Love Story in College
Chapter 24
Choi Suryon, who came back from the bathroom, laughed when he saw Suhyuk.
"Come for a drink . "
Suhyuk looked at him, shaking his head.
His collarbone was clearly visible under his pale white neck.
Perhaps because of the drinking, his neck was colored red.
"I think we should refrain from drinking anymore."
"No, don't stop. Cheers!"
Drinking a cup of soju instantly, she wiped her lips and looked at him.
Every time he drinks, his uvula moves up and down.
"What do you see?"
Hearing Suhyuk's voice, he awoke from his mind.
"I'm saying this may be because I drank, but you look more handsome today."
Now he looked at her, with his chin resting on his hand.
Suhyuk drank water while laughing.
Choi's gaze was fixed on his neck.
"Don't you think your clothes show too much skin?"
He looked at his chest at Suhyuk's question.
It wasn't open to see the vest.
"The other girls were wearing clothes like this. It feels like you came from the Yi dynasty a few hundred years ago."
Although Choi said that, as a rule, she did not like to wear clothes that were too tight or open. Why and for whom she wore such clothes …
Choi, laughing, holds his glass and pours alcohol into his glass.
At that moment he suddenly turned his gaze to his phone.
The message is shown on the screen. Hiding him, he held his phone.
"I'm going to go to the bathroom."
Walking with short and quick steps, he went out and called somewhere.
"Geez, are you anywhere near here?"
"Yes, do you have a lot to drink? Drink enough then let's go home together."
He hesitated for a moment at the sound coming out of his phone.
ith her eyes full of regrets . Then, in his eyes was Suhyuk, who was seen behind the bar window, looking into his eyes full of regret. However, Choi's suffering did not last long.
"Yes, I'll be right out."
Entering the bar, she said, as if she really felt it was regrettable, "Sorry, I have to go first."
His friends responded strongly.
"Yes, yes, you should leave quickly if your sister calls."
"Don't worry about us. See you tomorrow!"
"Hey, what's wrong with you? Isn't it normal that you hold me?"
He, shaking his head, waved his hand at Suhyuk and said to himself,
“Today is the only day for this. See you tomorrow . ”
Like him, Suhyuk also waved his hand.
As soon as he disappeared, their eyes started to shine.
"Well, tell them we want to join them quickly! Join in!"
"Wait."
Suhyuk had no choice but to shake his head.
***
***
Choi, who came out, walked for about 10 minutes. And then he stood still at the side.
In a very short time, a black foreign car stopped in front of him.
As usual, Choi opened the car door and sat down next to the driver.
He dressed casually, and held on to the steering wheel.
Hiding behind a hat, with eyes shaded by it.
"You drink a lot, right?"
He shook his head at his question.
"No, just a little. Very little."
It was true that he drank a lot, but he vomited it in the bathroom as he drank.
"I can smell alcohol on your breath. You'll be scolded again for drinking like that."
Choi's expression darkened on his words. But he laughed very quickly, too,
"I'm not afraid at all because I can go home with you, brother!"
Opening the window, he inhaled the wind with his chin in his hand.
The blowing wind moved Choi's hair in a friendly manner. Maybe he's driving for about 30 minutes.
Soon they arrive at a large single-family house.
The garage door opened and a luxurious foreign car came in. Inside is very large.
Choi, who got out of the car, swept his head and sighed for a while.
"Come in . "
The man moved first, followed by her. When he entered the terrace, he adjusted his clothes.
"I'm home . "
The man's voice made a brilliant smile on the middle-aged woman's face.
"Son, where have you been?"
"I've seen a friend for a while."
His father, who was sitting on the sofa, also welcomed his son.
"Have you eaten yet?"
Choi then came to the living room.
"I'm home . "
When he said that, there was a momentary silence.
They frowned at him. And it only lasted a little while.
The father directed his gaze to the TV without saying anything, and the middle-aged woman only spoke to her son. They act as if Choi is an invisible person.
He lowered his head and turned to his room.
At that moment, the mother opened her mouth, glancing at Choi, "Are you drinking?"
He stood up without raising his head.
"Little . "
"It doesn't fit in with students like you. Tut, tut's."
With a light smile, the man sided with her, saying, "She drank with me."
"really? You said you met your friends …"
While the mother and child exchanged conversation, Choi lowered her head once and then entered her room.
"Hhhh …"
Leaning against the wall, he sighed.
He stared at the dark ceiling, and then he turned on the lights and sat down in front of the table.
