The Origin of Species

“Hey, what's up, man? ”

The first time he welcomed me was not his voice, but the fragrant flowers. Bunch of flowers on the floor. The one sitting between them in a wheelchair. The atmosphere was as big as a picture.

“Heh heh. I'm afraid she's not a star in her baby years. Kill him.”

I saw my brother, a 45-degree head, an incredibly dry arm, legs and pale skin.

“Heeheehee, are you here? ”

He's still smiling.

“Yeah, you like this? If your anti-chrysanthemum knew about this, I'd stop sending fireworks. ”

Antichrysanthemums send us flowers every day, but we don't hang out. Well, it smells good. It looks good.

He twitches his fingers with a slight smile.

“You want me to take my earphones off? ”

He's twitching his fingers again. It's been nine years. I'm very familiar with hearing your brother's signs. I pulled out my earphones and I could hear a boring song in my ears.

[We were the same, we were different, and the day I put on your clothes, we felt bad for each other.]

A sister who listens to the same song every day.

“What, this song again? ”

“Oh, man, that's a lot of work. ”

“What? Hehe. Sound Recording Revenue? Economic Activities? ”

It was his song he was listening to. That is, he wants to make money listening to his songs. When I laugh, the poor man smiles.

“I think you should have acted. It's a mask. Mask.”

“Ah… Ra. ”

I know. His face was puffy. That's a pretty big laugh. A slight opening of the window passes by the cold wind beside your ears.

Tsk, winter is winter. I said to my brother in a cold breeze.

“Come on! Get up on the roof while we ventilate." ”

I looked at his flimsy fingers and wrapped a thick blanket around his wheelchair. What if it gets a little heavy? I have wheels anyway.

I climbed up the floor on a patient elevator. Now was the time to nag, so I was frankly glad to see his back.

“Dude, do you really have to unplug those earphones? Push the button. Why do you always make me nag? And what does cleaning look like? I don't think so. ”

He waves his legs to the side. I don't like that signal. But the more you do that, the more attractive the nagging is.

“Hey, you're a patient, man. What, are you being considerate? You don't want to call a nurse? Hey, they're sorry you won't sing. Press the button. Why is the car nurse such a dick? That's all she is. ”

The car nurse was the daughter of a professor who used to live in our hospital. I treated him gently at first, and then at some point he intrigued my brother.

“You're a car nurse, right? She ripped off the courier, didn't she? ”

Then he shakes his legs like crazy. You don't like the nagging? Or...

“Why doesn't the car nurse do that? ”

A finger that flinches at the same time. I mean, I agree. In short, the car nurse doesn't bother her.

Did he know what was going on? ’

The person who was originally in charge of my promotion was the car professor. But that was a few days ago, and I no longer had to notice the professor of the car. And the car nurse, of course.

“Hey, bro, you don't have to notice anymore. So be honest. Is the car nurse bothering you? You're not bothering?”

As I put my voice to it, my brother moves his turbulent legs. You still don't believe me? But I feel it.

The car nurse is doing something like a fox.

‘Bitch, I think we should do something about it. ’

The rooftop garden. The sun on top of your head. For some reason, the winter sun came warm. Even the birds that fly with blue sky squeak and squeak. I took out the handkerchief and wiped the saliva that flowed to the mouth of the dam. Now I'm used to this too. Then I heard his voice.

“Th-that's a good thing, isn't it? ”

Maybe he's asking about Emit's surgery. My lips became quicker.

“... that's why I'm in trouble this time. The grandparents must have been surprised, too. All those professors thought I was going to concede Emmett. No, she wants me to do the surgery. Why would they want to hijack it? Anyway, what kind of hospital has so many lines? I'm tired of looking around. If you're good enough, won't it work in a foreign country? ”

Damwon chuckled. It looked that way to me. At this point, I took out the words inside.

“Hey, I might be out for a while. I have to stop in Africa. I have to go to America. I think I'm going to get out of here soon because this is going well. I hate to leave you, but it's all for your own good. ”

My brother replied with an impression.

“Bihaengi...”

I feel hot inside. I wonder if that guy with the notebook said anything to his brother. I asked you a question.

“Hey, about yesterday, did I mention the plane? ”

He waves his legs. Which means no, which means he didn't make a mistake with his brother. He rubbed his shoulder and said.

“Don't worry. Hey, Mom and Dad were really bad luck. When did that happen? Are you still thinking about it? Do you have any idea how embarrassing that was? Grown high school tears, nosebleeds. Hey, I was in high school. Was I crying? ”

He was embarrassed and talked.

“Oops, the decisive temperature. Th-that's a pretty h-girl and a cute baby."

I was amazed by the sound.

“Hey, I didn't nag you either. Are you nagging me? I'm only thirty-two. Somehow I didn't say that today. You have a beautiful woman and a loving, adorable child? Build a family?"

Then he gives a slight nod.

Hah. I sighed in my heart and looked at the dam. But this one, he said for as long as he could today that he wanted to.

And I knew why, so I bit my lip.

Damwon wanted me to be happy even without him. I wanted to have a new family.

I mean...

Nothing good can come out of my mouth.

“Hey, pretty love? There's nothing like that in this world. After all, it was all money. Money! You need money to get married, money to raise children. I don't know if there's a woman with a bunch of keys. ”

“... ”

The real winter came when the fighting winds blew. Maybe this winter started a long time ago when the eyes of a girl who was dating this guy got bruised. I yelled at him to explain that nonsense right away, but he didn't. That's when the diagnostic name came up.

