episode_0002

“Do you know how surprised I was when I came home and found my brother passed out?”

“I’m sorry.”

I don’t know what caused me to collapse.

Still, I couldn’t help but feel sorry when I thought of my younger sister, who must have been embarrassed to find her older brother collapsed when she came home from work.

Pat pat pat.

As I gently stroked Minji’s head, the corners of Minji’s mouth went up slightly.

“If you’re sorry, don’t cook from now on and just wait. Because you can just order it and eat it.”

“But you have to cook the food.”

“It’s okay! Just wait!”

“Ah…okay…”

It seems that he was sincere when he told him not to cook.

Suddenly, I was startled by a loud noise and took my hand away from Minji’s head. Minji snatched my hand and placed her hand on her head.

Then, he pouted his lips and started giving out silent pressure, telling me to go ahead and pat his head.

I’m a little embarrassed by the sudden change, but…

In this case, it is best to pet it.

As I am stroking her head, Minji lies down on my lap and is being stroked.

It feels like I’m climbing on a cat.

“Minji. Can I ask you something?”

“Except for when I can be discharged.”

I forgot to ask that.

Well, rather than asking Minji, you can ask the professor in charge during rounds.

“That’s not it… This is the Black Hospital, right?”

“Yes. I brought my brother here because this is the hospital he usually comes to.”

The largest hospital in Busan is Heuk Hospital.

It is a university hospital-level hospital operated by a university in Gimhae.

Yes…that’s definitely the right place.

But what on earth is this inexplicable sense of discomfort?

“A feeling of discomfort?”

“All the nurses in the ward are men. You almost gave me goosebumps earlier?”

“Oppa, are you in a lot of pain…? Of course, it’s normal to have a male nurse.”

“Huh?”

What does that mean?

Is it normal to have a male nurse?

No, I am not trying to say that men should not become nurses, which goes against gender equality.

Isn’t it common knowledge that there are more women and fewer men among nurses?

Additionally, male nurses are quite high-quality personnel.

It is not something that should be left sitting on the counter in the ward.

“Oppa, what are you talking about? Why are men high-quality human resources?”

“And…high-quality personnel! You can do something that requires effort, right?”

“The hard work is done by women. It looks like he fell and hurt his head. Where is the nurse call…”

Minji began to look for nurse calls sincerely.

I looked around and saw that there was a nurse call next to my bed and stretched out my hand.

When I reached out to grab the nurse call, Minji automatically placed her face close to mine.

He climbs up to the hospital bed and tries to grab the nurse call because his arms are short and he has trouble holding it.

“What…what are you doing!”

“I need to get an MRI and CT right away! After all, I came to the hospital for a thorough examination…”

“You say you don’t need it?! Oppa, it’s really okay!”

“That can’t be possible. Is it normal for my brother to say things like male nurses are high-quality personnel?”

“Now…it’s a joke, it’s a joke! I was trying to make a joke, but why did you take it so seriously?”

Of course, it’s not a joke.

I said it from the bottom of my heart and I think it is reality.

But doesn’t Minji seem to be thinking the opposite of mine?

And they even act like it’s the truth.

“Really? Are you kidding me until now?”

“That..yeah! You seemed too serious, so I made a joke.”

He put the hand he had stopped earlier on Minji’s head again and stroked it.

It felt like I had become a machine that stroked people, but for some reason, I got the feeling that I would regret it if I didn’t stroke its head.

“Sniff….Okay. I’ll trust you.”

“Phew…”

thank god.

I think I got over it somehow.

***

Minji wanted to stay a little longer, but she sent her away.

Since I have to go to work tomorrow, it would be better to go home quickly and rest.

There is no need to waste time on me.

I’m not some kind of brat… I was often alone in the hospital.

“Are you really going? If anything happens, call me?”

“Okay. Oh, by the way, the cell phone…”

Come to think of it, I guess my cell phone is at home.

Since I didn’t take it with me when I left my room and went to the kitchen, it will be on my desk.

“I brought it from my brother’s desk. I wonder if something might happen.”

“Phew…thank goodness.”

“Luckily, what….is that something a person who collapsed two days ago would say?”

I couldn’t help but smile bitterly as I saw Minji pouting her lips again.

Because I had nothing to say back.

Then Minji waved at me and went out.

What kind of change of heart did he have to show that way?

“Phew…but there is no charger.”

Should I at least go to the convenience store?

There’s still time…early evening…

Early…evening?

