"Stay off! And stop saying crap!" He shouted angrily "Don't come near me anymore! I will wake my friend up myself and you all will see!" He concluded and averted his attention to his friend's body.
"Kim, you see these people right? You must sue them when you wake up. See the way they are lying because you are sleeping. We must sue them together and then I will stop working here," he brushed back Kim's hair and saw that there was a deep cut on his forehead. "What is this?! You guys can't even treat his wound??! You left this deep cut on his head without treatment!" He screamed in anger and rushed away to get things to treat his friend's wound.
He came back not long after with a tray filled with medicines and other stuff needed for the treatment. "I will treat you now, Kim," he said and started cleaning his bloodstains.
He wiped it all till he was clean of any blood and he started his treatment. He was treating him with so much care like he was a fragile child and the doctors were worried.
"Will professor Won be ok?" One of the interns asked with a worried heart and a face full of concern.
"I don't know... but we need to take the corpse away from him or it might damage his brain. He might become crazy if we don't act now." another first-year said and all the doctors sighed. They did not know what to do and they were all worried and sad for him.
They all knew how close he and the deceased were but there was nothing they could do to help. They could only cry and console him. They were helpless too.
Da won treated Kim and injected him too. He then returned the tray "Make sure you wake up now. I'm done treating you with my magic hands" he said to the body and laughed. Then he turned to the doctors who still stood by the side looking at everything he was doing. "Let me know if there is any reaction from him before I come back. I must return this and dispose of it too," he said, pointing to the medical tray he was holding.
The doctors all nodded their heads in approval and then he left.
"No! Boss please, you have to wake up! Please boss!"
Da won was on his way back from where he went to drop the tray when he heard a noise of a familiar voice. So he quickly rushed over and saw the person pulling Kim's clothes and crying out loud.
"It's Kim's secretary... is he crazy? Why is he doing that to my friend?" He asked no one in particular but rushed to the secretary and pulled him off from Kim. "Are you mad?? How dare you treat your boss that way?!" He shouted in anger! And the secretary was confused about what was happening.
The doctors called him that his boss was dead and now his boss' friend who was a doctor was acting like his boss was still alive. "Mr. Da won, is the boss really dead?" He asked slowly. But the next thing he knew was the stung on his face.
Da won slapped him on the face so hard that he nearly lost his balance.
"How dare you say such a cruel thing to my friend!?! Now! Get out! Leave here!" He screamed in rage "Take him out right now! Securities! Take this bitch out!!" He screamed and tears ran down his face.
The doctors walked forward and whispered into the secretary's ear "You must go now. Professor Won can't believe that his friend is dead and we fear it might be dangerous for him if we force him to believe that. So you need to go now. We will take care of this and call you later." they explained to the secretary and he understood.
"Ok doctors... thank you," he said weakly and after one more glance at the raging Da won, he took his leave.
The hospital director came forward and tapped Da won's back gently "Don't mind him professor Won... He knows nothing. He was only saying rubbish." the man said calmly.
Da won bowed slightly and nodded "Yes. He's going crazy... thank you director," he said and walked back to Kim's side. He adjusted his clothes well and made sure he was comfortable again.
Only after he was done did he sigh and smiled with satisfaction.
The hospital director came out again "Professor Da won. Are you leaving your friend here like this?" He asked him.
Da won gave the man a confused look but didn't say a word. So the Director continued
"Won't you take your friend to the VIP ward?"
"Ohh! Yeah! You're the right director!"