Chaeyeon pulled the IV out of his arm and pressed the little opening down, pinching his veins closed. Then she hastily put it into his other arm before injecting a bit of the solution into it. It only took a few minutes to work, and by the time Kyungchul was stabilized, the nurses arrived.

“He’s fine. Redo his IV line and clean his arm. Let’s sedate him for the day, and if he acts out again, chain his arms to the bed…I think he tried to aggravate his cut.”

The nurses listened quickly and got to work.

Chaeyeon left to meet with his mother. “Kyungchul’s in a stage of denial. He doesn’t want to be in the hospital and I’m not going to lie to you and tell you that everything is going to be okay. It’s a little concerning at this point––he wants to be gone,” she said. “I sedated him a bit more so he’s going to sleep for the rest of the day. You can choose to stay or come back tomorrow, and if you do stay, I completely understand. He’s under my care now and I will have him monitored closely. I haven’t spoken to him yet but something tells me he’s been fighting depression for a long time.”

Mrs. Do furrowed her brows, tears rimmed her eyes. “A long time?”

Chaeyeon nodded. “There may be something he’s hiding from you all. We can talk about it and do counseling as soon as he gets a little better. I’ve seen these cases many times; I have faith that he will make it through this.”

The psychiatrist turned around when she heard loud footsteps coming from down the hall.

“Dr. Im!” Minjoon’s voice echoed through the halls. “The chairman wants to see you!”

Before she knew it, Chaeyeon was standing in front of the man in charge.

“Listen…There’s a special request I have.”

Chaeyeon raised an eyebrow. “Yes?”

“I’d like you to treat my son.”

Chaeyeon looked at him. “And what do you think is wrong with Dr. Oh?” she questioned.

The chairman sighed and shook his head in disappointment. “He can’t spend a day in this damn hospital without fainting or getting light-headed. People come and go; it’s a part of life, and unfortunately, a lot of people die in hospitals. You think he would get it by now, but he hasn’t. It’s really alarming to me. How can my son take on this hospital when I’m not around?”

Chaeyeon crossed her arms. “Do you think, perhaps…he has a phobia?”

The chairman chuckled and shook his head. “Nonsense! That’s absurd! I just need you to talk some sense into my son,” he explained. “I could never fathom why I put off getting a psychiatrist for him for this long––he’s always needed therapy.”

Without knowledge of what she was getting herself into, Chaeyeon simply accepted the offer.

“I’ll see what I can do.”

She left the top floor of the hospital and headed for her own office. There, Chaeyeon looked around the vicinity of the floor her room was on.

She knew what it was like to be disregarded like that––to be treated as if her problems were insignificant and unreal.

“I’ll save you from hell, Daehyun. I promise.”