: Whoever lies is a puppy!

“We have plenty of money!” Park Yeonjin said anxiously, “Director Zhou, please, you must let Dean Chen personally perform the surgery.”

“I don’t trust some quack to do this surgery!”

Director Zhou’s forehead furrowed at the word ‘quack’. A quack? He felt a bit offended.

Director Zhou saw Lee Se-hyun’s difficulty and interjected, “Besides Dean Chen and Dr. Chen, we also have equally excellent cardiac surgery specialists.”

“They can perfectly handle general heart surgeries.”

“No!” Park Yeonjin immediately retorted, “How can that be? Ye-sol definitely needs the best doctor to operate.”

“What if something goes wrong during the surgery?”

“Even if it’s not Dean Chen himself, that Dr. Chen must perform Ye-sol’s surgery.”

“This… Dr. Chen might not be back for a few days, so you would have to wait a few days.”

Park Yeonjin said, “A few days it is!”

“For the safety of my dear little baby!”

Park Yeonjin knew that asking Dean Chen to operate was a pipe dream, so the only option was to wait for this Dr. Chen.

That way, Ye-sol’s surgery would have the best chance.

After all, it was a knife to the heart! A slight mistake could lead to the tragedy of parents burying their child.

Lee Se-hyun felt annoyed and reached into his pocket for a graphite king. After pulling it out, he realized everyone was looking at him.

A large warning sign, ‘No Smoking’.

This reminded him that he was in a hospital, where smoking was not allowed.

Lee Se-hyun asked, “Does the surgery have to be done in the next few days?”

“Hmm… preferably in the next few days, the sooner the better, to avoid any other unforeseen circumstances,” Director Zhou replied.

Lee Se-hyun wanted to curse, “What the hell are you doing, God?”

He had just successfully become an apprentice, with a Chief Prosecutor as his teacher; his future was bright. It should have been a time to pop champagne and celebrate.

Then you pull a stunt like this!

Are you toying with me like your son?

God: You are my son!

Lee Se-hyun: Damn it!

Lee Se-hyun decided, “Director Zhou, please contact Dean Chen and tell him that Lee Se-hyun from the Eastern Prosecutor’s Office has a favor to ask.”

“Okay.” Director Zhou nodded and said, “Actually, I talked about you with Dean Chen last time.”

“Dean Chen still has a good impression of you.”

Lee Se-hyun smiled, knowing that Director Zhou was just giving him a few shots of reassurance, mere pleasantries.

Not to mention, since Lee Se-hyun left Minister Han, he was transferred to the Eastern Prosecutor’s Office.

Minister Han and Dean Chen’s personal friendship was one thing, but it had nothing to do with Lee Se-hyun.

Let alone that Lee Se-hyun was no longer working under Minister Han.

He was transferred to the Eastern Prosecutor’s Office, got a promotion, and became a Chief Prosecutor.

But that wasn’t enough for Dean Chen to take him seriously!

At the very least, he would need to advance further, get promoted to a Vice Minister, to have a chance to sit and talk with him.

At this moment, Lee Se-hyun felt how much he yearned for power.

If he wasn’t a Chief Prosecutor right now, but a Vice Minister of the Criminal Department?

He would also be qualified to sit at the table and talk with Dean Chen, ask for his help, and it’s highly probable he wouldn’t be refused.

Or if he had reached Han Kang-sik’s position, to the point where even Dean Chen would curry favor with him!

Would he then not be troubled by these so-called worries?

Would Park Ye-sol then be able to enjoy better medical resources and recover faster?

All worries and difficulties stem from insufficient firepower.

The lack of one’s own strength!

At this moment, a burning desire for power ignited within Lee Se-hyun!

He swore! He would definitely climb to the top, step by step!

He would not allow this feeling of powerlessness to happen to him again!

...In the ward, Park Ye-sol slowly opened her eyes and said, “Oh, where is this?”

Hearing Park Ye-sol wake up and make a sound.

Everyone quickly turned their attention to her.

Park Yeonjin said worriedly, “Ye-sol, my dear little baby!”

“You’ve finally woken up!”

Park Yeonjin hugged Park Ye-sol with a pained heart.

“Unnie, where is this?”

“This is…” Park Yeonjin found it hard to speak, afraid of upsetting Park Ye-sol.

