Two days after the surgery.
I heard the news that Mom had awakened. However, it was said that visits would be challenging for a week due to the need for infection control.
Just seeing Mom’s face sleeping through the glass was enough for Eunjae, and that alone made her incredibly happy.
And she felt relieved.
“There was bleeding, so I was worried, but the platelet count is fine, and the results are very good.”
Thanks to this man, who came to me whenever he had a break to report on Mom’s progress.
“I don’t know who performed the surgery.”
Following his playful laughter, Eunjae also laughed together.
Today marked exactly one week since Mom underwent surgery.
Under the meticulous care of this man, Mom was recovering day by day. Eunjae had never doubted his skills, but now she realized that Taekyu’s words were not just to reassure her.
The appearance of Yoon Sunwoo, the thoracic surgery professor, which she couldn’t see at home.
He was a truly perfect man with no flaws, both as a husband and a doctor.
They say he’s a ruthless and persistent viper within the hospital.
To Eunjae’s eyes, he only appeared as a charismatic and capable doctor.
“This morning, your mother even held my hand. Is our Yun husband here? She called him that way.”
Even the smile that had become more frequent lately was so adorable.
Is this what they call a lovey-dovey smile?
No, to anyone, he seemed like an outstanding man to the point of being intimidating.
Eunjae, sitting across from him, watched him carefully explain each item in the tablet filled with test results, propping her chin on the table.
If.
If I hadn’t run away that day,
So, if I hadn’t met you,
I wonder how I would be living by now.
In the dark and long tunnel where nothing would change, wouldn’t I have given up everything and sat there hesitatingly?
To me, you are.
To you, I am.
I hope we continue to be indispensable to each other and happily together for a long, long time.
“Is that so?”
When Eunjae smiled subtly, Sunwoo carefully placed the tablet, which he had been holding onto all the time, on the table.
“I miss you.”
“Me too.”
“Endure a little more. At this rate, you might be able to move to a general ward tomorrow.”
Eunjae nodded as she looked at Sunwoo. As Eunjae’s gaze smoothly passed his smiling face, it naturally stopped at his shirt.
Eunjae, as if remembering something she had forgotten, stood up, tapping her knee.
“Oh, right. I brought clothes.”
Eunjae, who stood up abruptly, handed Sunwoo the shopping bag she had brought from home earlier. It contained his shirt and tie.
It had already been two weeks since Sunwoo had been living in the hospital.
During the week when Mom was recovering after the surgery, Eunjae stayed in the hospital, studying for exams, delivering greetings to worried adults, and visiting home to bring Sunwoo’s clothes and lunch.
The surgery went well, but Eunjae insisted on staying by her mother’s side until she regained consciousness, saying that it wasn’t just a relief.
With his extreme dedication, someone might mistake him for her son. Smiling at the thought, Eunjae said, “Thank you.”
Receiving the shopping bag with a grin, Sunwoo immediately took off his shirt without hesitation. While he changed into the shirt from the bag, Eunjae, unknowingly, stared at his flawless torso without any unnecessary details. When their eyes met, she quickly averted her gaze as if pretending not to see.
Looking at Eunjae’s flushed face, Sunwoo chuckled, “Why, suddenly find me handsome?”
Lowering her voice, Eunjae alternated her gaze between Sunwoo and the hospital door, “No, what if someone comes in unexpectedly?”
“Who’s going to come in?”
“Me too, I want this to be just for my eyes.”
“No one will come in.”
How can you be so sure? Eunjae replied with a muffled voice, and Sunwoo, who had been fastening the shirt buttons, bent down, narrowing the distance between them. His warm breath touched her ear, tickling her.
“I locked the door when I came in.”
“…”
Sunwoo shifted his gaze from Eunjae’s blushing earlobes to her lips, where words had diminished. His mischievousness, hidden until now, subtly started to emerge.
He gently traced Eunjae’s flushed earlobe with his fingertip and whispered, “The door is locked again; should I take it off?”
Leaning against the table, with his shirt slightly askew, Sunwoo’s appearance, down to his rolled-up sleeves, confused Eunjae’s vision. For a moment, she felt the urge to take off that shirt, but realizing the belated fact that they were in a hospital room, she abruptly regained her composure.
“Oh, quickly put it on and go to work.”
Approaching Sunwoo with a heated face, Eunjae watched his smiling mouth, swallowing dry saliva.
Looking at Sunwoo with an inquiring expression, he asked, “I just had the same thought.”
“What, what thought?”
Eunjae, as if to avoid revealing her trembling eyes, quickly finished buttoning the remaining two buttons without making eye contact.
To prevent him from having different thoughts.
No, before I change my mind.
My Ex-Girlfriend Is The Regent In The Female-dominant World (Male lead transmigrates to the matriarchal world)
Two years ago, Gu Sui picked up a homeless woman in ancient costume from the street.
Apart from occasionally claiming to be a princess from a female-dominant country due to illness, her figure, appearance, intelligence, and martial arts skills were impeccable.
Naturally evolving from roommates to girlfriends, as time went on, Gu Sui found it increasingly difficult to tolerate her queen syndrome.
“Mu Jiulu, can you stop controlling me inside and out? Let’s break up.”
Gu Sui made a breakup call, and since then, he couldn’t find any trace of her.
A year later, Gu Sui, who was planning to move, woke up the next day and found himself in a different place.
“Young Master, today is the day you choose your Wife-master through martial arts competition at Jade Dew Pavilion. Please get up quickly.”
Gu Sui: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
As the only son of a general’s mansion in a female-dominant dynasty, the young empress personally issued a decree allowing Gu Sui to select his Wife-master through martial arts competition. Whoever could defeat him could marry him.
Gu Sui: “……”
He didn’t inherit the original owner’s martial prowess, so anyone could defeat him! And what the hell is a Wife-master?
Forced to come to Jade Dew Pavilion, the densely packed women below made Gu Sui’s agoraphobia act up, and his face was full of resistance.
Until he saw the Regent sitting on the second floor, with a smile on the corner of her lips, her eyes wicked and nonchalant.
Hmm… she looked a little familiar.
It turned out that the Regent also found him a little familiar.
Mu Jiulu fiddled with her bone clasp, her deep gaze locked on the man who was out of place in this world.
“Finally, I found you.”
Male transmigrates into female-dominant world
One-sentence summary: What goes around comes around, taking turns in the crematorium
