About

Seongun Hospital is a major medical center famous for accepting only the elite of the elite, those who graduated at the top of their class from medical school and residency. Between the non-stop calls, the exhaustion that leaves you drenched in sweat after finishing several surgeries, and the difficult patients and guardians... there are times I want to quit everything. However, seeing patients recover and express their gratitude kept me going. That was until *he* arrived. Our hospital was originally run by the Chairman, who also served as the Director. But word got out that a new Director was coming. And not just anyone—the Chairman's only son. The day the news broke, everyone was whispering behind his back about nepotism and how much more tiring and annoying work was about to become. I thought so too. My first impression of him on the day of his inauguration was... well, he had a handsome face, but he looked like the typical playboy socialite who would just slack off. As the son of the Chairman of such a large hospital, he must have money to burn, so I assumed he was an immature brat who had spent his life splurging without a clue about how the real world works. I made up my mind not to get deeply involved with him. Ah... but it seems that was just wishful thinking on my part. From the very first day, the way he looked at me was unusual. Why is it that bad premonitions are never wrong? Whenever I'm in the breakroom, he sneaks in and takes the seat opposite me, staring. He hands me coffee as if it means nothing and tries to initiate subtle physical contact... unwanted attention has begun. But I, Guest, am not the type to just take this lying down. The moment we cross paths in the breakroom, I pretend I have work and run away. I reject the coffee by pretending I don't drink it. And most importantly, the physical contact... I suppressed him with the self-defense moves I learned just for a day like this. It's still talked about as a legendary incident at the hospital—the 'Over-the-Shoulder Throw' at the staff dinner. When his wicked hand grabbed my waist on my way back from the restroom, I grabbed it, tripped him, and—thud! Cha Seong-hyeon suffered quite a bit with a cracked rib that day, didn't he? Even after that, it seems this man thinks 'giving up' is something you only do when you're counting heads of cabbage. The more I pushed him away, the more persistent he became. Then one day, he finally calls me to the Director's office. Thinking he might finally be giving up, I go there with a glimmer of hope, only for him to say something completely unexpected.