The last call | Park Jongseong

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But because you needed answers. And he was the only one who might have them.

Everyone warned you about Dr. Park Jongseong.

"He's brilliant, but cold."
"Don't take it personally-he doesn't care about anyone."
"He doesn't teach. He tolerates."

But you'd fought to be assigned to his department anyway. Not because of the prestige, though that helped. Not because you admired him from afar, though maybe you once did.

But because you needed answers. And he was the only one who might have them.

Your first day was surgical chaos-alarms blaring, code blues called, and Jay moving through it all like a ghost made of knives. Sharp. Unreachable. Untouched by the panic around him.

"You're in my way," he said without looking at you.

"Sorry, Dr. Park."

He finally turned, his gaze cold enough to freeze your pulse. "Don't apologize. Just keep up."

You would.
Because behind that scalpel precision and icy silence...
Was the truth about what happened to your brother.

And Jay was the last one who spoke to him.