When the Clock Strikes|Pi Han Ul x Reader|

(S02) Chapter 2

By the time my shift slowed down, exhaustion hit me like a wave.

I sat at my desk in the anesthesia workroom, my head resting on my folded arms. Just a quick nap. I hadn’t even changed out of my scrubs—there was no point when another case could be called in at any moment.

The dim light above flickered slightly, the only sound in the room was the distant beeping of monitors from the hall. My eyes fluttered shut, my body finally relaxing.

Just a few minutes.

But before I could fully sink into sleep, a knock at the door snapped me back to reality.

"Dr. Ye Na?"

I blinked, groggy as I lifted my head. One of the ER doctors, Dr. Min, stood at the doorway, holding a tablet. "There’s a patient in bay six. It’s a mild case, but we’re short-staffed. Can you take it?"

I exhaled, rubbing my temples. "I just finished back-to-back cases. Can’t someone else—"

My voice trailed off as my gaze fell on the patient chart he handed me.

Pi Han Wool.

My heart stopped.

A ringing silence filled my ears as I stared at the name, my hands gripping the tablet tighter.

I barely heard Dr. Min's voice. "It’s a minor abdominal injury. Something related to car racing, from what I heard. He was lucky—just a deep cut and bruising, nothing critical. But it still needs treatment."

I didn’t waste another second.

I shot up from my seat, my fatigue instantly forgotten as I strode toward bay six. My heartbeat pounded, my stomach twisted into knots.

Is it really him?

I pushed the curtain aside, and there he was.

Han Wool sat on the hospital bed, looking completely at ease despite the injury. His shirt was unbuttoned slightly, revealing the bandage covering his lower stomach where the nurses had cleaned the wound.

His dark hair was tousled, probably from the wind, and his hands rested casually behind his head. He looked as if he belonged anywhere but a hospital bed—like a guy who had just walked out of a high-end car showroom rather than someone who had just been injured in a street race.

And then his gaze met mine.

A flicker of recognition crossed his face. His brows furrowed slightly. "You?"

I swallowed, trying to steady my voice. "Yes. Me."

His lips twitched, almost amused. "Didn’t expect to see you again, crazy woman from this morning."

I clenched my jaw. Focus, Ye Na.

"I’m here to treat you," I said, stepping closer, grabbing gloves from the tray. "The cut isn’t deep, but it still needs stitches."

Han Wool raised an eyebrow. "Wait, you’re an actual doctor?"

I ignored him, snapping the gloves on. "Residency training. Anesthesiologist."

He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "Well, that explains why you look like you haven’t slept in years."

I exhaled sharply, choosing to ignore the comment. "Lie back. I need to check the wound."

To my surprise, he actually obeyed, reclining against the bed as I carefully lifted the bandage. The cut wasn’t too serious, but the bruising around it was dark.