He took a small photo from his wallet and looked at it. In the photo, her mother and father, who were watching TV a while ago, held their hands. And among them was a girl who was smiling brightly in her childhood. He was really happy until then. But unhappiness comes without warning and without sound. His mother died and he was brought to this house by his father when he was nine years old. Then she realized that her father had already had sex with another woman before her mother died. That was the beginning of his unhappiness. The new mother treated him as if he was an invisible person. His father did the same.
When his mother died and he set foot
in that house, they did not care about him except to feed him and tell him to sleep. So he became an invisible person, like a ghost.
No, there's one person who recognizes his existence. That's his stepbrother.
He always cared and cared for her. When she is sick or sad, she always takes care of her. And even as the years passed, he never changed.
Then one day. He had an accident. Fortunately, he recovered unharmed.
But when he had the accident, he felt as if the sky was about to collapse.
The feeling that the only person in this world who sided with him would disappear forever …
"Lee Suhyuk," he muttered the name, recalling it.
Her brother still suffered from nightmares in the past.
He enjoys taking occasional naps while watching TV in the living room.
Several times he saw her wake up flabbergasted, touching her throat.
Every time he did that, he muttered Lee Suhyuk's name, wiping away the cold sweat.
Post-traumatic stress disorder. Horrible memories from the past continue to cause a man to create a panic reaction, which then disintegrates him. Lee Suhyuk was the root of this. Then he could realize one thing. It was that she found some work to do for her brother.
Choi, who came out, walked for about 10 minutes. And then he stood still at the side.
In a very short time, a black foreign car stopped in front of him.
As usual, Choi opened the car door and sat down next to the driver.
He dressed casually, and held on to the steering wheel.
Hiding behind a hat, with eyes shaded by it.
"You drink a lot, right?"
He shook his head at his question.
"No, just a little. Very little."
It was true that he drank a lot, but he vomited it in the bathroom as he drank.
"I can smell alcohol on your breath. You'll be scolded again for drinking like that."
Choi's expression darkened on his words. But he laughed very quickly, too,
"I'm not afraid at all because I can go home with you, brother!"
Opening the window, he inhaled the wind with his chin in his hand.
The blowing wind moved Choi's hair in a friendly manner. Maybe he's driving for about 30 minutes.
Soon they arrive at a large single-family house.
The garage door opened and a luxurious foreign car came in. Inside is very large.
Choi, who got out of the car, swept his head and sighed for a while.
"Come in . "
The man moved first, followed by her. When he entered the terrace, he adjusted his clothes.
"I'm home . "
The man's voice made a brilliant smile on the middle-aged woman's face.
"Son, where have you been?"
"I've seen a friend for a while."
His father, who was sitting on the sofa, also welcomed his son.
"Have you eaten yet?"
Choi then came to the living room.
"I'm home . "
When he said that, there was a momentary silence.
They frowned at him. And it only lasted a little while.
The father directed his gaze to the TV without saying anything, and the middle-aged woman only spoke to her son. They act as if Choi is an invisible person.
He lowered his head and turned to his room.
At that moment, the mother opened her mouth, glancing at Choi, "Are you drinking?"
He stood up without raising his head.
"Little . "
"It doesn't fit in with students like you. Tut, tut's."
With a light smile, the man sided with her, saying, "She drank with me."
"really? You said you met your friends …"
While the mother and child exchanged conversation, Choi lowered her head once and then entered her room.
"Hhhh …"
Leaning against the wall, he sighed.
He stared at the dark ceiling, and then he turned on the lights and sat down in front of the table.
He took a small photo from his wallet and looked at it. In the photo, her mother and father, who were watching TV a while ago, held their hands. And among them was a girl who was smiling brightly in her childhood. He was really happy until then. But unhappiness comes without warning and without sound. His mother died and he was brought to this house by his father when he was nine years old. Then she realized that her father had already had sex with another woman before her mother died. That was the beginning of his unhappiness. The new mother treated him as if he was an invisible person. His father did the same.
When his mother died and he set foot
in that house, they did not care about him except to feed him and tell him to sleep. So he became an invisible person, like a ghost.
No, there's one person who recognizes his existence. That's his stepbrother.
He always cared and cared for her. When she is sick or sad, she always takes care of her. And even as the years passed, he never changed.
Then one day. He had an accident. Fortunately, he recovered unharmed.
But when he had the accident, he felt as if the sky was about to collapse.
The feeling that the only person in this world who sided with him would disappear forever …
"Lee Suhyuk," he muttered the name, recalling it.
Her brother still suffered from nightmares in the past.
