Chapter 50. A or A
The private ambulance from the nearest hospital had been taken over by Min Gyu-chan because he was about to be late.
That meant my emergency call had been reassigned to a hospital farther away.
I slapped Min Gyu-chan across the face in front of everyone.
Then I loaded the unconscious fan onto the stretcher and into the ambulance.
The only medical worker present was the driver.
"I'll drive. Jin-seo and the ambulance driver can treat the patient in the back."
"What? Absolutely not! A civilian driving an ambulance violates the Emergency Medical Service Act..."
I ignored Jin-seo reciting laws and closed the transport compartment.
And just like that, I violated some article and clause of the Emergency Medical Service Act.
"I'm only a Level 2 emergency medical technician... but I'll do everything I can."
The ambulance driver said that once breathing stopped, the heart generally followed within four minutes.
From what he could tell, more than four minutes had already passed after the fan stopped breathing.
Whether the fan could come back would depend on continuing CPR.
While the driver and Jin-seo treated him, I switched on the siren and raced down the road.
The guards controlling traffic understood immediately and cleared a path.
On the way, we passed several ambulances.
They were probably the ones responding to my actual emergency call.
If we'd waited for them, the fan would've been fully dead already.
Fortunately, the fan regained consciousness before we reached the hospital.
Even while still barely conscious, he cried out from the pain in his arm.
I'd once cracked a bone and thought it hurt like hell.
This fan's bone had completely broken.
I couldn't imagine the pain.
"Don't ambulances carry anesthetic?"
I asked while the fan continued screaming.
Yoon Jin-seo immediately interrupted.
"Anesthesia can only be administered in the presence of a qualified anesthesiologist. Under the Medical Service Act..."
"We don't carry it anyway, so don't worry."
The driver cut him off.
Eventually, we reached the hospital and handed the fan over to actual professionals.
The emergency-room doctor checked him after his consciousness returned.
Then he asked detailed questions.
How long had the patient stopped breathing?
How much time had passed before he regained consciousness?
After hearing the answers, the doctor nodded.
"If he regained consciousness, it means the first aid was effective. You did well."
"Then he's healthy?"
"His arm is broken, and he stopped breathing for a significant amount of time, so we'll need detailed tests. But his life doesn't appear to be in danger."
Ah.
So this was what it felt like to save someone.
Jin-seo and I sat in the emergency-room waiting area and caught our breath.
The fan's blood covered both my hands.
We were so exhausted I didn't even have the strength to go wash.
"Ugh. I'm driving ninety kilometers an hour through residential streets, and you keep babbling about laws, laws, laws..."
"I wasn't saying you shouldn't do it. I was panicking too... I only meant that if you're going to break the law, at least know which law you're breaking."
"Go lecture Min Gyu-chan instead. What he did was illegal too, right?"
Jin-seo said he was already thinking about exactly how to ruin him.
I pulled out my phone and called Serin to check where the members were.
Just as I was preparing to leave, a nurse suddenly approached and held out her phone.
"You're not an emergency responder, right...? I don't think I've seen you before. Could I get your number?"
"What? My number? Ah, my resident-registration number?"
Maybe because I'd performed medical first aid, some procedure required my identification.
Then why not simply ask for my ID card?
The nurse's face turned red.
She shook her head.
"N-No. Your phone number. I'm not trying to flirt with you or anything. The patient specifically asked me to get it."
"Really?"
"Yes. And I don't have a boyfriend."
If he was a fan, he obviously knew who Do Jun-hyeok was.
If he wanted to thank me, he could even use a fan messenger.
Still, maybe he had a reason.
I wrote down my number.
The nurse left.
Yoon Jin-seo immediately began complaining.
"I'm the one walking around shirtless. Why is your number the one getting asked for...?"
"If taking your shirt off automatically got you numbers, every man would walk around naked."
I glanced at Yoon Jin-seo's bandit-like body.
Then I asked,
"By the way, doesn't this count as public indecency or something?"
Yoon Jin-seo quietly covered his nipples.
Then Serin called again.
She said they were still waiting for me in the waiting room.
I decided to check on the injured fan one last time before going back to pick them up.
"Ah. D-Do hyung..."
"Rest comfortably. They said you need absolute rest."
"The... afterlife exists..."
The fan weakly began describing his near-death experience in vivid detail.
Earlier, I'd heard that prolonged cardiac arrest could damage brain cells.
Even if the story sounded ridiculous, he was speaking coherently.
He seemed fine.
A few minutes later, the fan's guardian and fellow fans arrived at the hospital with pale faces.
They nearly collapsed when they saw him.
The arm had been temporarily realigned under local anesthesia.
Surgery for the fracture was scheduled for early the next morning.
"Do hyung saved me."
At the fan's statement, everyone's attention turned toward me.
Blue Moon really had grown.
I didn't recognize any of these faces.
They thanked me on his behalf.
Then I spotted one face I did recognize.
The middle-aged man who had come as the fan's guardian.
The famous Director Go Won-jun.
"Huh...? Aren't you Director Go Won-jun?"
"Yes, that's me. But how could I possibly repay something like this? They said my son literally came back from death!"
Go Won-jun looked at the injured fan and explained that he was his son.
Then he burst into tears and hugged me.
I saved Go Won-jun's son?
No.
Go Won-jun's son was an Apollo member?!
Then didn't that mean the son of Writer Go Won-hee, who would create one of the future grand-prize-nominated versions of 〈Good Pro〉, was also Apollo?
Go Won-jun was a famous director in his own right.
But he was also well known as the husband of Writer Go Won-hee, whose drama 〈Good Pro〉 would become one of the two future grand-prize nominees shown by the spam message.
The two usually worked together as writer and director.
So there was a high chance Go Won-jun would directly film the broadcast version of 〈Good Pro〉.
For reference, although their names looked similar, Director Go Won-jun and Writer Go Won-hee weren't siblings.
They were married.
They were unrelated Go clans.
What was happening?
I looked toward Yoon Jin-seo, who stood nearby staring blankly.
Then I remembered the two 〈Good Pro〉 scripts.
Two different writers.
Two grand-prize nominees.
It couldn't be coincidence that a future GIF appeared, I got to read Yoon Jin-seo's script, and now I'd formed a connection with the Go couple.
At first, I thought the future was probably directing me toward Serin joining Yoon Jin-seo's project.
Go Won-hee was far too famous.
Getting Serin cast there would be difficult.
But now I'd given them a favor they could never forget.
It felt rewarding.
But my thoughts became even more complicated.
"Apollo? Apollo? You said Blue Moon, right? I swear I'll remember this and repay you properly someday!"
"Ah, I'm actually a huge fan of Director Go Won-jun. Could I at least get your contact information?"
"That hardly counts as repayment."
Go Won-jun took my phone and entered his number.
When he saw his son's blood on the device, he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment.
While he entered the contact information, my head was filled with thoughts about how to make the best use of this opportunity.
Now I had a connection with the Go couple too.
Not through some introduction where someone simply gave me their number.
Through saving their son.
Yoon Jin-seo's 〈Good Pro〉?
Or the Go couple's 〈Good Pro〉?
That was the question.
"Ah. And this half-naked gentleman sitting here also played a major role in saving your son."
"What? Ah! I see."