Park Ye-sol already had a weak heart, and there couldn't be any more mishaps.

“This is a hospital ward!” Choi Yeon-hye blurted out.

It seemed she enjoyed seeing Park Yeonjin in a difficult spot.

“Choi Yeon-hye, what nonsense are you talking about!!!” Park Yeonjin glared at her and said.

“Ward? What does ‘ward’ mean?” Park Ye-sol thought hard.

She seemed to be trying to recall the meaning of the word ‘ward’.

“Oh! I know! Teacher Moon Dong-eun taught me!”

“A ward, a ward, is a place where sick people live!”

“Unnie, isn’t Ye-sol smart?” Park Ye-sol was innocent and looked expectantly for everyone’s praise.

Everyone remained silent.

“Teacher Moon, did Ye-sol say something wrong?”

Facing Park Ye-sol’s question, Moon Dong-eun praised her, “Park Ye-sol, you’re amazing!”

“Teacher will reward you with a little red flower!”

“This is indeed a ward!”

“Then who is sick?” Park Ye-sol looked at everyone, who once again fell silent, and she seemed to understand something.

Only she was lying in bed, wearing a hospital gown, with a needle in her wrist and an IV drip.

There was only one truth: she was sick.

“Don’t listen to their nonsense, Ye-sol, you’re not sick at all,” Park Yeonjin comforted her.

Park Ye-sol looked a little down and said, “But… if I’m not sick, why am I on an IV drip?”

Good question. You only get an IV if you’re sick. Otherwise, why was only she receiving fluids while everyone else stood watching her?

Moon Dong-eun explained, “Ye-sol, you have heatstroke, just like a little cold. You’ll be fine after this IV drip.”

Park Ye-sol hadn’t been to the hospital before, except when she was born.

Growing up, she only had minor illnesses, visited the doctor, took some medicine, and at most had a few IV drips.

This was the first time she was inexplicably wearing a hospital gown, lying in bed, and on an IV drip.

“Then, after this bottle is finished, can I go home?” Park Ye-sol asked again, and everyone fell silent once more.

Clearly, no one could answer that question.

They couldn't possibly say that this was just the beginning, could they? Not only would she need IV drips, but a heart surgery was also waiting for her.

Let alone a child, even an adult would not be able to accept it and would instantly break down.

The four words ‘heart surgery’ were like an invitation from the Grim Reaper.

They seeped into everyone’s hearts, becoming a lingering shadow that refused to dissipate.

Park Ye-sol’s expression began to show panic, and she said, “Unnie, can I go home?”

“Ye-sol doesn’t like staying here, with the ugly clothes, the white ceiling, and the stinky smell.”

The hospital gown, the white decor of the ward, the smell of disinfectant lingering in the air.

Upon hearing that sentence.

Lee Se-hyun, who had been sitting with his eyes closed, resting, couldn’t hold back anymore.

The already oppressive ward became even more stifling, making it difficult to breathe.

Hospital gowns, doctors in white coats, disinfectant—these easily brought back unpleasant memories.

Park Yeonjin’s eyes were slightly red, and she said, “Ye-sol, my dear little baby.”

She held Park Ye-sol tightly, trying to make her feel warmth and security.

Park Ye-sol was puzzled. Being so young, she didn’t understand why Park Yeonjin was acting this way.

But she could feel her unnie’s concern for her.

However, Park Ye-sol’s only concern at the moment was when she would get better.

Because the football match was next Monday, and she had been preparing for it for a long time.

“Teacher Moon, when Ye-sol gets better, can she still participate in next Monday’s football match?”

“This…” Moon Dong-eun looked troubled.

Participate in a football match?

Not to mention Park Ye-sol was about to undergo heart surgery; even if the surgery was successful, she would likely have to say goodbye to competitive sports forever.

She would never be able to play football again in this lifetime.

“Of course you can!” Lee Se-hyun suddenly interjected.

“Oppa~” Park Ye-sol exclaimed, “Really? Ye-sol can participate in next week’s football match?”

“You’re not lying to Ye-sol, are you?”

“Of course.”

Of course I’m lying to you, but it’s a white lie.

“Oppa, you’re a great Prosecutor, you definitely wouldn’t lie to Ye-sol, right?”

“Let’s pinky swear?”

“Mm.”

“Whoever lies is a puppy!”

Mm, I’m a puppy.