Philip blinked his eyes in place of an answer.
“Your name is Jang Min-jun, correct?”
“…”
“Do you not remember that you are the second son of Chairman Jang Do-myeong of Taesan Group?”
“I… I am… Phi… Philip…”
“Hmm, it seems there are aftereffects from the brain surgery…?”
The head of neurosurgery asked various other questions with a serious expression.
Philip either blinked or stayed still accordingly.
When the head of neurosurgery finished his check and stood up, the hospital director, who had been watching from behind with an anxious expression, hurriedly asked.
“How does it look?”
“His vitals are stable.
There are no physiological issues, but it seems he is experiencing some memory confusion,”
“Is it a major problem?”
“We’ll have to run more tests, but it’s more likely to be memory confusion rather than amnesia.”
“Goodness, what should we report to the Group?”
“Just tell them he has woken up for now.
I will explain the details.”
“Let’s do that.”
As the hospital director turned and left, everyone followed him out.
Only Nurse Kim Seon-mi was left in the hospital room again.
Philip, feeling confused, asked with difficulty.
“H… How…?”
“You had a brain hemorrhage, so the department head performed the surgery himself.
You’ve woken up after six months.”
“I’m… Phi…”
“It’s not good for you to speak too much.
Please sleep for now.
Focus only on recovering at the moment, and you can ask the department head directly later after the oxygen respirator is removed.”
As if on cue with the nurse’s words, drowsiness washed over him.
Philip fell back asleep.
* * *
Two men and one woman arrived at the hospital director’s office.
They were Chairman Jang Do-myeong and Woo Hee-yeong of Taesan Group, along with Lee Ho-jun, the Head of Strategic Planning.
As they sat on the sofa, the head of neurosurgery brought up the CT and MRI scan results and gave his report.
“Fortunately, he has woken up, so the risk of brain death, which we were most concerned about, has completely disappeared.”
“Oh, God.”
Woo Hee-yeong clasped her hands together and put on an expression of relief.
At that moment, the head of neurosurgery delivered some bad news.
“There is nothing wrong with his physiological condition, but it seems he has some memory confusion.”
“What!”
Director Lee Ho-jun shouted with an angry expression.
“It’s still too early to determine whether it’s amnesia or simple confusion, but the latter is more likely.
I believe it will naturally heal as time passes.”
“Didn’t you say there would be no problem with his memory and that a laparoscopy would be enough?”
“The brain hemorrhage was not severe.
In such a situation, opening the skull would have only been more of a burden to the patient…”
“Are you seriously saying that right now…”