Lookism: What Am I Even Doing?

Chapter 72

(Ila's POV)

"The most severe damage caused to your body during the accident was to your Patella, which is more commonly referred to as your knee cap. Somewhere during the collision, you received major fracturing along the bone which required surgery. Normally we wouldn't suggest physical therapy so early for someone in your state. The normal recommendation is after a couple months. Though, your body seems to have exceptional healing compared to normal adults. As you can see here most of the bone has already begun threading together in most areas in just a week."

A tiny doctor with short buzzed hair, thin glasses, and a hunched back looked over my X-rays with much interest. As he explained to me the 'before & after' pictures of my injuries, there was a strange gleam in his eye that unsettled me. Why did everyone I meet have to be stone cold crazy? I would like to work with someone who is normal. Just...normal. Please.

Turns out that this wasn't a hospital at all. I was actually in one of the higher floors of the Bird Garden hotel in a private room that has been completely emptied out. Since I was supposed to be 'dead' , hiding me in a public hospital would've been a hassle. So the solution was hiring a shady ass private doctor who probably got his license revoked to look after me.

No wonder the damn room was so pretty. I didn't mention it before but even though there wasn't much furniture in the room and the bed I was in was normal, the floor was covered in thick, lush carpet and the walls a light baby blue. There was a door in front of me that led to a restroom which I haven't been able to use. Though the hired nurses would open the door and step in to wash their hands every now and then.

The restroom was large. With one of those large bathtubs made of tile and sink with granite top. Even the mirror was large and round like the ones you would see in K-dramas all the time. It really was fascinating. Imagine having enough money to build a luxurious bathroom. You know, money that was earned by treating other people like fucking pieces of shit they would toss around like nothing.

"Oh, this is truly fascinating. The other doctor informed me of your condition but I refused to believe it until I came myself. Your other body structures are also quite developed. Take your bones for example, they can withstand almost twice the weight regularly needed to break." The doctor tilted his head curiously, "How fast would a car have to be moving to cause the damage it did to you then?"

Other doctor? It's become obvious that the two nurses and this whack-job aren't the only two looking after me. This 'other doctor' seems to be taking care of me behind the scenes. Now, the only other doctor that I know is Doc. That fucking crap eating, two-faced, boot licking psychiatrist.

I bet that's not even what he does. That fucker probably lied about that too! Looks like he's at least smart enough not to come in here. Heavily injured or not, I will not hesitate to throw that means balding ass out the fucking window! And second thing! When he introduced himself to me for the first time, he did so as Chin-hae!

Chin-hae! The same name as that other shit eating, two-faced, boot licking motherfucker! I bet that damn Doc did that to mess around with me too! Unlike the real Chin-hae and Jong-su, I'm not afraid of him. He can come in here and see what happens. I dare him.

"When am I started the damn physical therapy you sleazy raccoon looking fuck?"

He snapped out of whatever trance he was in and smiled at me, "Oh, your employer gave us the right away as soon as she left. Though I managed to convince her that you would need at least a couple more days for preparation which is why I waited until today to tell you. Surprise! Your rehabilitation starts now!"

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I leaned forward, giving him a cold stare, "I suggest you stop smiling before I rip it off your damn face."