Du-Ho Hospital.
I walked towards the Neurologist room. As the room was on the fifth floor, before going up, I took the time to come to Dr. Jeong's room. From a distance, I saw two men dressed neatly all in black, standing at the door of the doctor's office. With a big and strong body wrapped in a coat, they almost covered the entire door.
It seemed that there was a conglomerate that was experiencing the same fate as me.
'Sick indeed doesn't look at who you are, what your position is, and also how much money you have. It will come if you don't care about yourself.'
I was good at expressing such dramatic things, but not good at doing it for real.
Thinking that Dr. Jeong was busy, I decided to wait and sit on the bench in front of the room.
A few minutes after waiting outside, the assistant from Dr. Jeong came out of the room and was surprised when she saw me sitting in front of the door. "Mr. Park, why don't you come in?"
