The Origin of Species

A laid-back cafe near the hospital. I didn't have to care about other people's eyes because I had a screen. Emit said, sipping coffee.

“Well, it's not that complicated. In fact, you know the Lugeric cure that G is developing? I passed the animal clinical trial this time. ”

The G's Lugeric cure, of course, I knew it very well. I dug and dug and dug and dug and dug and dug and dug and dug.

He looked at Emit and said,

“Just an animal clinical trial. Didn't the citizens eventually cease to exist? It is still forbidden to use that much radiation for treatment. ”

In fact, this is relatively recent. New attempts from G Company. It was welcomed by people like me but not by human rights organizations. The G Company had to give up because they said it was unethical all over the world.

Emit taps the table with his fingers. Meanwhile, I looked up and down at her. The lack of a ring on her finger, the absence of her common earrings and necklaces, became special to her.

More money than I thought. ’

An ordinary woman, I don't know, she was a world-class CEO. It was a little unrealistic for such a woman to talk to me in such a rustic place, drinking cheap Americano. Plus, her face looked like she was in her late 20s when she heard she was in her 40s.

Soon, her fingers stopped hitting the table. And I leaned down and pressed my face close to me. Soon, her meaningful voice reached my ears.

“Do you really think this is a taboo? ”

“So · · ·? ”

“Professor Jung Yi-won. Why don't you try the trial yourself? ”

My head stopped for a moment. So you want me to run an illegal clinical trial? No, it has nothing to do with the surgery. I twisted my legs, leaning on my back.

“I thought you wanted to have surgery on me before. I'm embarrassed to hear the sudden change of story. ”

“Oh, of course I have to do surgery. I have a cerebral aneurysm in my head. It's just surgery, and the real offer is this way. Who will take the place of G's clinical trials. ”

It was a very attractive proposition from the position of having a younger brother with Lou Gehrig. It's human emotion to do something for a dying family, isn't it? However, I opened my eyes sharply, clapping my fingers.

There was definitely something off about it.

I asked Emit about it.

“That's kind of weird. Why is the cosmetics company interested in it? ”

“It's money to me. ”

“Haha.”

I laughed absurdly. It was a really simple answer. It was also a very believable answer.

Emit explained how G's treatment benefits him. the substance that arises during the course of its treatment and what its effects are. Of course, I couldn't fully understand it. I actually wondered if it would work in the marketplace. But there was one thing that was certain.

Fruit is too sweet.

“I'll give you 10 billion. Oh, I'll sponsor your hospital. Make sure it doesn't interfere with the growth. If the trial is successful, you take his life. What do you think?”

Illegal clinical trials. If things go wrong, someone loses their life because of me. I didn't even know what the number would be.

I swallowed a saliva.

10 billion. This is money I would never have today. But the hope is that I might be able to save his life more than just that. That hope kept catching up to me.

There was a conscience, but the decade was long and long. Overcome the guilt of stabbing you in the chest like an awl.

Eventually, he said decisively.

“I do.”

“Hehe. I knew you would. ”

“Dan!"

She stops laughing.

“I'll take that 10 billion in advance. And if something goes wrong again, we're going to need a new identity. I need a formal contract, not a verbal contract. Oh, of course, I've been recording for a while now. I'm asking you to sponsor the hospital in advance because you may be in breach of your contract. And · · ·. ”

As she rests restlessly, she looks increasingly weary.

“No, what's so difficult? Must be a generous condition for you. ”

She said, having a cup of coffee.

“You may not know it, but socialites are hopeless. especially when it comes to those who have them. ”

“Is that right? I'm not that kind of person. ”

“Actually, I'm a sucker. ”

Emit's eyebrows curl up like crescents.

“Hap. What have you been writing about, by the way? I heard you're recording. ”

“Oh, this? It's no big deal. I'm just a memory buff. ”

And so our verbal agreement was struck.

...

After the contract with Emit, my position at the hospital rose vertically. That's a freeway. A highway full of buses and trucks!

Her surgery was scheduled as soon as possible.

The higher-ups even pushed and pulled me along, so no one would notice at the hospital anymore. Especially the car professor who was pushing me became a dog chasing chickens. If I had to mewl like an eunuch in front of him so far, I wouldn't care to act like a king.

Is this the power of money or the strength of the dense?

Anyway, Emmitt's surgery schedule came as fate intended, and I was in optimal condition. If there's an accident during surgery, it'll be all over the news. And the contracts you made with her will be in jeopardy.

“Professor, I'm ready. ”

I nodded at the nurse's words. Slowly, I washed my hands thoroughly and entered the operating room. I've already got everything ready for Reggie and the interns to start the surgery. The cerebral aneurysm wasn't that difficult for me. It was almost like surgery every day. Nevertheless, I was never relieved.

When it comes to surgery, vigilance is about hanging a patient on the edge of a cliff. In the operating room, I thought the patient was the protagonist and I was Jo. The only time I'm a protagonist is when the surgery is successfully completed. Until then, the doctor must make the patient glow.

I sat down and said, pulling tension.

“Scalpel 20. ”

Your eyes tingle. That much light shines on Emit's head. The smell of disinfectant coming through your nose and the sound of an echo coming from somewhere.

“Number 20, are you far? ”

“Wait, wait! ”

“No, what are you doing? Now!”

An angry thorn rose from my neck. The first button doesn't look right. I saw Nurse Scrub.

