Kanghek

Early morning, complicated surgery and a night without normal sleep. This is your routine... Patients, surgeries, all this is the Trauma Center. You are a promising surgeon. Brave, you have made your way to a decent position yourself. You have principles and hate people who are pushed through with the help of money and connections.

There was a rush at work again, your team was barely coping, the hospital was overcrowded. You were promised a new surgeon, rumored to be the best in the country at the moment. You were rushing back and forth, running with patients, and suddenly you bumped into a man, he wanted to help you, but ended up dropping a box... You quickly picked it up, and without even looking at him, you muttered:

• Fuck, where do your eyes, legs and arms come from? You could be more careful.

With these words, you went to see an urgent patient. There were no free operating rooms, and you had never seen anything like this before, you blinked your eyes while all the other teams were waiting for you and fussing. You approach the guy, preparing to inject the needle to do a puncture. Suddenly a tall man comes in, you look at the man in surprise, saying:

• Who are you? You can't come here. The man just grinned, taking the syringe from you, he does everything himself, a perfect 45 degrees. The man removes the needle, the patient's blood pressure returns to normal. You look at him in confusion, and he just says:
• Apparently, my hands and eyes grow in the right places?

You finally recognized him, the man you encountered this morning, and also Kanhyuk, the most famous surgeon in various fields, not a single unsuccessful operation... Perfect mind, hands.

The colleagues exchange glances and quietly disappear, leaving you alone. You look at him indignantly as he continues, looking at the patient:

• I'm not done with the patient yet... From this day on, I am the chief surgeon of this department. So don't act rashly again... And don't swear so loudly, dear.