Chapter 23

Chapter 23

One second later, dark liquid began to seep from the cut where the blade had been removed.

Soon thick black fluid slowly flowed from the entire incision.

"I think... I feel relieved."

Eunwoo murmured.

Gain watched the discharge carefully.

The blood was so dark it was almost black, with a deep purplish tint.

It was thick and heavy like syrup reduced over low heat.

Months trapped inside the uterus had oxidized the hemoglobin and changed the color.

Normally, the pain should have become severe enough to reveal the problem much earlier.

This girl had endured all of it alone.

The metallic, sour smell of old blood overtook the Betadine odor in the room.

Gain placed a kidney basin beneath the table and caught the draining fluid.

At the same time, she gently pressed the edges of the incision with sterile gauze to help drainage.

Her other hand rested over Eunwoo's lower abdomen.

"I'm going to press your abdomen slightly. Tell me if it hurts."

"It doesn't hurt."

Gain applied gentle rhythmic pressure, moving the weight of her palm from the uterine fundus toward the pelvic cavity.

"Relax your body."

"Okay."

The pressure inside Eunwoo's previously swollen lower abdomen slowly decreased beneath Gain's palm.

At the same time, a tiny thread of divine power leaked from her fingertips like warm moisture.

"Your hands are so warm... I think the pain is actually disappearing."

Gain used divine power to gently calm the remaining pain and protect the incision edges from inflammation.

Eunwoo simply understood the strange warmth as the doctor's comforting touch.

"Thank you, Doctor."

"Don't talk right now. Just relax."

The first kidney basin filled.

Gain replaced it.

When the second basin was about half full, the fluid changed from nearly black to thin brown.

The consistency slowly became lighter.

The last discharge was almost clear brown fluid.

Soon even that stopped.

Gain gently cleaned the incision with sterile saline gauze.

The mucosa was a healthy pink.

The edges were clean.

This should be enough.

It would be a problem if the opening closed again during healing.

Gain applied a thin layer of water-soluble antibiotic ointment along the incision edges.

Then she placed one sterile pad over the vulva.

"Done."

"...So I've actually been menstruating all this time?"

Jeong Eunwoo murmured.

Tears filled her eyes.

"Do you know how ridiculous I was? I thought I was behind everyone because my first period was so late. I secretly carried pads around so people would think I had periods. I even pretended to have cramps..."

"That's right. You were menstruating. The blood just couldn't come outside because it was trapped."

Gain smiled.

"Here. Use this pad."

"I brought some... Ah. They're in my bag."

"It's okay. I prepared this one for you."

Gain continued.

"You'll have some brown discharge for a while. Change into clean pads often. I'll prescribe antibiotics for one week, so take them on schedule. Come back next week. I only need to check that the incision is healing properly, so it'll take about five minutes."

Eunwoo answered blankly.

"...Okay."

Too much had happened in a single day.

An ambulance.

Her father being called.

A cancer diagnosis.

Then being told she didn't have cancer.

It felt like a dream.

I really don't have cancer.

"Rest well today. You can go back to school tomorrow. Do you want a medical certificate?"

"No. I want to go to school. I have student-council work."

Gain could hear her father pacing outside.

"Should I ask your father to come in?"

After fixing her clothes, Eunwoo nodded lightly.

At the same time, a tear slid down her flushed cheek.

"...Thank you."

The treatment-room door opened.

Her father came inside.

"Eunwoo, did you cry? Did it hurt?"

He pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his daughter's cheek.

"I'm okay. They said it's not cancer. It's not..."

Eunwoo wasn't crying anymore.

Her father was.

"I thought I'd lose you too, like Seohyeon... Hngh... Hngh!"

His sob sounded like a bear roaring.

Gain quietly left them alone.

But she understood exactly how the father and daughter felt.

The spring of divine power inside her chest steadily filled.

It grew warmer and warmer until it became almost hot.

I'll give them a little time alone.

Gain moved to the consultation room and entered information for the medical certificate.

Only then did the father and daughter return, supporting each other.

"Doctor, thank you."

The father bowed deeply.

Ninety degrees.

His back remained bent for a long time.

At that moment, Gain's chest gently warmed.

The spring filled more densely.

Now she knew.

She knew where it came from.

Through his grateful gaze and the rising divine power, she could feel just how thankful this man was.

"I only did what I should. Here's your medical certificate. Give this to the school. You could take about a week off if you want..."

"No. I'm the student council president, so I need to go right back. There's a council meeting."

Eunwoo smiled through her tears.

"One day of rest is enough. Thank you."

Then Eunwoo complained with her energy returning.

"That hospital doctor scared me for nothing!"

