A competent doctor can cure everything

“Talent is innate.”

I muttered bitterly as I listened to the club president’s excellent singing reverberate through the small auditorium.

It was the day of the healing concert.

The rehearsal for the main performance, scheduled for the evening, was underway.

The interns, including me, were moving some simple items while listening to the rehearsal.

“That’s right~. Not everyone can perform on stage. But why do you ask, hyung?”

“Nothing, never mind.”

I shook my head at Wonil and recalled yesterday’s events.

Yesterday, I took advantage of the empty Chuna treatment room and filmed with Park Young-jin’s phone.

However, filming for YouTube was not as easy as I had thought.

Writing the script was quick.

Since Park Young-jin believed that the stories he heard during his hospital stay could make good content.

“First, let’s talk about forward head posture. Then we’ll move on to Korean medicine. The explanation, like ‘heat is inflammation,’ was good.”

As I recited my lines in front of the camera……

He wore a peculiar expression, neither smiling nor frowning.

“Doctor? You seem to be quite the actor.”

…? Did I hear that correctly?

I was deeply skeptical about this situation.

“Really?”

The patient then smiled as if enlightened.

“No.”

Ah, as expected.

I looked at the patient, who was pressing his forehead, with a mix of disappointment and curiosity.

“So our attending physician… isn’t good at acting, huh?”

“Ugh.”

It felt strange to be in a position where I was being criticized by a patient, something that usually happens the other way around.

“You’re very conscious of the camera right now. It feels like you’re reciting lines as Bugs Bunny or Shiri.”

“…….”

“Don’t overthink it. Just talk to me like you’re explaining something. Hmm… let’s do it this way.”

Eventually, when we approached it as a conversation with Park Young-jin, things improved significantly.

We filmed the video as if it were a role-play, and at the end, I decided to explain acupressure techniques for treating tension headaches.

“With this method, you can easily treat tension headaches on your own.”

I had Park Young-jin sit down and demonstrate by pressing on various points.

“This area at the back of the head is called the Fengchi point. It’s good for headaches and dizziness.”

“There are many people who get headaches from stress, right? That’s due to tension in the temporalis muscle. In that case, try pressing the Taiyang point. It’s the hollow area next to your eye, near the temple.”

“This is the sternocleidomastoid muscle area where the Tianyou point is located. You know, the rope-like muscle that pops out when you turn your neck? Try pinching it with your thumb and index finger.”

“The key is to press on the muscle’s tender points while moving the muscle. That way, it will release more quickly.”

Finally, the video shooting was over.

Park Young-jin reviewed the recorded videos and beamed with a full smile.

“Good job! Wow~, the attending doctor really looks great on screen~.”

“Is that so…”

I felt like my vitality was being drained away, screen presence or not.

Seeing my reaction, the patient clicked his tongue.

“Oh dear, attending doctor. You look like shooting these short videos is more tiring than treating patients.”

“Yes, it’s actually easier to see patients. It’s impressive that you keep doing this, Mr.Park Young-jin.”

The patient smiled shyly at my comment.

“Beyond money, it’s actually fun. Reading subscribers’ comments is the highlight of my life. The success of the YouTube channel has really brightened my personality.”

Indeed, the patient seemed more energetic than usual while filming.

“But getting over 1 million subscribers is tough. It seems like I’ve hit a plateau. It would be easier to build relationships with subscribers if I revealed my face, but I feel like I’ve hit the limit of an anonymous channel…”

“I see.”

Seeing Park Young-jin genuinely sad made me realize that YouTubers have their own challenges too.

“Anyway, the video will be uploaded sometime next week. Please subscribe to my channel and like the videos. Haha.”

The patient waved happily and was discharged that afternoon.

‘I wonder how the video will turn out.’

I recalled yesterday’s events with some anxiety when someone approached me.

“Excuse me, are you hospital staff?”

Two students from a volunteer club approached us, looking around.

“Yes, that’s right. Do you need anything?”

Heat-nim, smiling brightly, stepped forward.

“Is there a bakery in the hospital? I need to buy a cake.”

“Yes, if you go towards the main entrance on the first floor and turn right at the corner, there’s a franchise bakery.”

As the intern manager gave directions with a hand gesture, Dal-nim casually commented.

“Shall I go with you? I’m going to smoke a cigarette now.”

“Oh, really? That would be great! Hey, do you know what flavor the president likes?”

“I asked casually, and it seemed like anything but chocolate was fine. They don’t like chocolate.”

The club members whispered among themselves and gave us a wink.

“Actually, today is our president’s birthday. We’re planning a surprise after the performance, so please join us in celebrating and singing!”

“Wow, I see! Of course! It’s clear that you all have great camaraderie in your club!”

Wonil, also excited, added.

“Haha, the success of the club is thanks to the president. They have great leadership and are genuinely dedicated to volunteer work. Since the president took office, I think we’ve visited almost every major hospital in the metropolitan area.”

“Really? There are so many hospitals, and you’ve visited all of them?”

“Ah, mainly cancer hospitals. The president set the goal of visiting all the cancer wards after taking office.”

“Wow, that’s impressive! You’re truly amazing!”

The pride the members felt for their club was evident in their tone.

They soon followed Wonil and left.

A little while later, joyful screams filled the air.

“Eek!!”

“Is that really Mika?!”

“Wow, she’s so pretty. Her face is like the size of a fist.”

As the small auditorium door opened and someone walked in, the crowd parted like the Red Sea.

As promised, Mika appeared.

Next to her was a female manager.

