“You again! Go bring a doctor, not you! Doctor!”
Han-yul Military Academy Teaching Hospital. Once again, the emergency room is having a headache over just one difficult patient.
It’s an everyday scene in the ER.
“The doctor is with a patient right now. Yelling like that won’t help.”
A female student stepped up to handle the difficult patient.
Her navy-blue long hair was neatly tied up in a bun with a hairnet, her olive-green eyes shining like gemstones, slightly below average height, and she wore a red cross armband on her right arm.
It was Choi Soo-eun, a second-year student of the Medical Division.
“Hey, didn’t you see I was here first? Why is that person being treated before me?”
“This is the ER. We treat emergencies first, not on a first-come, first-served basis. Didn’t you hear that when you registered?”
“So, you’re saying I’m not an emergency? Do you know how long I’ve been waiting?”
Some people just don’t get it no matter how well you explain things to them. Especially in the ER, it happens frequently.
Given that it’s a matter related to life, it’s not completely incomprehensible. Choi Soo-eun knows this much.
But.
This patient has gone too far.
Ever since arriving, they have been yelling and even made a younger peer from the Medical Division cry.
As a senior, she couldn’t just stand by.
“If you want to be treated on a first-come, first-served basis, you should have gone to the outpatient clinic. I can barely see any serious wound there. You’re making a fuss over a slightly scratched arm.”
“What, what did you say? Fuss? What did you just say to me? How dare you talk to a patient like that? Are you even a hospital staff member?”
The patient abruptly stood up. It was a burly man, much taller than Choi Soo-eun.
But Choi Soo-eun didn’t step back.
“What’s the problem? Do you want to file a complaint? You can do that, or you can go straight to the hospital director.”
“Are you crazy? Is this all because you’re relying on your dad’s power? Huh?”
Choi Soo-eun is actually quite famous within Han-yul Military Academy. Even though she’s not from the Combat Division, she’s well-known around the school.
Speaking her mind regardless of whether the person is a patient or not has added to her reputation. Choi Soo-eun being famous, however, largely has to do with the influence of her father.
After all, she’s the daughter of the minister of the Central Administrative Agency’s Hero Management Department.
“Right. I’m doing this relying on my dad. So, what’s your issue? What can you do to me besides raising a fuss in the ER? What can you do to me?”
“This girl is really…!”
Unable to endure any longer, the patient raised his hand. Incidentally, it was the injured arm.
Choi Soo-eun smirked. If he could move his arm like that, he didn’t need the ER, it was obvious.
“Hmph.”
Ultimately, the patient put his hand down.
He wasn’t completely senseless. After a quick glance around and reading the situation, he left the ER.
Bang!
But he left with a bad attitude, kicking over a nearby medical cart.
“Such childish behavior…”
She wasn’t going to chase after him. Having him leave the ER voluntarily was already satisfying enough.
Choi Soo-eun began to tidy up the scattered medical supplies.
“Huh, uh… Senior… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cause trouble because of me…”
After the situation was resolved, a junior came up. The junior, crying and sniffling, started picking up scattered items along with Choi Soo-eun.
“It’s okay. You’re still a first-year. It’s fine to cry, that happens. Everyone is like this at first.”
“Then, did Senior cry like me when you were a first-year…?”
“Well, I don’t think I did.”
She might have yelled back, but she never cried.
In fact, last year, she even got into a hair-pulling fight with a female patient.
From the patient’s perspective, one might think she doesn’t fit to work in a hospital.
Indeed, Choi Soo-eun last year, even as a first-year, achieved the remarkable feat of being the top-reported individual for complaints.
Of course, Choi Soo-eun doesn’t care at all.
“Senior being in the Medical Division is such a relief… Without Senior, I… I… Huuuuu…”
However, her evaluation differs within the Medical Division. Everyone likes Choi Soo-eun. Who wouldn’t like someone who effortlessly handles problematic patients that are otherwise difficult to manage?
Choi Soo-eun is nothing less than a hero in the Medical Division.
─Kiaaaaaa!
“Okay, please continue cleaning that up for me.”
A scream rang out from the ER entrance. Another emergency patient, perhaps?
Choi Soo-eun rushed over.
“Soeun… Soeun… That person’s face is bleeding…”
Choi Soo-eun’s medical school classmate was trembling and couldn’t close her mouth. Following her gaze, Choi Soo-eun saw a male student.
“Shin Yoon-seong?”
Now, she could identify him by just his back. That much of a regular visitor to the ER he is.
What part of him is injured this time? From what she hears, it seems to be around the face.
“Emergency Room. Is someone available to register a new patient?”
Shin Yoon-seong turned around. His face was completely disheveled. Red, white, brown… something was smeared all over it.
“Blood… no, ketchup…?”
The red, upon closer inspection, was ketchup.
The white was mayonnaise.
And the brown… was it pork cutlet sauce?
In any case, it smelled atrocious.
“Could you wash your face before registering?”
It was so absurd that all Choi Soo-eun could do was nervously laugh. There was even a piece of cabbage stuck in his hair. Did he dunk his head in a container or something?
“I would have washed, but…”
Shin Yoon-seong slightly looked down. He glanced at his dangling arms.
