88 Han Yeoreum and Heo Woo Seung (2/2)

”I'll have to complain about this to the management,” he mumbled. Then, he looked at the woman in embarrassment, ”ah, if you don't want to drink it, it's fine!” He waved his hands, reiterating that he was not going to force her to drink it.

”Thank you, doctor. For the coffee,” Han Yeoreum laughed, a slight blush covering her cheeks and making her tired face seem more lively.

The doctor stared at her dazedly, enamoured.

Han Yeoreum looked at him quizzically. Was there something on her face?

”Ah!” Han Yeoreum exclaimed in realisation. She had gone to the hospital, and in her haste, she had no time to care about her appearance. In the doctor's eyes, she must have looked very sloppy. She looked away in embarrassment, using one hand to smoothen her tangled hair.

The doctor stifled his laughter. The woman's flustered appearance was adorable. Masking his laugh, he motioned the woman to sit down, ”Please take a seat, ma'am. I'm sure you're tired.”

”Yes, thank you,” the woman muttered. She gladly took up the offer. She had spent the whole night placating the younger boy and barely managed to get any sleep. It was only a few hours ago that she had managed to put him to sleep.

The doctor moved to sit next to her. He had already finished his rounds and didn't mind taking a break for a few minutes.

”You look a little young to be a mother,” the doctor remarked. He was curious about the woman. At most, she looked to be in her mid-twenties. According to the records, her first child was about five years old. If she was truly a mother, then she probably had given birth when she was a teen.

”Ah...” Han Yeoreum smiled stiflingly. ”They are children from my husband's first wife.”

The doctor raised his eyebrows in surprise. ”Oh, I see.” He hadn't expected her to give an answer. After all, the question he had asked was rather personal.

”How about you, Doctor? Do you have any children?” She gazed at the ring on his left hand.

The doctor followed her gaze, smiling wryly. ”Yes. A son, about the same age as your eldest.”

Han Yeoreum nodded in understanding.

”It must be hard, raising kids that aren't yours,” he commented. He paused, thinking that his remark might come off as tactless, but a peek at the woman's face showed that she didn't mind it.

Han Yeoreum merely smiled in response, ”It's not as hard as it seems. Hyuk—the older one—is a handful, but he's a good boy. As for Gun,” she glanced at the little boy sleeping by her side with a gentle smile, ”he's always been on the quiet side, and he likes to help out, so I'm fine.”

”I see,” the doctor said quietly. His son was the product of an arranged marriage, so even though he did his duties as a father, he did not really dote on his son like her. He felt a lot of respect for Han Yeoreum.

The two moved on to less serious topics, spending some time chatting with each other.

Then, his phone rang, signifying that he should go back to his duties.

”I'll see you around, ma'am,” the doctor flashed a friendly smile, holding out his hand for a handshake.

Han Yeoreum accepted his hand, also smiling. It had been a long time since she last made a friend. ”Yes. See you around, Doctor...” she glanced at the name embroidered on his white coat, ”Heo Woo Seung.”

The two exchanged nods, then parted ways.