I Possessed a Terminally Ill Omega - Episode 183
I Possessed a Terminally Ill Omega – Episode 183
Chae-eon Foods, Executive Director’s Office.
Jin Seok-young, with his phone to his ear, jumps up from the sofa. The papers he was looking at scatter haphazardly on the table and sofa. He rushes past the empty desk of Executive Director Jin Tae-won, who is out on an inspection, and bursts out of the office, nearly breaking the door.
He drives urgently to Seju Hospital. While driving, he contacts Executive Director Jin Tae-won, recounting the series of events reported from home. Jin Seok-young’s face is ashen as he speaks. The situation seems bleak and overwhelming.
“What should I do, hyung? I was about to call Director Han, but I called you first.”
Jin Seok-young usually consulted Jin Tae-won first when something happened. He had often messed things up due to his impulsive nature. Also, he had been severely beaten by Jin Tae-won regardless of location when he acted recklessly.
“I don’t know the exact situation either, so I’m on my way to the hospital now. I’m almost there. I’ll check what’s going on and call you back.”
Jin Seok-young aggressively parks his car in front of Seju Hospital, slams the steering wheel with all his might, and rubs his face before getting out. The very thing he had been dreading had finally happened. And things had gone terribly wrong.
Jin Seok-young rushed into Seju Hospital with an anxious face.
He pushed through the crowd of people coming and going. Jin Seok-young called Jin Seon-yoo on his phone. After an unusually long ring, a voice of someone working at the house came through the phone, frantically repeating that Jin Seon-yoo had left for the hospital without even taking his phone.
Jin Seok-young’s face contorts angrily upon hearing this. Hadn’t he repeatedly warned Jin Seon-yoo? Seo I-kyung was not only married to Han Seung-jae but was also carrying his child. Therefore, no matter what, he should not have been harmed in this house.
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Swoosh-
Jin Seon-yoo approaches the sink and submerges his blood-stained hands. His eyes lack focus. With each blink, tears well up and fall. Gwon Gi-jun’s suit jacket is draped over his blood-stained shirt shoulder.
Gwon Gi-jun’s expression, watching Jin Seon-yoo through the mirror from behind, isn’t good either. Jin Seon-yoo had been silently shedding tears endlessly since earlier. He didn’t even cry out loud. He seemed to be in great shock. Jin Seon-yoo stammered:
“I didn’t know… there could be… so much blood.”
Jin Seon-yoo’s tears mixed with the water in the sink covering his hands. It was the first time Jin Seon-yoo had witnessed blood gushing from a person’s body. And it was from Seo I-kyung’s body, with whom he had been conversing until just moments ago. Seo I-kyung’s blood was hot on Jin Seon-yoo’s hands, and Seo I-kyung’s breathing was rough against his chest.
Jin Seon-yoo couldn’t remember how he got to the hospital. Not until he was standing in the hospital corridor and Gwon Gi-jun approached, taking off his suit jacket and placing it on his shoulders. He also offered Jin Seon-yoo a handkerchief. But seeing that the blood wouldn’t wipe off cleanly, Gwon Gi-jun led the dazed Jin Seon-yoo to stand in front of the sink.
Jin Seon-yoo’s body tilts slightly. It was Gwon Gi-jun turning him around. Instead of offering words of comfort, he used the handkerchief to wipe Jin Seon-yoo’s wet hands.
“Jin Seon-yoo, where are you?”
Jin Seok-young’s voice echoed loudly through the hospital corridor. Jin Seon-yoo’s entire body suddenly stiffened. He quickly came out to the VIP ward corridor, his shoulders trembling.
He sees Jin Seok-young’s back as he walks briskly. He was talking with the doctors in the ward corridor when he turned his head back, fidgeting.
Jin Seok-young stopped mid-conversation with the doctor and took a step forward. With each blink of Jin Seon-yoo’s eyes, the pooled tears disappeared, replaced by Jin Seok-young’s rugged face filling his vision. But soon, due to the welling tears, Jin Seok-young’s figure seemed to waver as if submerged in water.
“You…”
Jin Seok-young was about to yell loudly but stopped when he saw the blood on Jin Seon-yoo’s shirt and pants. Moreover, Jin Seon-yoo’s condition seemed odd. He was crying silently without saying a word. Jin Seok-young suppressed the anger rising in his chest, feeling like it might burst at any moment, by hitting his own chest.
“I told you.”
Yet, he couldn’t help but speak.
“I said to send him back quickly.”
“…”
“What are you going to do now?”
“…”
“Who’s going to take responsibility now that he’s in this state?”
At that moment, Jin Seok-young turned. He continued speaking while looking at Jin Tae-won, who was approaching.