Was it early evening when I felt dizzy and fainted?

Judging by my clean body and mind, I can see that I slept for at least a day…

It couldn’t have been the day he collapsed, right?

You said Minji had been down for a few days earlier, right?

‘Is that what someone who collapsed two days ago would say?’

“Two days?!”

Minji’s words were automatically played in my brain.

For a moment, the sound was so vivid that it felt like I was playing a tape recorder.

For me, who is aiming to publish two episodes a day in one series, it was like a shock.

Doesn’t the fact that two days have passed mean that I haven’t been able to publish a web novel for two days now, including today?

Well… that’s also an unauthorized break…

Even if there are 5800 character comments, there is nothing to say…

“Da…the editor in charge…open…the editor’s phone number is…”

I turned on the cell phone that Minji brought me earlier.

Sure enough, the first thing that greeted me was a missed call and a large number of text messages.

[Producer in Charge]: Writer? When will you send out today’s series?

[Producer in charge]: ?

syncopation…

[Editor in charge]: Author… if you don’t contact me now, I’ll die.

[Editor in charge]: If I die, I will destroy the author.

At first, there were some normal letters, but as time went on, more and more strange letters started to appear, and eventually there were curses written on them.

I think a proper explanation is needed.

“Gulp…”

I didn’t do anything wrong.

I just couldn’t write the series because I suddenly collapsed and was hospitalized.

I’m sure the editor understands this, right?

If you don’t understand that, the editor is a mess…

I get choked up by the endlessly ringing connection sound.

It’s just painful to have a body that’s so stiff that it can’t even handle the slightest bit of saliva.

Sweet.

And I answered the phone just before it hung up.

I definitely got a call.

“….Editor?”

– Author….

What is that blank space just now?

In fact, isn’t it true that they were trying to use a different word than the word ‘nim’?

Ah…it’s scary for no reason.

I shouldn’t have read the text message from earlier saying I was a water ghost or something.

“Open…Editor. Actually…”

– It’s okay… because you called me now…

“Ah… no, that’s not it… I was at home two days ago…

– house? Are you at home now…? I’m going, so wait…

“Ah…no! I’m not home right now!”

-Then… then where is it…

Suddenly it became informal.

Are you really trying to come find me?

“Well…I fell and am hospitalized?”

– ….Fall down?

“If you come to the neurology ward at Busan Heuk Hospital…”

Too..too..too..too..

I wasn’t even finished speaking yet, but I was cut off.

“Ha…that’s a pain in the ass.”

I guess the editor is not in his right mind either.

What will happen when she comes to the hospital room?

It’s scary.

For now, let’s just lie down and play on the phone without thinking about anything.

“Let’s see…the comments…”

Comments that I haven’t checked in two days.

To be honest, it’s very scary to check, but I can’t help but see it.

No…the editor may have already written a hiatus, right?

Am I worrying for nothing?

I guess so?

If a writer you manage suddenly can’t contact you, you’ll probably have written a notice of hiatus.

With that thought in mind, I felt a little lighter, so I tapped my phone and went to the novel site.

A feeling of discomfort felt as soon as you enter the site.

A strange feeling, very similar to the sense of discomfort I felt from Minji earlier, began to swirl around me.

The novel view count ranking is full of novels I’ve never seen before.

Have established companies launched any new works?

For something like that, the number of views is higher than expected…

Well, what do you do when you look at the number of views of other people’s work?

I need to check the status of my work.

Kuuk….

“Huh? Did I log in incorrectly?”

I looked at my list of works and there were some that I had never seen before.

In my case, I write things like pure love and male-female reversals… but there were a lot of works that looked like romantic dramas.

“I logged in wrong… That doesn’t happen?”

I logged in using my ID and password, but someone else’s account is connected?

That can’t be possible…

“It’s strange…my pen name is also correct…”

It looks like there was an error on the site.

This needs to be fixed right away…it’s a really big accident.

“But I don’t know whose work it is, but the number of views is okay…”

At this level, I will be able to earn enough money to live without worrying about making money.

I also make a decent amount of money, but if I can make this much, I think it wouldn’t be a bad idea to use Ropan.

Ropan…is she a villainess?

Should I try using it that way?

No, no…

Now is not the time to think about such things.

“If the serial work is messed up due to a site error…search…”

I entered the name of the work I was serializing into the search box.

And then I clicked on the magnifying glass…

[The work in question does not exist.]

…what.

This fucking site…..