Golden Time (JungYong)

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"What do you mean?"

"Like I said, I'd like to see and check your children's health conditions."

His mother's eyes became wide, but she made a smile in no time.

'My son's kind-heartedness never goes away!'

"Oh, you're a doctor! You must be proud of your son, who's tall and handsome," The director said, smiling brightly, but her face soon became dark.

"What should I do? We don't have a facility for you to do that. Though I appreciate the offer very much. How good-hearted you are!"

Suhyuk smiled, saying, " It's okay. I can go to their rooms. Do you have first-aid kits?"

"Oh, you don't have to… I really mean it."

Suhyuk made a smile again.

"I noticed wounds on some of your children here and there. Even small wounds can cause tetanus by inflammation."

Pondering over his suggestion, the director soon showed a smile, saying, "Hold on a minute."

When the director went out of the office, Suhyuk's mother asked, "Are you not tired?"

"I'm okay, mom. It'll take some time, so you can go home first."

"How can I go home alone when my son is taking great pains here."

Suhyuk smiled gently. Knowing she would not go home despite his strong urge, he did not ask her anymore.

"Okay, you can take a break here then."

At that moment the director came back, with a large first-aid kit.

"This is all I have right now."

Handed over the kit, he opened it to find all kinds of ointments, dressings and disinfection medicines. That was enough.

What was lacking was only a first-aid room.

As the orphanage was small, they did not install such a room. 

"How many children are there?"

"Thirty three in total."

"Got it."

Looking at his mother, Suhyuk smiled at her.

"Ok, work hard, son!"

Suhyuk headed to the second floor, and moved to the nearest room.

The room was not large, with three double-beds.

Six children who seemed to be elementary school students sat at their desks, moving their pencils. They seemed to be doing their homework. 

"Hello!"

At his voice, they turned their heads to him.

One boy opened his eyes wide. He was the very boy who picked up Suhyuk's sausage at the dining hall. 

"You must have been doing homework."

"Yes," said the boy, and then he fixed his eyes on the workbook, with a frown.

Suhyuk came closer to him, and saw that it was a math workbook.

"What year are you in?" asked Suhyuk.

"1st year, sir."

With a smile, he stroke his head, "You must be smart."

'"I have to be smart because I want to be a doctor."

"Why do you want to be a doctor?"

"My mother and father were in a traffic accident, but died because the doctors could not treat them. When I grow up and become a doctor, I'd like to treat such people."