“Stop it.
He worked hard performing the surgery.”
“That’s right.
I’m just thankful that Min-jun woke up.”
At the chairman couple’s intervention, Lee Ho-jun didn’t press the issue any further, but his glare was incredibly fierce.
At that sight, the hospital director unconsciously shrank back.
Although Lee Ho-jun’s rank was Executive Director, he held more real power than most presidents.
With a single word from him, his position could be blown away in an instant.
Waking up from his sleep, Philip had to meet the gaze of an unfamiliar woman staring down at him.
“Min-jun.
It’s Mom, Mom.”
“M… Mom…?”
Philip had asked back because he was puzzled, but the woman seemed to mistakenly think he recognized her and spoke with great joy.
“Yes.
You’ve woken up, so it’s fine, it’s fine.
Oh, my baby.
Sob.”
Having lived the past half year in constant anxiety without a single day of peace, Woo Hee-yeong hugged Philip and shed tears of relief.
Philip, who had been in a perplexing situation for a while, was barely able to get away when the head of neurosurgery appeared.
“Visiting hours are over.
Madam, Min-jun is currently capable of breathing on his own, so we plan to remove the oxygen respirator tomorrow.”
“Really?”
“Yes.
To do so, we need to let him sleep now.
Sleep is the best medicine.
He will recover a little bit every day, so please rest easy now and get some rest yourself, Madam.”
“…”
“Let’s do as the department head says.
I’m sure they’ll take good care of him.
Don’t worry about anything and just focus on recovering.”
When the unfamiliar middle-aged man, who had been watching from behind the whole time, patted his shoulder, Philip unconsciously shrank back.
The woman who called herself his mom spoke.
“I understand.
Please take good care of our son.”
“We will do our best to care for him.”
“Son.
Mom will go now and come back in the evening.
Get some rest.
Okay?”
Philip quickly blinked his eyes several times.
It was because he wanted to quickly escape this confusing situation.
This time as well, Woo Hee-yeong mistakenly thought he had completely understood her words and answered, bringing a smile to her face.
She then stroked Philip’s face, neatly arranged his hair, and stood up.
Once only Nurse Kim Seon-mi was left, Philip asked with a serious expression.
“What day… is today?”
“It’s March 23rd.
It’s your 185th day since being admitted.”
“What year?”
“It’s 2009.
Is your memory still confused?”
Ignoring the nurse’s question, Philip squeezed his eyes shut.
He had suspected it, but… something was wrong.
He was not currently lying here as Philip, a US Military special warfare officer.
He was lying here as a young man, Jang Min-jun, the son of Taesan Group.
In the body of a young man who was a whopping twenty-one years younger.