When I Loved You

The entrance to the ER opened, and Mr. Cha was carried in. No matter who entered the ER, they were the same; each person was a patient, regardless of their careers, and the doctors only focused on their injury.

The hospital director and Professor Kim immediately jumped in to help, and Yiyoung stepped away.

Yiyoung was going through Mr. Cha’s records on the computer when a man approached her.

“Hello, I’m Mr. Cha’s secretary, Lee.”

Yiyoung greeted him.

“When Mr. Cha collapsed,” said Lee, “he was looking for you, ma’am.”

“For me?”

“Yes. So could you please treat him? Please.”

“Yiyoung shook her head. “We have the best medical staff on the case. Please don’t worry.”

“No, that’s not—”

“I’m telling you, he’s receiving the best treatment.”

Yiyoung vividly remembered what Mr. Cha had said, the way he called Muyeol a ‘b**tard’ as if there was nothing wrong with it.

Right at that moment, another patient was brought in. Yiyoung immediately went to that patient’s side, muttering to herself as she thought about Mr. Cha, “What a jerk.”

As she treated the patient, someone entered the room and said, “Dr. Yoon, we should switch.”

It was Dr. Ji, who worked in the same group as Yiyoung.

“No. I’m going to finish treating this patient.” Yiyoung immediately realized that Mr. Cha was looking for her.

Dr. Ji came closer to her, looking desperate as she whispered, “The situation doesn’t look good right now. I think Mr. Cha isn’t satisfied with this treatment. He’s throwing things on the floor, punching our director, and screaming loudly, saying he wants you there for him.”

“What are the symptoms?” Yiyoung asked.

As Dr. Ji explained the symptoms to her, Yiyoung didn’t find Mr. Cha’s condition to be that serious. If it were, then he wouldn’t have had the strength to create a scene. Still, after Yiyoung treated the patient until it was sure that she wouldn’t be needed there anymore, she left.

When she exited the patient’s room, the head nurse—who had been waiting for Yiyoung—led the way.

Mr. Cha lifted his left arm and waved at her as Yiyoung entered the room. He was lucky. She stepped closer to him, her face devoid of any expression.

“Everyone… fake… you… do… it…” he said.

Mr. Cha’s speech was slurred, but it wasn’t serious.

“I’m not as talented as the other doctors. If you keep wasting your time like this, it’s only going to get worse. So please consider getting proper treatment as soon as possible,” Yiyoung said clearly.

“Can’t… trust…”

Yiyoung put her hand over Mr. Cha’s left hand and addressed the others, “Please begin. I’ll hold him.”

But when the hospital director approached him again with the shot, Mr. Cha denied it.

“Do you remember what I told you before? People may get treated differently by others based on who they are, but diseases don’t care about it, right?” Yiyoung said coldly.

Though he wasn’t a good person, Yiyoung wouldn’t not let him receive any treatment. She worked at the ER. Every patient was the same to her, and they all needed an equal chance.

“Please don’t let the golden hour pass, or you’ll regret it.”

Everyone around her looked at Yiyoung with surprise, but she didn’t mind it at all.

Her words were impactful, and Mr. Cha calmed down.

* * *

Muyeol returned as soon as possible, having taken the next available flight after hearing the news. The VIP room was filled with gifts and flowers sent by important people, and Mr. Cha didn’t let anyone put them away because he enjoyed it.

Muyeol looked at Mr. Cha with a blank face.

Mr. Cha was having a hard time using the right side of his body. “If you… came…. Why not… comfort… me…”

Then, with an annoyed face, he looked at Muyeol and mouthed, “The b**tard…”

Before Muyeol came to meet Mr. Cha, he’d heard everything about what happened from Yiyoung. Mr. Cha was very lucky; his condition wasn’t a major issue, and because he’d been treated within the golden hour, he would recover about seventy to eighty percent of mobility if he participated in rehabilitation.

“Sit,” Mr. Cha ordered.