“My shoulders are dislocated, so…”
After wiping off the various sauces from his face and resetting the dislocated shoulders, Choi Soo-eun proceeded to disinfect Shin Yoon-seong’s wounds in a treatment room.
“Today’s injuries seem worse than before. What have you been doing?”
I have a rough idea of what he’s been up to.
The reasons Shin Yoon-seong gets injured and visits often involve antagonizing Arna, a member of the Combat Division, and getting thoroughly beaten.
“I was merely spreading the better way to eat pork cutlets.”
“…”
Choi Soo-eun almost let out an exclamation of “What did you say?” before quickly swallowing the words down her throat. Mentioning those words might lead the conversation into an awkward direction.
I really don’t want to hear about it. In such cases, ignoring it is the best course of action.
“Are you not curious?”
“…”
“Time was lunchtime…”
“Can you remain silent while I disinfect?”
Shin Yoon-seong can indeed be considered problematic. He has a knack for annoying people.
This type isn’t the same as the previous case that could simply be dealt with through brute force. He’s more complicated and tiring.
Ah, and by the way…
“Didn’t you bring flowers today?”
Whenever Shin Yoon-seong visited the ER, he always carried a bouquet of flowers, no matter how severe his injuries were.
And the recipient of these bouquets was none other than Choi Soo-eun here.
He would always present Choi Soo-eun with a bouquet while saying something particular.
─Will you marry me?
When she first heard it, she thought it was a joke. How could someone propose to someone they barely knew?
She naturally refused. But Shin Yoon-seong persisted, showing up in the ER every time from last year until this year.
Could it be that he purposely gets beat up by Arna just to visit the ER?
Ah, maybe I’m overthinking this.
“Hmm, bouquets…”
But today, Shin Yoon-seong didn’t bring any flowers, nor did he utter the usual marriage proposal.
Choi Soo-eun even tilted her head, wondering if this was the first time it had ever happened.
Kid, is this really the Shin Yoon-seong I know? Didn’t he lose his memory after dunking his head in a container or something?
“Ah, I see.”
Soon, Shin Yoon-seong seemed to remember something he had forgotten as he nodded his head and then spoke.
“Do you need a bouquet?”
“No, I don’t need it.”
Honestly, it’s more of a burden. It’s hard to deal with withering flowers, and it’s better not to receive them.
“Do you need them in the future?”
“Yeah. I won’t need them in the future.”
“Understood. I’ll stop bringing bouquets from now on.”
What is this? Is this the real Shin Yoon-seong who usually never follows directions and actually listens today?
If only…
“While we’re at it, could you stop coming to the ER so often? It’s kind of annoying.”
“That might be a bit difficult.”
So, he plans to continue challenging Arna. What’s the point of that if he keeps losing?
Still…
“Work hard. I like it when someone doesn’t give up and keeps challenging a rival they cannot defeat.”
There’s someone like that for Choi Soo-eun too. That’s why she ends up encouraging Shin Yoon-seong.
Of course, she has no intention of accepting his marriage proposals.
Chop!
She applied a last plaster. With that, the disinfection process was complete.
“You’re free to go now.”
“…”
However, Shin Yoon-seong didn’t get up. He remained seated, slowly looking around the treatment room.
“Is something wrong? Is anything amiss?”
“No. The disinfection was flawless.”
“So?”
Could there be something else he wants to say? Surely not a marriage proposal. Choi Soo-eun patiently waited for Shin Yoon-seong.
Soon, Shin Yoon-seong spoke.
“Do you happen to have any spare earplugs?”
“Earplugs? We do have them since they’re medical supplies. Are you planning to use them for shooting practice?”
“Something like that.”
From time to time, people ask for small items like adhesive plasters or band-aids. These requests are easily fulfilled.
After all, this facility is also a welfare service for Han-yul Military Academy.
“How many do you need?”
“About a hundred.”
“…”
Isn’t this a bit excessive?
At the cafeteria, I earned SP points as recompense for tormenting Arna.
This valuable reward came at the cost of my dislocated shoulders. I’ll carefully consider before using them.
─── Antdbari ───
Level: Unique
▶Active Skill [Locked] – Can be unlocked!
▶Passive Skill [Locked]
▶Function – No Acquirable Skills Available
Usable SP Points: 1
This item belongs to this character!
───
“This fking… Anyway, I can only choose one, right?”
There’s only one option to choose: Active Skill.
I quickly opened the skill tab.
─── Antdbari ───
▶Active Skill
[Telekinesis Lv.1: Skill Acquirable, Requires 1 SP Point]
[???]
[???]
[???]
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It’s said that spoons symbolize superpowers. And accordingly, a perfectly matching skill appeared.
Telekinesis, the ability to manipulate objects without physical contact. With just this skill, a dropped sock could easily find its way back into your hand.
Finally, a skill that seems useful. Next time I eat spicy chicken, I’ll use this skill first. How great would it be not to get the sauce on my hands?
“Let’s see…”
Let’s test it right away. Since the skill level is still 1, let’s start with something light, like the A4 paper on the desk.
Sssshhh─
It moved!
But the thing floating in the air wasn’t the A4 paper I was aiming for.
It was, precisely, a spoon.
Only a spoon floated in the air.
“Sh*t… Is this skill limited to spoons only…?”
Apparently, eating spicy chicken without touching it is not going to be possible.
