When the Clock Strikes|Pi Han Ul x Reader|

(S02) Chapter 8

I freeze.

Oh. He’s doing this on purpose.

I swivel to face him, mouth opening, but before I can even get a word out, he raises an eyebrow and says, “Shh. I can’t hear what they’re saying.”

Oh.

Oh, I’m going to kill him.

This guy is opposite to my Han Wool, completely!

I clap my hand over my phone’s mic, shooting him a glare that could set things on fire. “Are you serious?” I hiss.

He tilts his head, all innocence. “Yeah? This is the best part.”

“You are the worst part of my morning.”

“Then I must be doing something right.” He grins.

I inhale sharply. Exhale slower. I refuse to let this idiot get to me.

I turn back to my phone, forcing myself to focus. “Sorry about that, Dr. Kim—what were you saying about the dosage?”

But the moment I try to listen—

Han Wool turns up the volume again.

I stiffen.

Dr. Kim is still talking.

Han Wool is still pressing the volume button.

The TV is SCREAMING.

I whip around so fast my hair nearly smacks me in the face.

Han Wool gives me the most insufferable smirk.

“I swear to god, if you don’t—”

“Shhh,” he cuts me off, putting a finger to his lips. “I’m trying to watch.”

I don’t even think. I launch a throw pillow at his head.

It hits him right in the face.

Dr. Kim, still oblivious to my warzone, pauses. “Dr. Ye Na?”

I squeeze my eyes shut, taking a deep breath. “Sorry, doctor. Just a… minor disturbance.”

“Sounds like a major one.”

I glare at Han Wool, who is now dramatically clutching the pillow like he’s been fatally wounded.

I hate him.

I hate him that he isn't the Han Wool I know, instead an annoying childish Han wool.

I force my feet to move, stepping out onto the patio where the air is cooler, quieter. The ridiculous cartoon noises are muffled behind the glass door, but the irritation in my chest is still thrumming like an unshaken soda can.

I take a slow breath, grip my phone tighter, and refocus.

“Dr. Kim,” I say, voice steadier now. “Sorry about that. Let’s go over the case details again.”

There’s a slight pause before he speaks. “No problem, Dr. Ye Na. Like I mentioned, the patient is a 56-year-old male, diagnosed with advanced gastric adenocarcinoma. He’s scheduled for a subtotal gastrectomy tomorrow morning.”

I nod, my mind instantly sharpening. “What’s his current pain management plan?”

“We’ve had him on a continuous infusion of fentanyl and a PCA pump for breakthrough pain, but he’s still reporting severe discomfort.”

That’s concerning. “Any opioid tolerance?”

“Moderate. He’s been on pain management for months now.”