Chemistry

Holiday commute with little footing.

Jungwoo walked into a genetic analysis room in AN hospital and found Dr. Door staring through the monitor.

Non-drying hair on a toilet free face. Pretend he hasn't been out of the hospital for days.

“Dr. Moon, I think this is the house. ”

She covers her mouth and lets out a small yawn, turning her head to Jungwoo's voice.

“You're late.”

Bring a chair and Jung, who sits next to the doctor's door, lights up his eyes.

“Don't you usually have to come out first because you suddenly call me on a Golden Holiday? ”

“If you want less money, I will respect you enough. ”

“Why are you taking that · · · light joke so seriously? Haha. What should I do first? ”

I had no choice but to make it smaller in front of the party who wrote the thick terms and conditions that had not yet been read.

The doctor door extends the clasped hand forward, relaxing and pointing to the document on the table.

“I'm finishing up, so take a look at that first. ”

She looks back at the monitor. Jungwoo takes the documents in his hand and sweeps them down slowly.

“Genetic analysis request · · · · · ·. There are three targets. You want me to split this with Dr. Moon? ”

“Let's start with the meeting and then come back to that question later. ”

“Why?”

“After meeting her, she might change her mind about going to another team. ”

“Huh? What's wrong with that? ”

The finger of Dr. Moon, who was tapping the keyboard, stopped.

“If you're just going to keep looking at it with your mouth, can I read it all? ”

“No, keep closing. ”

Dr. Moon looks cooler today. Jungwoo seemed to know a little bit about why. She's a human being, and she shouldn't be stuck in the hospital since the morning of the holidays.

While I was reading the document, the door of the analysis room opened. Song Bo-young, half-frozen, pushes her head forward.

A big, puffy eye headed for the clock beyond 9: 20. Song Bo-young felt the silent atmosphere of doing what she was supposed to do, and immediately bent her waist.

“Sorry I'm late. ”

“Doctor Moon, I'm concentrating. Just sit here. ”

Jungwoo gestures at the chair next to him. Song Bo-young, who rushed to shove, whispered.

“I'm sorry, Mi Hee Gore turned off the ringing noise. ”

Instinctively, Song Bo-young hurriedly covered her mouth. Jungwoo shakes his hand at the scent of alcohol that smells good.

“Oh, the smell of alcohol. Did you come to the hotel with another mural? ”

Song Bo-young's ears turned red in front of an opponent who was too familiar with the secret liquor that only happens a few times a year.

“I didn't drink that yesterday. ”

“It's the holidays. Take a break. I told you I didn't have to text you. ”

“I will always stick like a gumball and learn to work, so I will try to take it off. ”

In a hurry, something came up from the car again, and Song Bo-young covered her mouth and lowered her head.

“Phew. I'm getting hungover and really sick. Put your back into it."

Jungwoo tapped his back, and then Song Bo-young herself tapped her chest.

“That's it, now. Ugh, it's embarrassing. ”

“Luckily, you're sober. You understand the embarrassment of this situation. ”

Song Bo-young couldn't answer and sighed deeply because of Jungwoo's teasing.

Dr. Moone's gaze, which was hitting the keyboard, turned to the two of them for a moment: a mutual conversation between the two of them that they had come to help with the five teams' research. I reminded Dr. Moon who had worked in silence of a memory that was somewhere far away. I don't know how long I've been ignoring the existence of my colleagues.

“I'm sorry, Dr. Moon. Am I loud?”

In her apology, Dr. Moon shakes his head and focuses on his work again.

“If you're patient, read this. ”

Jungwoo gives her the documents in her hand. As soon as the work story started, Song Bo-young read the document with her lively eyes.

“Wow. Joint commission from the Seoul National Institute of Genetic Engineering at the AN Center for Genetic Engineering? It's a big scale.”

Song Bo-young, a small admirer, immediately read the overview of the study, looked at Jungwoo.

“You're going to do a thorough analysis of the genetic factors of the three candidates? There are only three people who can take one-on-one care. With Dr. Moon and Mr. Jungwoo? ”

I saw Song Bo-young with her eyes that she had a big dream, too.

“If you're just going to keep looking at it, I'll read it for you. ”

Song Bo-young glanced at Jungwoo.

Phoebic.

The late night sequencing has finally come to an end. Dr. Moon got up from his seat.

