Closed in his office before he started to see the patients, his morning's euphoria ceased, as Jun Hyeon glanced at the name of the clinic in the embossed letters behind his desk.
Dr. Kim heavily sighed. There was a lot of work to do.
Before everything else, he went into the closet to change, passing the small hallway that separated the private part of his office from the service area. There, in a wall, a picture of him and Ji Hyeon, smiling for the camera in a fraternal hug, both sporting limpid eyes and braces on their teenage smiles. It reminded him of his daily mission at the Foundation that borrowed her name.
The intercom rang with precise timing when he returned with his medical coat on. There were moments that Dr. Kim suspected that Senior Secretary Ma managed to install a hidden camera in his room. Either that or he was even a very predictable and methodical man.