He enjoys taking occasional naps while watching TV in the living room.
Several times he saw her wake up flabbergasted, touching her throat.
Every time he did that, he muttered Lee Suhyuk's name, wiping away the cold sweat.
Post-traumatic stress disorder. Horrible memories from the past continue to cause a man to create a panic reaction, which then disintegrates him. Lee Suhyuk was the root of this. Then he could realize one thing. It was that she found some work to do for her brother.
—–
The faces of the students, who were gathered in one place after lunch, were firm.
Kwon Jaehyuk said in a calm tone, "You guys should respect the result. Don't talk about something different or change what you say."
Everyone nodded, worried.
"We'll decide with a game of rock-paper-scissors. Whoever does not participate is the loser."
The bodies of the students who showed their hands became jammed like stone statues.
It was because only Suhyuk showed rock play while the others showed scissors.
Pulling his hand, Suhyuk smiled bitterly.
Kwon stuttered and asked him, "Which patient are you going to bring?"
Clinical practice tests.
Resident Park Ganghyun offered a piece of A4 paper to Suhyuk's group.
"You should choose a patient among yourself, and prepare your presentation until next week. You have to prepare well because the professor will give you a score. ”
It was a list of hospitalized patients with various causes and diseases.
The total number of patients is five.
Four of them were patients with simple illnesses. They can expect a good score if they prepare well enough by integrating these patient diagnoses with their hospital data. . .
But the problem is the remaining patients. Patients with leukemia.
The seriousness of the patient's illness is different from that of other patients.
It is true that they feel reluctant to choose patients with leukemia when they have patients who are easier to choose from.
"Who will take that patient?"
When they asked once more, Suhyuk laughed a little, Suhyuk,
"Let me be patient, Im Jinmook."
Their eyes turned wider at Suhyuk's words. He's bringing in a leukemia patient.
"really? Don't say anything different later, okay?"
"Are you real? Anything to say after that? "
Suhyuk nodded lightly.
"Hey, guys, why don't we buy Suhyuk's good food?"
"Thank you!"
Suhyuk waved his hand, saying that he would reject such a gift, and he walked out into the hall.
He shook his head at his question.
"No, just a little. Very little."
It was true that he drank a lot, but he vomited it in the bathroom as he drank.
"I can smell alcohol on your breath. You'll be scolded again for drinking like that."
Choi's expression darkened on his words. But he laughed very quickly, too,
"I'm not afraid at all because I can go home with you, brother!"
Opening the window, he inhaled the wind with his chin in his hand.
The blowing wind moved Choi's hair in a friendly manner. Maybe he's driving for about 30 minutes.
Soon they arrive at a large single-family house.
The garage door opened and a luxurious foreign car came in. Inside is very large.
Choi, who got out of the car, swept his head and sighed for a while.
"Come in . "
The man moved first, followed by her. When he entered the terrace, he adjusted his clothes.
"I'm home . "
The man's voice made a brilliant smile on the middle-aged woman's face.
"Son, where have you been?"
"I've seen a friend for a while."
His father, who was sitting on the sofa, also welcomed his son.
"Have you eaten yet?"
Choi then came to the living room.
"I'm home . "
When he said that, there was a momentary silence.
They frowned at him. And it only lasted a little while.
The father directed his gaze to the TV without saying anything, and the middle-aged woman only spoke to her son. They act as if Choi is an invisible person.
He lowered his head and turned to his room.
At that moment, the mother opened her mouth, glancing at Choi, "Are you drinking?"
He stood up without raising his head.
"Little . "
"It doesn't fit in with students like you. Tut, tut's."
With a light smile, the man sided with her, saying, "She drank with me."
"really? You said you met your friends …"
While the mother and child exchanged conversation, Choi lowered her head once and then entered her room.
"Hhhh …"
Leaning against the wall, he sighed.
He stared at the dark ceiling, and then he turned on the lights and sat down in front of the table.
He took a small photo from his wallet and looked at it. In the photo, her mother and father, who were watching TV a while ago, held their hands. And among them was a girl who was smiling brightly in her childhood. He was really happy until then. But unhappiness comes without warning and without sound. His mother died and he was brought to this house by his father when he was nine years old. Then she realized that her father had already had sex with another woman before her mother died. That was the beginning of his unhappiness. The new mother treated him as if he was an invisible person. His father did the same.
When his mother died and he set foot
in that house, they did not care about him except to feed him and tell him to sleep. So he became an invisible person, like a ghost.
No, there's one person who recognizes his existence. That's his stepbrother.
