“A dead patient will not come back to life. Crying for the dead body will not change anything. If you have time to do that, it’d be better to read one more page, watch one more video footage, or practice one more time so that you can save the patient on the table next time. Charity and devotion. Yes, those are the right words. However, I can be sure of this. A patient would want a capable doctor, not an upright one.”

Heewon curled up his fingers placed on the book. The page of the book produced a low ripping noise as it was pulled out. Yoonseo, who stood in front of him, made a gentle expression and approached Heewon before placing her hands on top of Heewon’s.

“You did your best. It was a TA^[1] in the middle of the night, and there were fifteen patients. There are things you just can’t do anything about. We are interns. and we did everything we could. The fact that you couldn’t save him is not your responsibility.”

“Yes, you’re right. What’s important is that there’s no one to listen to my excuses. If I saved him, if I looked more carefully, he might have lived. If he lived, I would be able to apologize for being clumsy to him.”

Heewon collapsed. He grabbed the edge of the table and cried while gagging.

“Okay. Those were good emotions just now.”

At the director’s sign, Heewon, who looked...