"Can you tell me what the problem is?"
"There is something wrong here, Young-Joon," says the narrator. My eyes welled up with tears as I thought about it.
"It is all right, darling. Everything is going to be fine. I believe that we should all go to the hospital at the same time."
Young-Joon, you must make a promise to me that my children will survive."
"I swear," he says, his voice firm and firm.
My stomach turned up in my throat when I saw Young-Joon pushing me down the street in a bridal carriage.
It took us less than five minutes to get to the hospital from our house. He could feel the agony in his bones, and he would not stop until it was relieved. Soon after I arrived at the hospital, Young-joon dragged me into the waiting room and began yelling for nurses right away.
In an electric wheelchair, I was escorted into the emergency room by a couple of emergency room nurses.
