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There’s nothing special about the results of bone marrow biopsy.
But the blood test results show that the white blood cell count increased again.
We increased to 6 pills not long ago...
...so it’s uncertain whether it’s resistance or a side effect. Let’s wait for a while.
How much did it increase? As much as last time?
Not that much. That’s why we should wait.
No need to increase the dose?
Not yet.
It’s a severe case if we increase from 6 to 8.
If we still can’t control it, we should try clinical trials, so we should watch.
There are cases where they decrease and get better.
I see.
Let’s go eat something.
I have to go home. My grandparents move in today.
But let’s eat before you go.
I had a late lunch. I’m not hungry yet.
I’m fine.
Don’t be worried about me. I’m fine, so don’t worry and go work.
I recovered last time, too.
I’m really fine.
Alright. Let’s go. I’ll give you a ride.
Kyung-Woo. Subway is faster from here.
Laterz. Bye.
I’m sorry for bothering you.
It’s ok. I told you everything. What more do you wanna know?
I’m sorry.
I didn’t want to worry you.
Of course you didn’t.
Isn’t there something you wanna tell me?
You asked before. What?
There isn’t?
No. What?
Come to think of it… You aren’t talking down to me.
Because I’m angry with you.
Why didn’t you tell me you were fired?
How did you know?
Seriously, how?
I was about to quit anyway.
If you knew, you’d get mad at the director and she’d hate me more.
I got good results at the nationals, so I’ll be able to get a good job.
If I can’t, I can take time and work as a guard for a few months.
I have a private guard certificate.
Did you know?
I learned Tae-Kwon Do and Aikido when I was a kid...
and I got a certificate from the guard academy.
I can box, too.
The guard job is fun. It’s not that hard either.
Yeah?
What a surprise. You box too?
Yes.
Then let’s do a match. I learned boxing, too.
- What? - Follow me.
Are you serious? With me?
Yes. Nothing beats boxing to relieve stress.
I can’t do it that well.
I also learned just for a few months.
You know. If you’re trying to make me feel...
Who talks during a match?
Get your guard up.
Isn’t that too much? How can you really hit me?
Did you think I was joking?
You fight well.
You know how to fight, so why do you behave so pitifully?
If my mom takes out on you like that, you should’ve let it out at me.
Why do you keep it to yourself?
Why do you beg like a servant?
Tell her to her face that her son is chasing you...
...and you despise him, but he keeps clinging to you.
What makes you feel so servile?
Why worry about a small increase in your white blood cell count?
Why sneak back in the hospital?
If you worry that much...
...why couldn’t you just tell me you’d go again instead of sneaking off?
Am I the patient?
You’re the patient. Why feel ashamed? Why?
Guard up. Why did you let your guard down?
Yes. That’s more like you.
Keep going!
Get up. Get up and keep going!
Yes, I hate you. Yes, I do!
I hate that you’re so good, and I hate that you know you’re good.
I hate your taking me here just to say it when my white blood cell count went up!
And finally...
I hate you because you’re the son of the director who despises me!
Yes. That’s more like you.
Do you know when I first fell for you?
When you came and kneeled down to beg me to marry you.
I never saw such a woman. A woman who was beyond my control.
You were that strong.
The woman I love is that strong and beautiful.
Don’t ever forget it