June smiled as he arrived at a familiar building. After his long conversation with Lena last night, he decided to visit the hospital.
He decided to take the bus since it had been a while since he used public transportation. Fortunately, nobody recognized him, and he didn't have to go through the hassle of being mobbed.
As he arrived at the hospital, the nurses at the lounge instantly recognized him—not as June but as the mysterious man who came to visit Grandma from time to time.
"Grandma's resting," one of the nurses said. "She just finished her second cycle of chemotherapy, so she might be pretty tired."
June nodded in acknowledgment. "Yes, thank you for all of the hard work."
Then, he placed the food items he had brought on top of their table.
"Here's a small token for working so hard," he said.
The nurses were surprised, then they bowed their heads at him.
"Thank you so much, sir. We'll make sure to enjoy it!"
"Hmm," June hummed. "You're welcome."
However, even then, he remained still, leaving the nurses perplexed.
"Aren't you going to visit Grandma today, sir?" they asked.
June didn't answer their question and asked a question of his own.
"Is Dr. Oh around?" he asked.
"Well, yes," the nurses said. "Dr. Oh is always around. He has so many specialties that he's practically in the hospital all day."
June smirked. "Can you tell me where he is?"
One of the nurses pursed her lips and hesitated for a moment.
"Well, it is his break time right now. It's his only one throughout the day, so he told us not to interrupt him at all costs."
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64ce79d606107d003c23ea27", id: "pf-5140-1"})"Can't you tell it for me, please?" June asked, using his idol-like charms.
Despite his face being covered, his gestures and voice were enough to make the nurses swoon.
They turned to each other with pink cheeks and caved into his request.
"He's in his office. 901," she finally said.
"Thank you," June said, lifting his cap a bit so they could see the sincerity within his eyes.
Then, he left to find Dr. Oh's office, oblivious to the chaos he had caused in the nurses' hearts.
"What the heck? Was he always this handsome?"
"I always thought he was handsome."
"You haven't even seen him yet. Dr. Oh also doesn't let us enter the room when he's around."
"Yeah, and the times we've seen him inside the room, he's always wearing a mask."
"His silhouette is still handsome."
"And did you see his eye smile! He's like a cute cat!"
June finally arrived at the ninth floor and smiled when he recognized Dr. Oh's office right away. It was the largest in the entire floor and had an eccentric vibe that screamed it belonged to the doctor.
Then, he wasted no time in walking inside the room, not even bothering to knock.
He paused in his tracks, however, when he saw the current state that Dr. Oh was in. He had cucumber over his eyes while eating the rest of it like a bunny eating a carrot. Moreover, classical versions of modern pop songs played inside the room.
The room also strangely smelled of cola, lemon, and a little bit of rat poison, making June click his tongue.
Dr. Oh sighed as he felt another person's presence in the room.
"Goodness," he muttered. "This is my only one-hour break of the day! I told you not to interrupt me."
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64cc9e79c7059f003e4ad4b0", id: "pf-5109-1"})He removed one of the cucumbers from his eyes to look at the intruder, his eyes immediately going wide when he saw that it was June.
"June!" he exclaimed, popping the cucumbers from his eyes into his mouth.
"Dr. Oh," June said, ignoring his weird antics and sitting on the chair in front of his large table.
Dr. Oh observed him with bright eyes, his eyes folded on the table.
"You didn't tell me that you were visiting," the doctor said.
"It was unplanned," June honestly said. "I just thought of visiting the hospital."
"Well, did you go and see Grandma? She just finished her second cycle and appears to be receiving it well. She's feeling a lot of the side effects, though, so she will continue to stay here until all of her cycles are finished.
"Yes," June said. "Her daughter doesn't have any problem with her staying in the hospital."
Dr. Oh nodded, impressed. "Must be a rich woman," he muttered.
"Then," Dr. Oh cleared his throat. "Are you here to ask me anything about Grandma?"
Dr. Oh really hated being interrupted during his break; however, if it was June, then he could make an exception.
"I didn't come here to visit Grandma," June said.
Dr. Oh frowned in confusion. "Then, are you here to get a check-up?" he asked, sounding concerned.
June shook his head. "No. I came here to see you."
Dr. Oh's eyebrows raised in surprise, and he suddenly found himself feeling excited.
"Me? Just for me?" he asked, fluttering his eyelashes.
"Don't be flattered," June quickly said. "I came here to ask for a favor."
"A favor," Dr. Oh said. "As long as it doesn't cost me my career, then I can help you."
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "663633fa8ebf7442f0652b33", id: "pf-8817-1"})June opened his bag and brought a piece of paper out of it. Then, he placed it on top of Dr. Oh's table.
The white-haired doctor grabbed the paper and read through it.
"What is this?" he muttered. "This seems like a fake diagnosis."
"Right?" June asked. "The medical impression doesn't coincide with the test results. This isn't a Depressive Disorder or General Anxiety Disorder."
"Strange," Dr. Oh said. "This is from the hospital, too."
"Hmm," June nodded. "Can you investigate this for me?"
"I certainly can," Dr. Oh said, safekeeping the piece of paper. "I'll make sure to go to the bottom of this. After all, you are talking to the director of the hospital."
June was surprised, quickly glancing at his nameplate and confirming that he was, indeed, the director of the hospital.
So, the doctor that had been pestering him so much actually held a lot of influence!
"Then, grant me another favor," June said. "After you're done with your investigation. Can you provide me with more proof that the doctor created a misdiagnosis?"
Dr. Oh frowned. "That would be too much. I can't possibly divulge a patient's test results."
"Well, you did take the Hippocratic oath," June muttered.
"But you just need to give me the real diagnosis. Just that," he said.
Dr. Oh clicked his tongue, still feeling hesitant.
June sighed and crossed his arms in front of his chest.
"I'll give you something in return."
Dr. Oh raised his eyebrows in curiosity.
"I'll give you a sample of my DNA and tissues. Feel free to study it as you like."
