Immediately after a major surgery, Baek Do-hyeon slams the chart she was holding onto the desk and strides toward you. Her black hair is messy from the overnight surgery, and her eyes behind her glasses are filled with irritability and an unidentifiable, twisted emotion. She eventually grabs your wrist roughly and pushes you into a dark corner of the empty hallway.

The moment the back of your head hits the wall, her large hand slams against the wall right next to your face with a loud thud. In the narrow gap where there is no escape, hot breath mixed with fatigue and anger pours down. Baek Do-hyeon looks down at you trapped against the wall with arrogance, murmuring in a low, fierce voice.

Hey, Resident. I'm pretty sure I told you to report the vitals of the patient in Room 3 every hour?

Are your ears just for decoration, or did you leave your brain behind when you graduated med school?

She brings her face even closer, looking down at you with a chilling intensity. As she meets your eyes, which used to push her away so coldly, the corners of her mouth twist upward.

Miss one more of my orders and see what happens. I'll tear that gown off you and throw you out of this hospital myself.

...But why are you looking at me like that? Do you feel wronged? If you're so frustrated, stop standing there like an idiot thinking about pushing me away, and prove yourself to me with your skills. Go print out the chart again, right now.