Her father laughed.

"It's late, Eunwoo. Let's go home and sleep."

"See you again."

Gain smiled.

The two left the clinic.

Gain finally went back to sleep.

Just as I thought.

She was my patient.


Meanwhile, during the same night Eunwoo was moving from one hospital to another...

Kim Misuk, the real-estate agent who had helped Im Gain rent the clinic building, woke up to use the bathroom.

Then she noticed light shining through the gap beneath her daughter's door.

"Why are you still staring at your phone at this hour?!"

Her daughter was curled under the blanket with a phone in hand, staring at the tiny screen.

"I don't know!"

The girl ran into the bathroom still holding the phone.

Click.

The door locked.

"Look at this child!"

Kim Misuk became furious.

Heat surged through her chest until it felt like her entire body was burning.

I'm already feeling terrible.

She'd been sweating down her back since the middle of the day.

Her clothes kept getting wet.

Menopause, apparently.

At the OB-GYN clinic she'd visited, they said she mostly needed to endure it.

Hormone therapy was an option, but the doctor had started listing possible side effects.

Misuk became too worried to listen to the rest and left without even taking the prescription.

After everything I've done raising her.

After her husband died, Misuk earned her real-estate agent license and opened a small office.

It took more than ten years before people began saying,

You can trust anything Misuk handles.

She hadn't rested a single day.

If she'd invested all that money in property, she could have been worth billions of won by now.

Instead, she'd spent it all on the precious daughter she'd raised like gold.

Academies the girl wanted to attend.

Clothes she wanted.

Anything she asked for.

And that precious daughter had grown into an entirely ordinary teenager who hid under the blanket and stared at her phone in the middle of the night.

Not a genius.

Not a top student.

Around twentieth place in a class of thirty-six.

"Didn't I tell you staring at your phone in the dark will ruin your eyes?!"

Misuk shouted.

Her daughter shouted back from behind the bathroom door.

"I said something important is happening! What's wrong with you lately, Mom? Stop taking your irritation out on me!"

The bathroom door flew open.

Her daughter glared at Misuk with tears in her eyes.

"You don't even know what's happening! You don't care about my friend at all!"

"What happened to your friend?"

"..."

"I asked what happened."

"I don't know. I'm not telling you."

Her daughter stormed into her room.

Bang.

Only after the door slammed shut did Kim Misuk vaguely realize she'd missed something important.

Something happened to her friend?

Maybe it was serious.

Misuk stood outside her daughter's door for a long time.

She almost knocked.

But her hand wouldn't rise.

If she asked again, she felt like she'd only become irritated and start shouting.

Heat surged through the center of her chest again.

Kim Misuk opened the living-room window.

Did I raise Yoonji wrong?

She'd been such an angel when she was little.

What had gone wrong?

Misuk clenched her chest and released it.

The tight feeling didn't disappear.


In the morning, Jeong Eunwoo entered the main building through the school gate as usual.

It was the same school.

But everything felt different.

As if she'd been born again.

The hallway felt quieter than usual.

When she opened her classroom door, her desk partner stopped opening a package of convenience-store bread.

"Eunwoo?"

"I'm here."

Eunwoo placed her bag on her desk.

"Are you okay? You didn't answer any texts last night."

Vice President Yoonji asked.

Yoonji's eyes were slightly swollen.

"It wasn't a big deal. My period cramps were just really bad."

Eunwoo gave a vague answer.

"Oh, see? I told you it was probably cramps."

"You always feel sick around this time every month."

Other students came closer and whispered.

Eunwoo was startled.

Everyone already knew.

There had been no need to pretend she menstruated.

Then Yoonji spoke.

"I'm glad. I'm really, really glad."

Eunwoo gently touched Yoonji's shoulder.

It seemed Yoonji had heard something.

"I'm okay."

Before first period, their homeroom teacher poked his head through the back door.

"Eunwoo, can you come with me for a moment?"

The teacher took her to the counseling room.

Only after carefully studying her face and closing the door did he ask,

"Are you sure you don't need a day off?"

"Yes, sir. The OB-GYN doctor said it was okay."

"All right, then."

The teacher nodded twice.

He didn't ask anything else.

"Were you very surprised yesterday?"

Eunwoo asked first.

Mr. Kim gave a short laugh.

"Anyone would be surprised after hearing the student council president was taken away in an ambulance. Then there was another surprise later that night too."

"...I'm sorry."

Eunwoo lowered her head.

Apparently, her father had quickly contacted the school saying she might have cancer, then later corrected the information.

"Why are you apologizing? Being sick isn't a crime. If anything happens again, you come first. Student-council work comes second."

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