“The meeting starts at 10: 00. There's nothing to prepare, just leave your mind at ease. ”

Jungwoo immediately asked what he had been curious about.

“Who the hell are these three people that I can move my team to if I meet them? There's no name on the paperwork, just chromosomal information. ”

“Geniuses out of common sense. ”

“If so · · ·”

“I am ‘annoying’ enough to escape common sense. ”

The annoying Doctor Moon's face was cooler than any condition I had seen today.

Jungwoo only realized that. Right now, Dr. Moon is stressed because of this meeting, not just because of overtime, not because of holidays, but because of the sequencing that's over.

AN Hospital Medical Genetics Center Recreation Room.

A six-year-old girl without two front teeth said to the man next door.

“Uncle, this place smells like disinfectant. ”

“Hang in there. ”

“That's nasty.”

“Do I feel like I'm bringing you here on a holiday? ”

Kim Jong-Hwan, a 32-year-old student, sighed deeply as he was obliged to take care of his nephew on the holidays.

“A holiday is a holiday. What's with the holidays? Don't you know Hanja?”

“I don't know, man! ”

His nephew Kim Bona was much more mature than his age. His brother and sister-in-law boasted that Bona was a genius, but to him he was just tired.

“Where did you get that? In kindergarten?”

Kim Bona took out her faceless phone from her loving bag and showed it to her uncle.

“Search them all. You know Wikipedia, right?”

“Wiki? I can't believe it. It was so cute when I couldn't even speak. ”

Kim Jong-Hwan habitually pulled the cigarette out of his pocket and asked him. Kim Bo-na's eyes turned blue, "You can't be serious. ’I saw my uncle with my eyes.

“A fine of up to KRW 100,000 for smoking in public areas. You can't pay for that. ”

The language violence coming out of my mouth is very scary. Kim Jong-Hwan sighed and asked.

“Give me the light. I think I left it at the lighter house. ”

“I'm six years old! ”

“Don't think for how long the excuse will last. ”

“He's the one who pays for the night. ”

Kim Jong-hwan shakes his head because it was funny that he argued with the child so much.

I put the cigarette in the side of the road, and someone walks into the break room. She was a remarkable beauty, so I had no choice but to shake the breasts of a bloodthirsty man.

“Wow · · · · · · · · ·. ”

Maybe in the early 20s? She was a small figure, a white robe, and she was an angel herself. My lovely niece Bona is confident that she will never grow up with such beauty.

“Kim Bo Na, the child and guardian? ”

A revelation from the skie.I 'm just looking this way. Kim Jong-Hwan raised his hand.

“It's us, us! ”

“There you are. I am Song Bo-young's researcher. The meeting is at the pharmacy, not the genetic center. Would you like to follow me to the fourth floor? ”

“Of course, we should go. Bona. Pack your bags. ”

Kim Bona stepped down from the chair and pointed to Song Bo-young.

“That's a different sister than the teacher I saw last time. ”

“Are you talking about the teacher? He's downstairs.”

Song Bo-young bent slightly at the waist and caught Gimbona's eye. A little girl who had her head braided gently down to the split of the sheep looked up at her.

“You look really cute. ”

“Ugh, the smell of alcohol. ”

“Oh, sorry. She drank too much last night. ”

“Until what time? ”

“Mmm · · · 3 a.m.? ”

Song Bo-young, who had told the truth in a daze, smiled bitterly, but Kim Bona said.

“Looks like you're short on ALDH. Koreans have 30% less alcoholic degradants than people from other countries. Drink like that for your sister's life · ·"

Kim Jong-Hwan quickly stopped Gimbona's mouth and laughed.

“Bonaya, stop! Let's go, sir. ”

Song Bo-young briefly doubted the unbelievable knowledge of a six-year-old who mentioned acetaldehyde degradase.

Glug.

Kim Bona smiles at the silver door that opens.

“Hello teacher! ”

“Welcome. Sit down here."

After stroking the sofa prepared on one side of the five teams' laboratory, he saw Kim Jong-hwan coming in and became a curious face.

“You're not the parents I saw last time? ”

“I'm an uncle. My brother and sister-in-law have a real estate meeting. ”

A nod points to the couch.

“Sit down. I have to explain how the analysis is going to go. Can you tell your parents I'll see you later? ”

“Of course.”