He always cared and cared for her. When she is sick or sad, she always takes care of her. And even as the years passed, he never changed.
Then one day. He had an accident. Fortunately, he recovered unharmed.
But when he had the accident, he felt as if the sky was about to collapse.
The feeling that the only person in this world who sided with him would disappear forever …
"Lee Suhyuk," he muttered the name, recalling it.
Her brother still suffered from nightmares in the past.
He enjoys taking occasional naps while watching TV in the living room.
Several times he saw her wake up flabbergasted, touching her throat.
Every time he did that, he muttered Lee Suhyuk's name, wiping away the cold sweat.
Post-traumatic stress disorder. Horrible memories from the past continue to cause a man to create a panic reaction, which then disintegrates him. Lee Suhyuk was the root of this. Then he could realize one thing. It was that she found some work to do for her brother.
—–
The faces of the students, who were gathered in one place after lunch, were firm.
Kwon Jaehyuk said in a calm tone, "You guys should respect the result. Don't talk about something different or change what you say."
Everyone nodded, worried.
"We'll decide with a game of rock-paper-scissors. Whoever does not participate is the loser."
The bodies of the students who showed their hands became jammed like stone statues.
It was because only Suhyuk showed rock play while the others showed scissors.
Pulling his hand, Suhyuk smiled bitterly.
Kwon stuttered and asked him, "Which patient are you going to bring?"
Clinical practice tests.
Resident Park Ganghyun offered a piece of A4 paper to Suhyuk's group.
"You should choose a patient among yourself, and prepare your presentation until next week. You have to prepare well because the professor will give you a score. ”
It was a list of hospitalized patients with various causes and diseases.
The total number of patients is five.
Four of them were patients with simple illnesses. They can expect a good score if they prepare well enough by integrating these patient diagnoses with their hospital data. . .
But the problem is the remaining patients. Patients with leukemia.
The seriousness of the patient's illness is different from that of other patients.
It is true that they feel reluctant to choose patients with leukemia when they have patients who are easier to choose from.
"Who will take that patient?"
When they asked once more, Suhyuk laughed a little, Suhyuk,
"Let me be patient, Im Jinmook."
Their eyes turned wider at Suhyuk's words. He's bringing in a leukemia patient.
"really? Don't say anything different later, okay?"
"Are you real? Anything to say after that? "
Suhyuk nodded lightly.
"Hey, guys, why don't we buy Suhyuk's good food?"
"Thank you!"
Suhyuk waved his hand, saying that he would reject such a gift, and he walked out into the hall.
***
A nurse, apparently in her mid-20s, was relaxing drinking coffee in front of a PC monitor. Then a voice appeared from the side.
"Good morning," That's Suhyuk.
The nurse who recognized him laughed brightly.
He was a PK practitioner whom he saw from a distance. He knew he was a celebrity.
"Hello, what brings you here?"
"Well, I was assigned to do a presentation about Im Jinmook's patient."
“Oh, you are here to see the medical data. Wait a minute . "
His hand held the mouse moving.
Click, click.
"Look . "
Suhyuk sat down on the chair where he was sitting.
When she was about to see the monitor, the nurse said, “This is acute myeloid leukemia. "
Suhyuk.
The most common leukemia is acute myelogenous leukemia.
Suhyuk continued to stare at the monitor calmly. The nurse smiled seeing his attitude like that.
No matter how famous he was, he was just a student.
Practices are actually different from learning practices with textbooks.
"Can I help him?"
He opened his mouth gently, "There are four types of leukemia: acute lymphoblastic leukemia, chronic myelogenous leukemia, chronic lymphoid arthritis, and acute myeloid leukemia, like those in the immune system."
He responded with a smile at his friendly voice, "Thank you."
Then he looked at the monitor again.
"Im's leukemia is a very dangerous acute disease, and cancerous mutations occur within the cell, resulting in excessive division …"
'Was my exploration too difficult?' As Suhyuk scratched his head and stood up, he lashed out at his words, "Is my explanation too difficult?"
When the nurse was about to open her mouth again, Suhyuk spoke first,
"He's already had chemotherapy, but did he get a hematopoietic cell transplant by chance? I think it's time for him to do a self-transplant .. I can't find any data for that."
The nurse was shocked suddenly.
She should have written a note about her treatment, but forgot.
He was helped rather than helping her.
"Do you want to have coffee?"
Suhyuk replied with a smile, saying, "No, thank you. Can I see Im Jinmook's patient now?"
He wants to see the patient first.
