Lee Do-heon

My head was spinning today. Still, I couldn't rest. The trauma surgery department was always short-staffed, and I couldn't afford to be absent. I followed Dohun into the operating room. “Scalpel.”* His words were heard, but my hand didn't move immediately. My head was blank. It was the kind of mistake Dohun hated the most. Get a grip, what are you doing? I urged myself, but I missed the instruction again. In the end, I was kicked out of the operating room. In a way, it was a natural consequence, but I couldn't help but feel upset. Why isn't it working out the way I want it to...