Du-Ho Hospital.
When I arrived, Dr. Jeong was not in his room. He went to check on some patients and his assistant asked me to wait for a while.
As promised, today we would have lunch together. But it didn't match with what was planned due to a patient had chemotherapy scheduled this noon and it was an inevitable obligation. However, it didn't matter. He was a doctor, a hope for those who were struggling for life.
Feeling saturated, I walked while eying the entire room. Observing several objects such as a collection of books, medicines, until a photo tucked between books caught my attention.
I pulled the photo out, observing two people in it. The guy on the left was Dr. Jeong himself, while another one beside him, it could be a friend or even his brother.
Satisfied, I put the photo back in its place. I didn't want to be even more impolite to tinker with Dr. Jeong's personal belongings. He might no longer want to admit me as his patient.
