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The sterile air of the operating room hung heavy with anticipation. Lisa, her brow furrowed in concentration, meticulously worked on the delicate surgery, her every movement precise and controlled. Hours bled into each other, the only sound the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor and the occasional whispered instruction from her team. The tension in the room was palpable, a silent testament to the gravity of the procedure.
Finally, with a sigh of relief, she finished the procedure. The weight of the operation lifted from her shoulders, replaced by a wave of exhaustion that threatened to pull her under. But she knew she couldn't afford to rest just yet. The storm brewing in her personal life was waiting for her, a tempest of emotions she couldn't escape.
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Veil of Truth
The door to her office was ajar, revealing the familiar silhouettes of Dr. Kim Jongjin and Dr. Krystal Jung. They sat perched on the edge of her desk, their faces a mixture of concern and apprehension. Lisa knew what awaited her inside. The whispers, the questions, the unspoken anxieties - all bubbling to the surface after her recent encounter with Jennie.
She had tried to avoid this moment, to push it aside, but the inevitable was upon her. The two doctors, her closest confidantes, were her anchors in the storm, but their presence also brought a wave of guilt. She had tried to protect them, to shield them from the turmoil in her own life, but she knew she couldn't keep it bottled up forever.
Lisa's mind drifted back to the days when she was a carefree twenty-year-old, her heart innocent and open. Krystal, ever the protective friend, had seen her through heartbreak and heartache, holding her hand through every storm. But now, years later, Lisa felt a pang of embarrassment. Krystal still saw her as that fragile young woman, unable to handle the complexities of love and loss.
Jongin, on the other hand, was a different kind of friend. He was the voice of reason, the calm amidst the chaos. He understood the weight of her responsibilities, the pressures of her profession, and the complexities of her relationships. But even he, with his quiet wisdom, couldn't fully comprehend the depths of her current turmoil.
The door creaked open, and Lisa stepped inside, her shoulders slumping under the weight of the unspoken. The storm was about to break, and she knew she had to face it head-on.
"How was your six-hour surgery?" Jongin, the chief of surgery, inquired, his voice laced with concern.
"Exhausting, but the patient's safe. He just needs to be monitored," Lisa replied, her voice weary. Jongin gave her a reassuring tap on the shoulder, a silent acknowledgement of her dedication.
