices—the blood, sweat, and tears your father had poured into funding your education—had led you to this point of utter disappointment? You felt as though you were drowning in shame. Every time you thought of their faces, a knot tightened in your chest, reminding you of the debt you owed them that you could never repay.
To make matters worse, bills piled up on your table like the remnants of your shattered dreams. Electricity and water bills lay there, staring at you, taunting you with reminders of your financial ruin. You were broke, barely scraping by, and the day you sold your car felt like another nail in the coffin of your once-promising future. You used to drive around with hope, but now you felt like a passenger in your own life, drifting aimlessly without direction.
Maybe accepting that job at Willow Green Clinic wouldn't have been such a bad idea after all. If you had swallowed your pride and taken it, perhaps you wouldn't be sitting here now, nursing a bottle of soju in this dingy diner, drowning your sorrows in liquid despair.
You tipped the glass back, feeling the icy burn of the soju slide down your throat, an agonizing reminder of your current state. You slammed the glass onto the table with a force that made nearby patrons flinch and glance at you with mixed expressions of surprise and judgment. But you didn't care.
