Golden Time (JungYong)

78

That night. 

Suhyuk made the rounds for each patient's room, checking their conditions as usual.

Inside one room was a 32-year-old man. 

With an IV on the back of his hand, he was snoring heavily on the bed.

Smiling gently, Suhyuk looked down at him.

He was a patient who underwent laparoscopic cholecystectomy.

"You'll get better soon."

Then he moved to another patient's room.

She was suffering from a traumatic diaphragmatic hernia due to an accident caused by falling.

She was also fast asleep, with her eyes closed.

She could have had a chest wall incision caused by the fall, but she was very lucky.

If she had arrived at the hospital a bit later, she might have been in a dangerous condition.

"Stay healthy."

Adjusting the IV fluid hung on her arm, he soon went out of the room.

Suhyuk kept taking care of patients like that, and soon he was done with the day's work.

Walking through the hallway, he took out his cell phone.

He leaned against the wall. The cool feeling of the wall he had on his spine seemed to cool off his head.

Suhyuk then called someone.

"Looks like you've made your decision."

"Yes, professor."

"Ok, then. What do you want to do? I'm not forcing you to do this."

"I'd love to go to the United States."

There are many patients over there who are in need of a doctors' care.

In his mind he thought of his father getting into a taxi, moving with a limp, and his mother who tidied up his gown. 

"I thought you would say that. You had better get a passport first. You have to go directly to the Immigration Office. You have to prepare many things. Therefore, you don't have to come to the hospital starting tomorrow. Let me tell the hospital director in advance."

"Thank you."

After calling him, he went back to the lodging.

Arriving there, he touched the door knob all of a sudden.

It was a resting place for him where he could take a nap.

When he entered, he saw the double bed first.

His room mate was not there. Most likely he would still be taking care of the patients.

Suhyuk perched on the bed, and touched the mattress as if he was caressing it.

It was soft. Once he lay on the bed, he fell into sound sleep just like a log.

Everything in the room seemed afresh to him.

One single gown hung on the hanger, and the stethoscope before the bookshelf, and a pen next to that.

With these accessories, he met a lot of patients.

Suhyuk smiled at that. He would not be leaving for forever.

He would come back in one year, which in of itself, was not that long a time.

Suhyuk began putting his stuff into a box.

As for his things, he had only a few. 

One box was enough for his stuff.