IMTS 18

Chapter 18

“W-what do you want me to do, you crazy bastard…!”

I didn’t know he was single, but I did know he was forty.

What exactly was he trying to say by that?

Seeing Cheonga flustered, Yushin chuckled softly.

“Will you take responsibility? Then maybe I’ll let it slide this once.”

What on earth did that mean?

Cheonga’s mouth gaped open, and a trembling voice escaped.

“W-what? This old criminal bastard… are you insane?”

“Old? …Ah, damn.”

For a moment, Yushin couldn’t hide his surge of emotion.

His Adam’s apple moved as if he wanted to say something, but the words wouldn’t come out.

He couldn’t calmly explain that his personal information had actually been fabricated in this situation.

“Sigh… A criminal, huh? Do I even have any criminal charges right now? Did I do anything wrong? You just attacked an innocent citizen without a warrant. When police attack civilians like this, they get disciplined. No, wait. You attacked a doctor at a hospital, so Article 12, Paragraph 3 of the Medical Act is also an issue. Seven years or less in prison, or a fine between ten million and seventy million won. And if you seriously injure someone by hitting their vital points… jail for sure, you.”

He rambled on, letting his sense of injustice come out in useless words.

“…….”

At the moment Cheonga blinked a few times, Yushin smiled, closing his eyes briefly, and used his thumb and forefinger to encircle her neck, finding her carotid artery.

Then, in one swift motion, he applied pressure to block blood flow.

“Sorry. But next time we meet, I’ll tell you one of my secrets, okay?”

Cheonga struggled to break free, but it was no easy task against Yushin’s large hand and strong grip.

“Crazy! Ugh! …Hmph.”

“Sweet dreams, princess.”

“…Ah. Damn…”

Cheonga briefly regretted not just striking Yushin’s vital point without mercy. But in just a few seconds, her breath settled, and her body went limp with a soft thud.

Yushin held the pressure on her carotid for a few more seconds while peeling the healing tape off her forehead.

As expected, the wound had healed cleanly.

He looked at the limp Cheonga with a twinge of sympathy, then lightly brushed her forehead with his thumb.

Feeling the smooth, unscarred skin under his fingertips, Yushin’s lips curved into a slight smile.

“Did I take responsibility?”

He quickly left the on-call room.

Anyone with this level of skill would regain consciousness in no more than thirty seconds.

Fully regaining awareness and being able to move might take a bit longer, but at most one or two minutes.

From beyond the earphones, the sound of Chamkkae’s barely-contained laughter poured in.

Standing by the doorknob for a moment, Yushin’s steps quickened toward his lab as he muttered irritably:

“Do you even have time to laugh right now?”

Bursting into his lab, Yushin opened the last locked drawer and scolded Chamkkae.

[Ah, too funny. What do I do?]

“Why didn’t the guy who was supposed to help come? He said he’d be here soon, damn it.”

Inside the drawer was a large bag.

[Mute! He got distracted running and ran into another professor. I told him to keep an eye on that person so you wouldn’t get caught struggling.]

“Well, that’s really considerate of you.”

Yushin pressed his fingernail into the bridge of his nose, and the special silicone makeup fell off with a pop.

He did the same under his ears, removing the silicone there. The exaggerated angle under his ears disappeared.

Finally, he removed the fake teeth attached to his front teeth and tossed everything into the bag.

“Anyway, now that I know the meeting spot, I’m out.”

[Hmm… okay. Mute can handle the rest.]

Yushin rose and headed to the sink at the lab entrance, washing off the remaining silicone fragments from his face.

[Mess. So the professor assigned to BokSan University Gumi Hospital is getting transferred today?]

“Why are you even asking something obvious? Also, transfer all patients scheduled with me to another professor. The hospital will handle the real patients themselves.”

[Oh, okay.]

After washing his face, Yushin looked up at the mirror.

It was his face, resembling Professor Min Yushin, but slightly cleaner and sharper.

Staring at the dripping face, he murmured:

“Now I feel like myself.”

He checked his room one last time.

He swept several personal items into the bag and, after a brief pause, quickly jotted something on a notepad from a pharmaceutical company.

Then he tossed the note into the last drawer that Cheonga had tried desperately to open and closed it.

[Mess. Too much time has passed. Shouldn’t we hurry? I’m afraid Meerkat might come running in swinging a police baton.]

“Ah. Meerkat can’t come.”

[Huh?]

“Don’t forget to cover the CCTV too.”

“Ugh!”

Cheonga let out an annoyed sigh and collapsed onto the floor of the on-call room. Her back hurt, so she clutched her side, groaning and wincing.

“Ah, damn! Crazy Min Yushin! Ah! Who cares if it swells or not! I should have kicked him!”

Sympathy.

How did she end up projecting such feelings onto someone else’s belongings and mess everything up?

On top of that, she’d been bested by someone who couldn’t even fight properly. Her tears welled up in frustration.

The brute strength of that guy.

His hands were huge, his grip strong.

The memory of his hands and the ache in her side reminded her painfully.

−Sweet dreams, princess.

Hearing his low whisper in her ear made her blood boil instantly.

“Princess? My princess? You crazy old man! Ah, agh!”

Cheonga sprang up again, yanking at the on-call room’s door handle with all her might. But no matter how hard she pulled, the door rattled loudly but showed no sign of opening.

The lock inside was likely reinforced from outside with some barrier.

Blocking the carotid artery can knock someone out in mere seconds. Yet Yushin had quickly taken care of everything and escaped.

‘And then he’s all like, “civilians this, civilians that”…’

Cheonga tore at her hair, frantically trying to figure out a way to escape. Then her fingertips brushed her forehead by chance.

The bandage had fallen off, and the wound had healed completely.

Wait a second… didn’t something touch my forehead earlier?

When she pretended to be asleep in Yushin’s room, he had pressed something to her lips too.

“AAAAAH!”

Cheonga stomped the floor in rage.

This guy was a habitual pervert!

After fuming for a while, she looked up and noticed the on-call room door open.

Leaning at the entrance was a doctor with a pale, tired face.

“…….”

“…….”

It seemed the doctor had been waiting there for Cheonga for a while.

“Uh… if you’re done cleaning, can I rest for a bit? I’ve been up all night for an emergency endoscopy and I’m exhausted…”

The fatigued doctor asked with a near-teary expression.

“But why did you wrap the handle with bandages? It was so thorough that I almost couldn’t get in…”

Cheonga instantly understood why the door hadn’t opened.

“Did I wrap that? Trapped in here?”

“Ah… yes. Someone locked me in to clean? Hehe, funny… Well, good work then.”

The exhausted doctor staggered to a bed and collapsed into sleep.

Cheonga huffed and left the on-call room, heading straight for Min Yushin’s lab.

‘He’s probably already escaped… what do I do?’

The hallways were becoming busy with medical staff preparing to open examination rooms.

“Hey, is it normal to get a sudden transfer like this?”

“No idea. I’ve never seen it in my 15 years of the lab.”

Cheonga overheard the nurses’ conversation and froze.

“But Professor Min was originally from Gumi Hospital, right? He’s just temporarily here while Professor Wang is on leave.”

“Even so, transferring someone on the same day like this… how are we supposed to finish the exams?”

Professor Min?

So Professor Min was being transferred to Gumi Hospital… Could it be Min Yushin?