“Hello, nice to meet you.”

Despite the overwhelming number of people calling her name from all directions, Mika kept smiling warmly and greeted everyone.

Her demeanor was quite graceful and composed, and I couldn’t help but smile.

‘Who would have imagined it.’

I remembered how Mika had initially been upset, crying, and causing a fuss when she was first hospitalized.

“Ugh, ugh…!”

Suddenly, a strange groaning sound was heard.

Min-hwa, with a flushed face, was twisting his body anxiously.

By now, he was holding a beautifully wrapped shopping bag.

“Min-hwa, calm down.”

“Ugh… will there be time to greet Mika after the rehearsal…??”

“Yes, yes.”

People managed to calm Min-hwa down.

Meanwhile, Mika had taken the microphone and stood in the center of the stage.

She began singing an uplifting song released by a female solo artist about 20 years ago.

[…You are not alone.

Let’s walk together.

Towards the end of darkness, towards the dawn.]

Wow!!!

The people who had been quietly listening to the song were stunned for about two seconds after the final note, then erupted into thunderous applause.

“Thank you!”

Mika smiled prettily and bowed on stage.

“It’s clear that singers are different.”

This was truly undeniable.

As I nodded in agreement, Min-hwa, looking delighted, chimed in.

“Right?! I feel like if an angel sang, it would be like this…!”

After finishing all the songs she had prepared, Mika came down from the stage and started looking around for something.

Soon, she approached us.

“Hi! Have you been well?”

Mika greeted me without paying any attention to the surrounding crowd.

“Yes, and you, Mika?”

“Oh? Today you’re calling me Mika? You always used to call me Ms. Moon Deok-soon in such a formal tone.”

“Today, you’re here as a singer, not as a patient.”

Mika laughed with a whooshing sound, clearly amused.

“Ah, I see. How attentive you are.”

While we were having this conversation, the head intern raised her hand, indicating she had something she really wanted to say.

“Mika, I really enjoyed the performance. I’m Lee Haet-nim, an intern at this hospital. I wanted to thank you for coming despite your busy schedule. Thanks to you, everyone will have a great memory today. It feels like the world becomes a bit more beautiful when such kind hearts come together.”

The head intern delivered the somewhat cheesy lines with a gentle smile, not a flinch in sight.

“Oh, thank you! I recently experienced illness myself, so I have a little understanding of the patient’s pain. That’s why I really wanted to participate in this performance.”

Mika covered her mouth with her hand and laughed warmly.

In the midst of this warm atmosphere among the women, someone’s voice intruded.

“Who is the representative intern for the Department of Oriental Medicine?”

“Yes! That’s me. Excuse me, Mika.”

As Haet-nim stepped away, Mika’s eyes widened when she spotted someone behind her.

“Oh my! It’s our BlessU!”

Min-hwa was overwhelmed with emotion and covered his mouth with both hands.

It seems that “BlessU” is probably the name of the fan club….

“……!! Do you remember me?”

“Of course! I saw your video letter. I cried after watching it~.”

“Ah! M-Mika! Please accept this doll I made myself…”

Min-hwa nervously extended the shopping bag he had prepared.

Mika opened the doll and exclaimed with a touched voice.

“Oh my~ How cute! It’s in medium violet, the official color of Purple Angel!”

“Y-Yes, of course…!”

I stared at them, open-mouthed.

Medium what? Is there such a color in the world?

I thought it was just pink.

“Um, and if it’s okay… could I ask for a signature on this album…?”

Min-hwa had somehow pulled out an album.

“Oh, me too!”

As this happened, people who had been waiting quietly started to line up in droves.

“Oh my.”

Suddenly, a cynical voice came from beside me, and I turned to see Dal-nim standing there.

I guess she’s done with her happy smoking time and came back.

Mika, who had been busy signing autographs for people, took a moment to kindly ask Dal-nim.

“Would you like a signature too, Haet-nim?”

“Please do it here.”

Dal-nim, shamelessly hiding that she was Haet-nim’s twin sister, pulled out a Zippo lighter from her pocket and handed it over.

“You….”

I stared at her with a baffled expression, but Dal-nim looked at me expressionlessly and winked.

“Oh my, how could a doctor be smoking? You need to take care of your health!”

Mika seemed briefly startled by the object Dal-nim handed over, but she quickly regained her professional smile and signed it.

“Well, the world is probably going to end soon, so why bother?”

“…What?”

“The world will end within five years. Due to the climate crisis or World War III. Or it could be both.”

It was quite shocking to see someone who had just been talking about making the world a better place suddenly turn into an apocalyptic doomsayer.

Even professional idol Mika could only twitch her lips, unable to find a response.

“Hey! Dal-nim! You again?”

Dal-nim’s mischievous antics were exposed by Haet-nim, who had returned to her place.

“Ahahaha! Twins? It must be so much fun to have friends like that.”

Mika, now understanding the situation, laughed to the point of tears.

“I’m really sorry. Dal-nim, why do you keep playing these pranks?”

“This is my small joy. Don’t interrupt.”

As the twins bickered, another man approached.

“Could I also get an autograph?”

Today’s flamboyantly dressed club president handed over his acoustic guitar.

“Of course! What name should I write?”

“Please write ‘Superstar Im Kyung-soo,’ haha!”

The club president, who referred to himself as a superstar, was met with playful teasing from those around him.

But I flinched for a moment.

‘Kyung-soo?’

I stared at the president with a troubled expression.

How could I forget?

The name that my dying patient used to call out even in his dreams.