‘A new person ship · · · ·. ’

I had never seen a new nurse before. No matter how important education is, I can't believe you're using this new surgery. He said with a bitter smile.

“Change your hands! ”

“Yes?”

“Don't make me say it twice. New Personnel Teacher!”

“Yes!”

In fact, there was nothing wrong with the nurses.

"Childish."

This couldn't have happened if they were sane. It was okay to see that the mouth of the professor of the car touched.

His childish tricks to try and get in my way.

As soon as the scalpel reaches his hand, the incision begins. Cutting through flesh is always a creepy feeling. It was an inevitable fate even with gloves on. Reggie's hands clasp as soon as the blood spreads.

A white skull that flows naturally like water.

Before you say 'drill.', the buzzing sound already hit your ear. I raised my left hand and held the cold rubber in my hand.

Reggie and the nurses are on their own, even if they don't talk. So, this is the medical examiner, right? Surgery is coming to an end.

Glug.

A machine as big as a refrigerator approaches. Micro. Microscopically inspect the aneurysm, then clip it, and you're almost done. Eyes stay on the microscope. The aneurysm reveals itself as you gently soothe brain tissue.

It was then.

My heart aches. Something pokes at my heart. Not only that.

My eyes are shaking. Things break. The crimson brain tissues disappeared everywhere, and the world turned white. A blunt shock came to my head.

"Shit. Finish..."

“ $% $@? ”

The sound of digging in my ears was like a ferocious wave. The eardrum might have already been torn like a wet newspaper.

It reminded me of a professor who died during surgery last year. The cause of death was probably overwork.

It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. You don't let go of the device while your senses fade. It was the stupidity of life, and the last hope.

‘I will do it. ’

But I felt my consciousness drifting away. My fucking destiny didn't work out my way.

Is that what this is? Did this happen because you felt bad for your brother?

‘Fuck.’

It was clear that there was no democracy.

I was just unlucky.

I never let my medical device out of my hands, even when I was completely exhausted. I apologized to my brother who was going to be left alone.

‘I'm sorry. Man. ’

...

I opened my eyes.

You hear a buzzing sound in the dark.

The sound of a computer fan spinning? ’

My head is numb. My memories seem to be shattered as well. But I calmly examined the situation. Then I suddenly realized I was sitting somewhere, holding a fountain pen.

I put down the fountain pen, reached out my hand and touched the place. Feels comfortable with the familiar texture. Thanks to you, I didn't have to turn on the light.

This is our home.

And I'm sitting at my desk.

Slightly dizzy, but it was easy to turn on the stand. Then I closed my eyes and took a breath.

“Phew. Phew. ”

This is the third time I've been through this. The first was the crash of the parents' plane, and the next was the ruling of his brother, Lugeric.

And today.

I faced a new ordeal.

“Let's stay calm.”

I kept muttering to myself. Because I know better than anyone that panic and worry don't solve the problem.

First, I went back to the memory. I feel like it's a pity. The last thing I remember was stopping Emit's surgery. Suddenly, I was awake.

“Surgical results!! ”

A soliloquy popped out. When I think about the outcome of the surgery, suddenly the memories begin to assemble meticulously. From childhood to Emit's surgery, I sighed and sighed.

Did the surgery go bad? ’

I moved the mouse just in case. The monitor lit up. First dirty video paused.

‘What is this? ’

First, you ignore it and tap Emit into the search box. The results of the surgery would have been in the article since she was quite famous.

I opened my eyes to the knight. I pinched my cheeks just in case. It was hard to believe the contents of the article.

[Emmett, surgery is a success.]

- J at the University Hospital successfully completed Emit's cerebral aneurysm surgery. "Everything went well," he said in a postoperative interview. ”I was confident that the patient would recover. Professor J is a senior graduate of University of H... (approximately)... and next month he is known to be going to Africa Guinea for medical services. -

“I even interviewed you? ”

Am I the only professor at H University Hospital in neurosurgery? But when I saw the article again, I didn't understand it at all.

‘What the hell. ’

I slowly checked my situation. When I checked what time it was, what clothes I was dressed in, the condition of the room, and all of that, I felt even more headache.

In a nutshell,

Approximately 17 hours of memory was lost from the blackout during the surgery until he woke up again. Moreover, the panties were peeled off, and the trash cans were full of semen-smelling toilet paper. It was a sight I would never have imagined as a normal country. I was afraid of masturbation.

I wrapped my head around it, tapped my desk, and there was not a single memory that came to mind. Finally, I sighed for a long time.

“Ha.”

At that time, I suddenly saw a strange text on my desk. A sentence that feels forced by a dementia patient. I took a closer look at the twisted sentence.

[Ci @ # regressed, memories related @ # $disappeared @ #]

I interpreted the sentence roughly.

“Shit. I came back and the memories are fading?" ”

Obviously, when I woke up, I was holding the fountain pen. The last thing I remember about the fountain pen was filling emit's preoperative ink.

But...

There was no ink left.

I looked at the notebook on my desk naturally. Twinkling tension. What if I wrote something else on that notebook? The saliva in my mouth was burning. In an objective analysis of the situation, I thought it was likely to be a dual personality.

Maybe some imaginative lunatic is hiding inside me.

Regretted. Memory loss.

‘Ridiculous. ’

I rubbed the cover of the notebook for a long time and slowly started handing it over.