Fortunately, Minjun’s eyelids fluttered and slowly opened.
“Minjun! Can you see Teacher? Huh?”
Minjun weakly turned his head towards Minseop.
The paramedic shone a light in Minseop’s eyes and checked Minjun’s pulse, asking him a few questions. While the ER doctor was examining Minjun, Seoha arrived.
“Minjun!”
“Uh… Mom…”
“Yes, it’s Mom!”
Seeing that Minjun recognized her, Seoha’s tears burst forth.
She had been terrified at the thought of something happening to him.
Her hands and feet were as cold as Minjun’s.
“Ah… Thank you. Thank you for saving my Minjun. Uh-huh.”
Seoha held Minjun’s hand tightly and bowed her head, sobbing.
Seoha, who wasn’t religious, felt grateful to every existing deity at that moment.
She was thankful for not taking away the child she had staked her life to protect, the child she wouldn’t hesitate to give her life for, allowing him to stay by her side.
Taekyung watched Seoha from a distance for a long time. He followed Minjun’s attending doctor, who was leaving to write up a chart.
“Doctor!”
“Yes? What can I do for you?”
The doctor turned around, his wrinkled gown displaying his fatigue. Taekyung asked as politely as possible.
“How is the child Minjun you just examined?”
“Are you his father?”
“Ah, yes.”
Taekyung lied without realizing it. The doctor did not seem to doubt him.
“So you’re the teacher who came with him. I thought so. The father and son do look very alike.”
Seoha understood why Minjun resembled her, but Taekyung couldn’t comprehend how he could resemble Minjun when they had no relation. Taekyung’s face slightly distorted at this thought, and the doctor, thinking his delayed response was the cause, quickly shifted the topic back to Minjun.
“The patient’s condition needs further examination. There might be internal bleeding, so we need to do a CT or MRI scan.”
“Yes, I understand. But he’s just a child, do we really need a CT scan? I’m worried about the radiation.”
Taekyung asked anxiously, but the doctor calmly replied as if such concerns were commonplace.
“If it were my child, I’d go for it. We need to check for any possible bleeding or fractures. And we have to monitor his progress. I can’t say anything definitive at this point.”
The doctor adjusted his glasses with an indifferent look. Taekyung thanked him with a slight bow. The doctor then turned away to continue his work.
As Taekyung was about to return to Seoha, he overheard the doctor’s mutter.
“The power of genetics is indeed frightening.”
Taekyung turned his head to look at the back of the doctor’s head, then their eyes met as the doctor looked back. The atmosphere emanating from Taekyung’s expressionless face created a tense moment.
What troubled Taekyung was a conversation he had overheard between nurses.
“A nurse inputting Minjun’s patient information remarked to another nurse, ‘Oh, Nurse Kim, this patient has a watermelon allergy.'”
“Watermelon allergy? That’s quite rare. Any other allergies, like to antibiotics or drugs?”
“None. His blood type is RH negative.”
“Let’s double-check before administering any drugs.”
The nurses were glued to their monitors, whispering.
But Taekyung paused at their conversation.
Watermelon allergy, a rare condition he knew too well, but never encountered in anyone else except his father, whom he had heard had it, though others didn’t know.
Could allergies be inherited too, like blood types? And the same RH negative blood type? The similarity to Minjun was uncanny and gave him goosebumps.
The shared traits drew him closer to Minjun, yet the fact that he was another man’s child repelled him.
Taekyung’s curiosity about Minjun’s real father grew.
Shaking off his thoughts, Taekyung approached Seoha.
Minjun was again asleep, and Seoha, with her face soaked in tears, was watching over her son.
Soon, a nurse came to explain the tests to Seoha, got her consent, and moved Minjun onto a stretcher.
Seoha’s hands were still trembling.
“It’s going to be okay. Minjun is a strong boy. Don’t worry too much.”
“Thank you, Teacher Minseop.”
“It’s my fault. I should have watched him more closely. I should have held his hand.”
Minseop’s face was full of regret as he comforted Seoha, who began to sob again.
Taekyung, seeing this, felt extremely displeased.
How dare he touch her?
Taekyung strode over and lifted Minseop’s arm off Seoha.
“Don’t touch her without permission.”
The Male lead Always Seduces Her with His Beauty (Matriarchy)
Xin Jiao Zhou is the leader of the world’s premier sect. She has just experienced betrayal from all sides, was poisoned in an assassination attempt, and faced death squad attacks while the poison was taking effect. After finally clearing out the scum from her sect, she was drugged again while trying to detoxify.
After waking up from a night of unconsciousness, she gained a “beautiful and kind-hearted” husband.
Xin Jiao Zhou: “???”
He fell ill.
She came to see him, bringing breakfast.
As she put down the breakfast and was about to leave, his hand slipped while holding the spoon. “Clank!”
She turned around upon hearing the noise.
He looked up at her, his eyebrows drooping: “My hand… has no strength.”
“Shall I… feed you?” she asked tentatively.
He opened his mouth cheerfully: “Ah—”
Thinking she was drowning, he jumped in without hesitation to save her, but nearly drowned himself. In the end, it was she who swam over to rescue him, giving him air underwater.
After emerging from the water, his ear tips turned red. He lightly brushed his cheek, tucking his sideburns behind his ear, revealing delicate, pink-tinged ear tips. He lowered his gaze, too embarrassed to look at her.
Xin Jiao Zhou: He’s truly beautiful, kind-hearted, and adorable.
A certain someone when disciplining subordinates behind the scenes: “If they don’t obey, just kill them.”
What’s that? She might already have someone she cares about in her heart? A certain someone: Find out who it is, kill them, and then there won’t be anyone.
What? She met a man by the riverside? What? That man even hurt her? A certain someone: Whichever hand hurt her, chop off his entire arm.
Love at first sight without realizing it, gradually falling in love, slowly getting closer…
Family and national grudges, schemes and desires, good and evil, crime and punishment, she and he face the future together, seeking justice with passion!
A naturally dark female lead who could accidentally destroy the world but is actually an honest person VS a weak, pitiful, and helpless but skilled fighter, beautiful white-cut black male lead
My heart is not of stone, how steadfast is your love? — Tao Yuanming “Imitating the Ancients (No. 3)”
— Reading Guide —
Cold female lead & dramatic black lotus with hidden yandere traits male lead
