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 8*~
"Victory comes from finding opportunities in problems"- Sun Tzu
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"Dr. Kang!" someone shouted, causing you to jolt awake. Eyes snapping open, you flinched at the loud noise, only to promptly roll off the bed with a loud thud. The impact sent a sharp jolt of pain through your shoulder, and you groaned, rubbing the sore spot as you glared up at the door.
Leaning casually against the frame, arms crossed, was none other than Dr. Min Yoongi, a smug smile playing on his lips. He didn't even have the decency to look sorry—just a single, subtle wince. "Could have knocked, you know?" you grumbled, pushing yourself up from the floor. Your limbs were stiff from the nap you took, and you stretched, cracking your neck dramatically. "Seriously, what are you? A banshee?"
Yoongi raised an eyebrow, entirely unfazed by your grousing. He strolled into the room with his typical nonchalance and plopped himself down on the chair beside the bed. You crossed your arms, shooting him a sleepy yet annoyed glance. "So," you started, raising a brow, "what brings you here screaming like a dying whale?" Your voice was laced with sarcastic drowsiness; after pulling a late shift the day before, you had crashed into the on-call room like the walking dead, hoping for some decent shut-eye.
Yoongi ignored your insult, which immediately set off alarm bells. Usually, he'd have retorted by now with a glare sharp enough to cut glass or a sarcastic remark to put you in your place. The absence of his usual snarky comeback made you narrow your eyes in suspicion.
"Yoongi," you asked, tilting your head as concern replaced your earlier irritation, "what's wrong?" You searched his face carefully, noting the weariness in his expression, his normally sharp eyes dimmed by something that unsettled you. Yoongi rarely showed cracks in his cool, aloof demeanor—he was the picture of calm and control, always with a dry joke or a sharp jab at the ready. But now, sitting in front of you, he looked... troubled.
