Chapter 16
[Comment] WisdomMom: Wow... you're really writing fiction now. What OB-GYN doctor personally massages someone's breasts and squeezes out pus? You'd have to be insane lololololol.
[Comment] YeolmuMom: Exactly. Breastfeeding specialists or nurses do that kind of thing. Doctors don't even touch your breasts. They just throw an antibiotic prescription at you and tell you to go to surgery.
[Comment] PickyMom: If you squeeze an abscess like that, you'll rupture all the milk glands!! New moms, don't fall for some neighborhood clinic hiring promoters on its very first day. That's seriously dangerous;;
[Comment] SpringMom: Look at the writing quality~ Even the paragraph breaks are perfect haha. Advertising agencies have really improved these days.
[Comment] DodamMom: A university hospital professor said she needed surgery, but some neighborhood clinic that just opened fixed it? If that were possible, why would university hospitals even exist;;
[Comment] KongMom: But I seriously feel like I've got a rock inside my breast right now... I'm so desperate I'd try anything ㅠㅠ Could you message me the address...?
The pride Minseo had felt only moments ago disappeared.
Annoyance quickly replaced it.
Some people accused her of being a paid hospital promoter.
Others called the clinic a scam.
Still others acted as if they were experts and treated her like an idiot because "something like that couldn't possibly happen."
Harsh comments piled up one after another.
Minseo frowned.
"What? Fiction? A paid promoter? They don't know anything!"
They weren't just insulting her.
They were insulting the horrible pain she'd endured with her own body and the wonderful doctor who had gently taken that pain into her own hands.
Something inside Han Minseo snapped.
A strange fighting spirit ignited inside a woman who normally avoided conflict and dreamed only of being an elegant, devoted wife and mother.
I'll prove it even if I have to photograph my card receipt and prescription envelope.
Minseo rolled up her sleeves.
Tap, tap, tap.
She began typing furiously.
She needed to answer every one of those comments.
People who don't know anything!
Pain.
Fear.
Anxiety.
Despair.
Those people were mocking the sacred place of healing that had saved Han Minseo from losing part of her breast.
They deserved an answer.
Minseo willingly stepped onto the front line.
At that same time, another mother in the same neighborhood was reading the post.
Son Jeonga was sprawled across her living-room floor, breathing heavily.
Cold cabbage leaves were plastered all over her swollen breasts because some parenting café claimed it was a home remedy.
But they were nowhere near enough to cool the terrible heat inside breasts that had hardened like stone.
"Ah, damn it, you crazy idiot... Did someone hold a knife to your throat and force you to breastfeed?!"
Jeonga screamed while pulling at her own hair.
"You could've just given the baby colostrum and switched to formula! Why did you suddenly decide you had to prove some incredible maternal love? Look what you've done to yourself! Your breasts are going to rot off! What good is breastfeeding then, you idiot...!"
The frightened baby beside her started crying.
"Kong, don't cry. Please. Mommy will hold you, okay?"
The baby was only three weeks old and hadn't been officially registered yet, so everyone still called the child by the prenatal nickname, Kong.
Jeonga hurriedly tried to pick the baby up.
"Ow!"
She screamed.
Even the lightest brush against her breast hurt unbearably.
Trembling, Jeonga struggled to her laptop and turned it on.
Maybe there was some miraculous massage technique that could instantly cure blocked milk ducts.
She opened Daum Café.
The post by 'PrettyMom' appeared again.
She had previously asked for the clinic's location under her secondary username 'KongMom,' but she'd been too suspicious to actually go.
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The post claimed a doctor had personally drained pus by hand.
It sounded impossible.
The comments had already turned into a battlefield.
People were calling it 'paid advertising' and 'a neighborhood clinic scam.'
If Jeonga hadn't been in this much pain, she would've mocked it too.
"What kind of lunatic doctor squeezes pus out with her own hands? This clinic hired the wrong promoter."
But the pain in her breast had become so severe that it overwhelmed rational thought.
Desperate enough to grab at anything, Jeonga clicked PrettyMom's username.
She'd been active in parenting communities for years.
If this was an advertising account, it should've been newly created or have only one promotional post.
She clicked [View Author's Posts].
As Jeonga scrolled through PrettyMom's old posts, her eyes slowly widened.
[Prenatal Education] Finished My Baby's First Newborn Jacket With French Embroidery~ Hoho (Views: 210)
[Cooking] Shabu-Shabu Dinner Ready for My Husband's Return From Work ^^ (Views: 540)
[Interior] Come See My Baby's European-Style Nursery~ (Views: 1,200)
The farther she scrolled, the more lace and floral-pattern pictures appeared.
The clean white house looked like something out of a magazine.
The unmistakable scent of an 'elegant devoted wife' who enjoyed showing off a little filled every post.
Jeonga let out an incredulous laugh.
"What is this? Some sheltered greenhouse flower?"
But at the same time, she became certain.
She's definitely not a paid promoter.
This was someone who loved showing off her perfect housekeeping skills, spotless nursery, and imported dishes.
The account had documented years of her life, from pregnancy to childbirth.
A woman who usually wrote gracefully about French embroidery had thrown away all dignity in the middle of the night and posted things like, 'I cried like a crazy woman in the market.'
"Doesn't look hacked either."
Jeonga snapped her laptop shut and jumped up.
"Damn it. Whatever. I'm going."
She was in a hurry.
If she left now, she'd arrive around 8:50.
Meanwhile, the clinic was preparing to open.
Gain was thinking.
Should I hand out flyers?
Yesterday, after treating Han Minseo, not a single other patient had come.
The real-estate agent who had helped her rent the clinic had stopped by to say hello.
That was all.
"I'll spread the word everywhere!"
The agent had promised several times.
But still, no patients came.
"Whew."
Back when Gain was the Saintess, patients found her on their own.
She'd never needed advertising.
If anything, the knight order had needed to stand outside with spears to stop patients from flooding in day and night.
"Good morning!"
Choi Yuri arrived.
Jo Eunjae came shortly afterward.
"I'm here."
Following yesterday's training, the two began preparing to receive patients.
Eunjae cleaned diligently.
