Yoongi had always prided himself on his resilience and tolerance for pain, but the persistent ache in his shoulder was beginning to wear him down. For weeks, he'd ignored it, hoping it would subside on its own. He had too much to do, too many responsibilities, and the thought of surgery was daunting. It was only when the pain started affecting his music—his passion and solace—that he finally made the decision to see a doctor.
The hospital was a sprawling, modern building with a facade of glass and steel. Yoongi walked through the entrance, his expression a mix of determination and apprehension. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the air, mingling with the distant hum of machinery and the low murmur of voices.
He approached the reception desk, where a nurse with a kind smile greeted him. "Hello, how can I help you?"
"Hi, I'm Min Yoongi. I have an appointment with Dr. Lee," Yoongi said, trying to keep his tone casual.
The nurse checked her computer and nodded. "Yes, Mr. Min. Please have a seat, and the doctor will be with you shortly."
Yoongi sat down in one of the chairs, glancing around the waiting room. It was a typical hospital setting—rows of chairs, informational posters on the walls, and a television playing a muted news channel. Despite his attempt to remain calm, his mind kept drifting to the upcoming procedure. He was scheduled to receive four injections into his shoulder joint to help alleviate the pain and inflammation. While he was usually good with needles, the thought of them going directly into his shoulder made him uneasy.
After what felt like an eternity, a nurse called his name. Yoongi stood up, rolling his shoulder slightly and wincing at the sharp pain that followed. He followed the nurse down a corridor lined with examination rooms, finally stopping in front of one with a plaque that read "Dr. Lee."
"Dr. Lee will be with you shortly," the nurse said as she gestured for him to enter.
Yoongi stepped into the room, taking in the clinical surroundings—the examination table, the medical instruments neatly arranged on the counter, and the computer displaying his medical records. He sat down on the edge of the table, his fingers drumming nervously on his thigh.
A few minutes later, the door opened, and Dr. Lee entered. She was a middle-aged woman with a warm, reassuring presence. Her eyes were sharp and intelligent, and she carried herself with the confidence of someone who knew her craft well.
"Hello, Mr. Min," she said, extending her hand. "I'm Dr. Lee. I understand you're here for treatment for your shoulder pain?"
Yoongi shook her hand and nodded. "Yes, that's right. It's been bothering me for a while now."
Dr. Lee smiled sympathetically. "Shoulder pain can be quite debilitating. Let's take a look, shall we?"
She performed a thorough examination, asking Yoongi to move his arm in various directions and applying pressure to different points to gauge his reaction. Yoongi gritted his teeth as she pressed on a particularly sore spot, his shoulder protesting with a sharp pang.
"It seems like you have significant inflammation and possibly a rotator cuff issue," Dr. Lee said, noting his reactions. "I recommend we proceed with the injections to help manage the pain and reduce inflammation. These injections should provide relief and might help postpone surgery for the time being."
Yoongi nodded, bracing himself for what was to come. "Alright. Let's do it."
Dr. Lee began preparing the injections, drawing the medication into syringes. She explained each step as she went along, her voice calm and professional. "We'll be administering corticosteroids to reduce the inflammation and a local anesthetic to help with the pain. There will be four injections directly into the shoulder joint."
