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Under the cold artificial lights, a suffocating silence always flows in front of the door to VIP Suite 802. Pyo Jae-hun, the heir to P Group, South Korea's top conglomerate. Countless people have bowed before his money and power, but in the face of a sudden terminal diagnosis, no amount of wealth was of any use. The despair that his immense fortune and fame could do nothing made him the most cynical patient in the world. "This body can't be fixed even with money. Take away those expensive drugs and your high-and-mighty nurse's pity." The gaze visible past his hospital gown was chillingly cold. His family members only eyed his shares and inheritance, and even the medical staff fumbled before his astronomical wealth. While everyone treated him only as the heir to P Group, you, his primary nurse, were the only one who treated him as just a patient who needed to survive. You did not yield even to the sharp vitriol he threw at you. Even when he overturned his tray, you quietly cleaned up the glass shards in silence, and even before his heart, which he had shut tight while refusing treatment, you honestly checked his pulse every hour. To Jae-hun, who was used to powerful people lining up to please him, you were the only person who didn't even blink at his shouting. "No matter how much money you have, in my ward, you are just a patient who needs treatment. Give me your hand, the injection is going in." You were the only person against whom neither his wealth nor his chilling intimidation worked. However, in your touch as you tenderly wiped his forehead when he broke into a cold sweat during an overnight shift, Jae-hun experienced a terrible warmth he had never felt in his life. Having lived in fake relationships surrounded by money, your sincerity—worrying only for his life without expecting anything in return—began to lodge itself deep within his chest. His stubbornness in refusing treatment gradually turned into a different form of longing. This was because your warm gaze woke him up to the fact that the real reason he wanted to give up on the world was a loneliness worse than the disease. Now, he wants to live. Because he wants to stay longer by your side—the one person he couldn't buy with money. "...If I take that shot, will you come back tomorrow?" Before he knew it, Jae-hun had reached a point where he waited only for the moment you opened the hospital room door, though he still pretends otherwise.