Lugeric.

But I regretted that moment the most. Dead or alive, nothing was decided. But we gave up our chance to explain. That's why the Anti still cheers me up. I rubbed his shoulders a little more and said,

“I'm mad at you. You can introduce her to me. ”

He shakes his head to the left and to the right. Dammit! I hate him so much. But what can I do? He's my only brother.

Lugeric.

It was an incurable disease, but I could never give up.

...

Lunchtime. After helping my brother eat, I used to do a habit of writing a notebook. And then I added a line to it.

‘Getting married.'

But I want it to be something else, so I erase it and write it down again.

I know all about it. There are good enough women in this world, and there are things that money can't buy.

But at the same time, I knew I couldn't do it.

Believing in people has been a very difficult process. Moreover, saving a family to be with for life is even more difficult. Above all, I'm not weak enough to lean on someone. I can live happily by myself.

In Nietzsche's book, 'Antichrist,' happiness feels‘ increased strength and overcome resistance. ’Did I say that? If that were true, I would be very happy right now. I don't know if it sounds funny to anyone.

After all, the meeting with Emit was over. Her surgery was very successful, and our contract was ongoing as promised. Soon, we'll go to Africa and do a local survey, and then we'll stop by the G company in the United States and get the data, and we'll be able to conduct clinical trials.

Next was the nurse's station. I find it quite disturbing that he searched for her. He's in our hospital again, isn't he? Of course, if he'd really had an accident, I'd be at the police station right now. But I wanted to be sure what I was doing yesterday.

The nurse is finally coming back to the station.

“Sir, is there a VIP in Room 11? ”

“Ah, Professor. I just got discharged. But you didn't find it yesterday? ”

Now it's clear. I wrote a notebook and searched for her with some goals. I don't know what the goal was, but it was never a good intention. Meanwhile, the nurse sent me a suspicious look.

“Did something happen? ”

“No big deal · · · ·. ”

I blurred my words while sweeping my gums. And she said,

“Professor, I think you should be careful because you're an celebrity. We were in a bit of a bind. The patient is compliant. ”

She came to the station because of me. What kind of man was I yesterday? I had an emotional burden, but I made excuses for being patient.

“Oh, really? He was definitely a celebrity. I just went to get an autograph. ”

“Phew, Professor! What if he trusted our hospital and didn't have a manager? ”

No, fuck it. I didn't do this. I felt like yelling at the whole ward.

It was then.

“What happened! ”

An ugly face with an ugly voice. When I did, I even showed up to Cha Seung-mi, the professor's daughter.

“Ah, Seung-ji. Professor Jung asked for VIP number 11...”

“Room 11? Oh, right. Professor, I need to talk to you. ”

I asked casually.

“What's the matter? The car?”

She raises her eyes sharply. There are usually bad relationships, and when you think about her bullshit personality, there's never a good word to say.

“What the hell did you do yesterday?! ”

I knew she'd start screaming. Eyes like a viper. It looks like you caught something.

“I don't know what you're talking about, so talk slowly. ”

Let's hear what he has to say. The car nurse shouted at each other.

“No, why is the patient discharging so urgently? After the professor left! ”

Last resort? Now she knows. I'm completely out of the car's net. I looked down at her and said,

“Hey, Sam. How do I know all that? I'm a doctor, and you're a nurse. Why are you asking me what the nurse needs to know? ”

“No, that's it! You were in that room yesterday! ”

“Was it just me? ”

“Yes?”

Tsk, my eyes are frozen.

“Car Sam. My brother. The courier from the anti-fans was still there. But you said room 11 was a celebrity. ”

“What does it matter...”

“No, of course it does. Isn't room 19 supposed to have anti-fans? Well, of course they have fans. He's already been admitted to our hospital, and it's in the newspaper. ”

“What are you talking about! I'm sure of it!”

Are you sure? She sets a trap with her own hands.

“Then what's my brother? Oh, my God! This is ridiculous. Hey. I'm not going to let this go. ”

“That's not it...”

“Ha! Gekko makes you use the caregiver in the VIP ward. It'll be fun. I'll get a caregiver for a lot of money. And you know what happens if you don't do the FM for every one of you? ”

“... ”

Her eyes turn pale, whether she is speechless. The expression is stunning. I thought it was awkward to trust the back of the car professor, but it was all cool. Marrying a woman like this? You can't do that unless you're out of your mind.

No more begging for palms to be mirrors, and no more tribute to the old people in the back room.

Yeah, it is.

The damn Fellowship days are over.

...

After I got down from the VIP ward, I thought of the bear. But the lost memories never came back. Besides, I can't ask anyone, so I'm stumped. However, when I looked back on my work yesterday, I thought that I might have met her in person.

But you can't ask her yourself? What if I had an accident and she didn't report it? My approach may create a significant alert for her.

“Ha.”

Why the hell would I go looking for her? I went to the security team just in case. CCTV images were not too difficult to obtain.

I turned on the CCTV footage myself.

Quiet hallway to the VIP ward.

Time flies. I can see some nurses and patients moving. At some point, a man in a white coat appeared. And the moment I pressed pause, my back trembled.

The face on the CCTV's screen was definitely better. Frenzied eyes and expressionless face. On CCTV, I entered Harnessee's room without hesitation. Since then, my eyes have been on CCTV for 1 second, 2 seconds · · 36 seconds. In just 36 seconds, I came out of the room with a weird smile.

What happened in her room for 36 seconds?

I swallowed a saliva.