When I was in the hospital, without wasting any time, I immediately went to the room where Dr. Jeong was in.

I sat on a nursing bed and said nothing. I just kept staring at the floor blankly and felt dishearten. Until Dr. Jeong shifted his chair right in front of me, then said, "I have collected your medicines, Sir."

Hearing those words, I was momentarily stunned. Raising my face slowly, I asked, "Are you trying to ask me to leave, Doc?"

"Huh?" He frowned in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"You collected the medicines before I got here. Unusual, right? You usually would collect them when I was here and say 'I want to collect my medicines'," I said in a flat tone.

He chuckled softly with his right hand over his mouth. "You're indeed a very fun guy, sir. I didn't think that you would draw any conclusions from such a thing," paused, he continued, "I just collected them first so I want to hear an interesting story from you today"

I took a deep breath, closed my eyes for a moment before saying, "What story? It's so unusual to ask that. I don't have any interesting stories to tell after all."

An interesting story? What kind of interesting story would he like to hear from me?

If it was a pleasant story that he wanted to hear, it might be better if he read it in a fairy tale book, where every character who was hurt had a happy ending. As for me ... there was only sadness which might be just catastrophe.

I tried to change the subject by saying, "Hey, Doc, stop being formal when you talk to me. I think we're pretty close now, and there's nothing wrong with just calling my nickname."

Hearing that statement, Dr. Jeong laughed even more. "Alright. Chunghee, then call me Jeong Hoon."

I smiled while glancing at him. "Sounds fair. But, you have a title, I can't possibly call you 'Jeong Hoon'."

Dr. Jeong leaned his back on the back of the chair and replied casually, "You also have a title, I'm also not used to call you 'Chunghee'."

I didn't give any response and just kept smiling. Until a thought finally crossed my mind and made me ask carefully, "Doc, what treatments should be done for brain cancer?"

Hearing that question, Dr. Jeong immediately straightened his back and started to explain seriously, "The standard of treatment for brain cancer includes surgery, radiotherapy, and chemotherapy. Before we do surgery, you have to routinely have a medical checkup for about two weeks to make sure that your body is fit. After that, radiotherapy will be done to clean the remaining cancer cells before doing chemotherapy."

"Chemotherapy for brain cancer patients is different from chemotherapy for other types of cancer. For brain cancer, the medicine is in the form of pills, not intravenous fluids. If you want to do surgery, I will contact a neurologist, so you can consult with him soon."

"Do the procedures have to be done? What if I only do chemotherapy?" I asked again.

Dr. Jeong sighed heavily before answering, "Sir, if you want your recovery to be maximized, then you have to do all the procedures," with a pause, he continued, "Brain cancer consists of two types, namely primary and secondary. Primary is cancer cells that have come from the brain itself, while secondary comes from cancer cells from other organs. From the x-rays, you have primary brain cancer, namely Glioblastoma. This is the most dangerous type of brain cancer. It's grade fourth."

After hearing that explanation, I lowered my head slowly while thinking about something. I wanted to do the procedures. But, I didn't know how to say this directly to Donghwa. Do I need to do it secretly?

Nearly a minute passed, finally, the ringing of my cell phone broke my mind. I looked at my cell phone, then saw Donghwa's name on the screen. I immediately picked up the phone. "What's going on?"

"Is your business over there finished? I'll pick you up. Which hospital are you at now?"

Paused for a moment, I replied, "Pick me up in front of the bookstore in District M."

"Okay, I'll get you there soon."

After finishing the sentence, the phone was cut off.

Putting my cell phone in my pocket, I smiled, staring down blankly. I was sure that I didn't instill hatred in myself for someone who always tore my feelings apart. But, somehow when I remembered that man, he often made me want to cry and made me even sicker of the love story that was full of falsehood in it.

"Sir?"

Hearing Dr. Jeong's voice, I turned to him and smiled. "I have to go directly. Please give me the medicines, doc." I immediately stood up.

Dr. Jeong stood up after my words and walked towards the cupboard which was full of medicines to take out a bag of medicines. He walked towards me while handing them to me. "I'm still waiting for your decision, sir."

Grabbing the bag of medicines, I smiled in a friendly manner. "Give me one more chance. I'll decide it this time surely."

Dr. Jeong didn't respond, only showing a smile on his face with worry. So, I immediately left the hospital.

I sat for a while in front of the bookstore before a car parked in front of me, then I immediately got inside and sat comfortably beside the driver's seat.

Donghwa asked in surprise, "Why are you taking so long?"

Buckling my seat belt, I answered in a low voice, "I had a chat with the doctor over there. He's very nice. It's not good to ignore a nice guy like him."

Hearing that, Lee Donghwa took a deep breath before pressing the gas pedal.

On the way, I asked, "Have you been home all day?"

"Yes. No business in Daejeon. Hoonsik took care of everything, so I took the day off today," with a pause, he asked, "I saw there were a lot of medicines in your wardrobe earlier, what medicine are those?"

I gasped in startle when I knew that he found them, but I tried to answer calmly, "Those ... are not medicines but vitamins. During my work as an assistant, I often stayed up late but had to work early in the morning. So, I have anemia and have been dizzy these days. That's why I put vitamins in it."

By saying that, I laughed at myself inside. I knew that what I had just said was true and false. I was pretty good at taking my words to something that could be trusted.

Meanwhile, Lee Donghwa immediately grabbed my hand after hearing my words. He spoke with worry, "Chunghee, I've warned you long ago that you don't have to work. You're stubborn and didn't want to listen to me at that time, so I let you do whatever you want. But, now if you work again, I won't hesitate to lock you up at home. Don't make me furious about this. I can break your legs if I have no other choice."

Staring straight ahead blankly, I smiled bitterly. "Isn't it the same as that you're killing me?"

"If that's the case, then I'll kill myself to be with you too."

Hearing that answer, I glanced at him silently and saw the deep smile on his face as if what he just said wasn't a joke worth laughing at.

I was wondering, 'You can still say such things after what you've been doing for these three years?

He was quite brave and shameless.