A novice mortician Mr. Kim, who takes care of death and a surgeon Dr. Jeon, who saves lives. They're in very different positions, but the distance between them is closing...
This Fiction includes:
Doctor Life: Mortician and Neurologist
Slice of life...
Sana: *shock* Bring that stretcher immediately... Take him to the room no. 07, Dr. Min will check him.
[After few minutes of checkup, Tae opened his eyes where he saw Dr. Min Yoongi. Thanks to Sana and Mina, now he knows about every doctor who is working in this hospital]
Tae: am... What happened to me?
Suga: it's looks like typical stress symptoms to me but just to make sure, shall we do an endoscopy?
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Tae: *nervous* ehh??
Suga: I don't want to put just any guess on your chart. I'm sure you'll feel better knowing the exact cause as well.
Tae: *scary* Oh, Ok Sir! let's do that then...
||After 1 hour||
[Tae was tired after endoscopy. Report was pretty normal but he has mild ulcer in his stomach. So, Dr. Min provide him some medications and suggested him to eat good amount of food on proper time. Tae went to the hospital canteen where he lazily picks some food and sit on an empty table.]
JK: *slowly* Hey mortician, how's your ulcer?
Tae: *gasp* huff! You scared me! Wha... How did you know?
JK: We're in same hospital! Of course I would know.
[JK sit just next to Tae and start having his meal]
JK: You look totally miserable. I thought you would be getting used to the job by now.
Tae: I'm trying my best but this job is kind of... maybe I'm not fit for this sort of Job...
[JK annoyingly clatter his chopstick]
JK: Do you want my sympathy? *Tae nod as no* Then stop complaining so much. If you have no pride in your job, then quit already.
[JK just took his food tray and shifted to another table]
Tae POV: *sadly* he is right! If I don't respect my own job, then how could I expect from others...
||Next Day||
[Tae is getting bored so he is roaming on the corridor when he saw something. He saw one old lady sitting on a wheelchair trying to write something but sadly her hands are shaking]
Tae: Ajumma... do you need my help?
Ajumma: *smile* I want to write one letter to my family. I want to inform them about my last stage cancer which can't be treated. Doctor said... probably I have 2 months left...
[Tae became sad and look down]
Ajumma: *laugh* no need to sad at all... I'm very happy... I'm going to meet my husband very soon. I'm already 77 years' old which means I've leaved enough. *caressed Tae's hair* Just help me to write this letter.