“Tae-won hyung, you’re here? I was just about to call you to explain the situation.”
Ignoring Jin Seok-young’s words, Executive Director Jin Tae-won moved forward. The doctors standing by the door bowed to him.
Executive Director Jin Tae-won enters the room. Jin Seok-young hurriedly follows him in, opening his mouth.
“I just got here and heard about it. I’ll call Director Han now. If we explain the situation well, Director Han will also…”
Jin Tae-won, who had been surveying the hospital bed, turns around. He raises his hand and strikes Jin Seok-young’s cheek. A sharp slap, as if flesh was being torn, echoes in the room. Jin Seok-young’s legs stumble backward.
Then, Jin Tae-won unhesitatingly raises his hand towards Jin Seon-yoo as well. Jin Seok-young quickly turns his body. The sound of flesh being torn resounds again.
Slap!
Tears fall from Jin Seon-yoo’s eyes, who had been standing defenseless without saying a word. Then, he clearly sees Gwon Gi-jun’s back in front of him. Gwon Gi-jun’s face, having received the slap from Jin Tae-won, turns askew. He rubs his cheek, feeling the intense pain, and says:
“Seon-yoo is hurt too.”
It’s not just visible wounds that cause pain. Gwon Gi-jun had received Jin Seon-yoo’s call and heard the situation directly over the phone. How many times had he called out to Seo I-kyung? Jin Seon-yoo had called him endlessly, unaware that his own voice had gone hoarse.
Moreover, Jin Seon-yoo was still crying silently even now. He was originally someone who couldn’t hide well when he liked something or when he was in pain. And he believed others’ words too easily without any doubt. These were things Gwon Gi-jun knew better than anyone else. Because he had always been watching from afar.
Jin Tae-won couldn’t see Jin Seon-yoo’s face hidden behind Gwon Gi-jun’s body. Jin Seok-young stepped forward, trying to somehow salvage the situation.
This was not the time to be fighting. They needed to contact Han Seung-jae quickly. Moreover, it was impossible to gauge how he would react when he saw this situation.
It wasn’t just a minor injury. A catastrophe that couldn’t be dismissed as a mistake had occurred inside the house. That’s why it was an even bigger problem.
At that moment, the silence in the hospital room was broken.
“Director Han has arrived.”
Surprised, Jin Seok-young quickly turned around. As the door opened, Han Seung-jae, dressed in a black suit, appeared.
His cold gaze showed no emotion. But just his entrance into the room made the spacious hospital room feel cramped, such was the pressure he exuded.
Jin Seok-young closed his opened mouth. A chill ran down his spine as Han Seung-jae brushed past him.
Han Seung-jae passed by Gwon Gi-jun and Jin Tae-won, approaching Seo I-kyung, who was lying on the hospital bed.
A steady pulse sound emanates from the machine. Doctors position themselves behind Han Seung-jae. As if not wanting to miss this opportunity of Han Seung-jae coming to Seju Hospital, one of them spoke:
“He has suffered a stab wound below the left shoulder. The treatment has been completed, but he hasn’t regained consciousness yet.”
“He will wake up soon.”
A nearby doctor added. It was an attempt to show that Seju Hospital was better than Haseon Hospital, which was sponsored by Myeongjun Financial Group.
Han Seung-jae quietly looked down at Seo I-kyung lying on the bed. Seo I-kyung’s complexion was pale, seeming to rely on the long IV drip. His face seemed to have become even more gaunt. Moreover, his left arm was in a cast, and his upper body, unable to wear a patient gown, was wrapped in bandages.
Noticing where Han Seung-jae’s gaze fell, a doctor murmured:
“The cast was a stroke of luck. It prevented the knife from penetrating too deeply.”
“It’s truly fortunate.”
The doctors exchanged words back and forth. At that moment, Han Seung-jae reaches out without hesitation. The doctors on either side jumped up, trying to stop him.
“You can’t do that, Director Han. We just finished the sutures. If you unwrap the bandages now, the patient’s wound might reopen…”
Despite the doctor’s words, Han Seung-jae unwraps all the bandages from Seo I-kyung’s shoulder to his chest.
Watching this, Secretary Park didn’t try to stop him. Han Seung-jae wasn’t someone who would stop just because he intervened.
After removing even the blood-stained gauze, Han Seung-jae finally looks directly at the sutured stab wound where the flesh had been pulled together. Around Seo I-kyung’s chest area, the skin hadn’t fully adhered yet, and red blood was seeping out between the torn flesh.
Han Seung-jae coldly parts his lips:
“Find Seo Dong-hu.”