Golden Time (JungYong)

52

A week passed. 

Suhyuk seemed to have collected blood like crazy.

Although he also did things like disinfection and simple tests sometimes, the main task assigned to him was blood collection. 

'It's the first time I have collected so much blood like this… And all that in just one week.'

"Intern, sir, can I ask you to collect blood from patient Lim Harin?"

Nurses began to ask him for a favor like that without any hesitation.

Suhyuk nodded his head gladly. 

It was a basic examination practice to analyze the blood of a patient and at the same time, it was a very important job to do, because blood can reveal a clue to figuring out the identity of most diseases. 

So, even if it's a simple technique, Suhyuk took blood with a good sense of duty.

Morning time passed and lunch time came.

Fortunately, he was done with his assigned quota of blood collection, so he moved to the elevator to go out.

At that moment, he heard a woman's voice.

"How come you disinfected it that stupid way? It's such an easy job. Didn't I tell you not to make a mistake?"

Suhyuk's head turned to the side at the sharp voice.

Resident Oh Heejin was frowning, looking at her intern peers.

She swept up her hair as if she could not calm down her anger. 

Sizing up what they were talking about, the intern made the patient's wound open more while he was disinfecting it. 

She then noticed Suhyuk.

"Have a good lunch."

And then she opened her mouth again, "Just be like him, no more or no less. Nurses call him 'One-shot, One-kill' Can't you solve it with only a couple of attempts?"

Suhyuk, who bowed his head to her, laughed bitterly and entered the elevator.

He could see the intern's face when the elevator door was closed. He felt sorry for him somehow. 

Suhyuk came out and looked around. 

"He said he would pass by not too late..."

Suhyuk called somewhere. sounded out the recorded automatic message.

"Is he busy?" 

When he was about to make another call, someone said, "Hey, Suhyuk".

He turned his head to the side at the familiar voice. 

A man wearing a white suit and a black tie. A figure as handsome as a model, Dongsu.

"I was not late man. I went to the bathroom." 

"What's wrong with your hand?"

He was wrapping a blood-stained bandage on his hand roughly. At his question, Dongsu opened his mouth with a peek at his hand,

"I'm a bit hurt because that son of a bitch struggled like hell."

"Did you go to the the site where the detective caught the criminal?" 

It was not once or twice when he questioned the appropriateness of Dongsu's profession.

The prosecutor Dongsu was following criminal suspects ahead of the detectives.

"If you are doing things like this, why did you become a prosecutor instead of a detective?"
Dongsu responded briefly, "Because the prosecutor has more to show off."