Kim Jong-Hwan glanced at Moon Jae-hyun and glanced at her again. This hospital felt like the only women with angel looks and fabulous eyes.

The last incoming Song Bo-young walked towards the corner.

- Jungwoo. That Bonara girl is really smart, isn't she?

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- I think something happened to Jungwoo when he was a kid.

Kim Jung-hwan stopped looking at the young man who was talking with Song Bo-young.

I don't know, mid-20s? An ordinary man who looks ordinary and reasonably tall. He looked like a researcher because he was wearing a white robe, but he never looked like the two angels in this room.

I wasn't a genius.

I was a bit of a genius. who memorized the periodic table before the alphabet.

- That was amazing.

- Huh-uh.

The conversation seemed to be quite friendly. When jealousy and tears settled in his heart as a male, Kim Bona, who was watching Kim Jong-hwan carefully, called him.

“Uncle.”

“Huh?"

“Normal people lose 80-100 hairs a day. He's 130.”

“What are you talking about? How do you know that? ”

“I counted them all. According to an antique study, women hate it more than short men. ”

Kim Jong-Hwan urgently closed his nephew's mouth.

“No, no, no! ”

After 5 minutes.

Jungwoo stood behind and watched the meeting.

The first subject commissioned a workup from the genetic center was a six-year-old child diagnosed with a "high-intelligence disorder" by a specialist.

Dr. Moon looks around at the child's condition closely. The child who was watching the doctor's door asked.

“Why did you have so many skin spots? Two more lines of wrinkles. ”

“No · · · Girl? ”

“Yes, I remember all the freckles in Anna Koh's Winter Kingdom. I remember my uncle had 128 hairs missing yesterday. ”

Two people swallowed their groans at once.

After finishing her exam while keeping calm, Dr. Moon taped to the skin called the 'genetic patch’ and began collecting.

“· · Whenever I get the results of a precision analysis, I will come here and conduct a custom inspection. ”

“Why do you test me if I'm not sick? ”

“If you get sick, it can be poisoned. ”

“Am I not an ordinary person? ”

“The same person, but · ·”

“Lonely?”

“No, Bona. ”

Dr. Moondo in the world was shaking constantly in front of that child.

When Jungwoo looked at her quietly, he realized that Dr. Moon couldn't be cold to the child at all.

‘I don't think I'll accept that you're going to scold me. ’

A prosecutor who knows as much as he knows as an adult, who can't figure out where to splash the question without rest, who stabs the sick with his bare hands.

“Are you going to study my genes and make a replicated baby just like me? ”

“We don't have that kind of purpose. ”

“You make a lot of in vitro babies. I came out with an artificial crystal. ”

“That's · · · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

I was tired of baptizing Kim Bona's questions with superior intelligence and retention skills than ordinary people, but I couldn't even see her as a socialite.

If this meeting were to happen only once today, you would be able to respond kindly to it. However, every time an analysis of a particular factor was completed, it was a matter of darkening ahead, given that we had to try to communicate more closely to it.

Dr. Moon's patience resulted in an explanation of the process in more than 10 minutes.

“See you next week, then. ”

Kim Bona waves her hands and disappears.

Immediately after the boy left, Dr. Moon rubbed his glabella.

Jungwoo reaches Dr. Moon after storing the harvested gene in the locker.

“If you're tired, can I explain this time? ”

“Will you do that? ”

“I think I can get some mental work done at a level similar to Bona's. ”

“But be prepared. ”

“Don't worry. I'm kind of preoccupied with someone poking me. ”

Dr. Moon's jaw became clouded by Jungwoo's assurance.

The second subject was a 15-year-old boy who was home studying at home.

His name is Yoon Chaewon.

Asperger's disease was also a child with an unfamiliar developmental disorder for Jungwoo. As soon as Yoon Meadow entered the lab, he bent his head forward and put a dot on the paper.

The mother sitting next to him stroked his head with a worried face the whole time she listened to Jungwoo's explanation.

“· · We do neurological tests to see how certain genes respond. Mother can help us at this time. ”

“Our meadow is trying to cover a lot of faces. I don't know if I can get it tested properly. ”

“You don't speak very well, do you? ”

“Yes. Two words a day I have to do a lot. ”

Jungwoo looked at the doctor's door for this answer. He looked at how research can be carried out with very little communication.

‘Besides, he doesn't feel like a genius. ’

Dr. Moon quietly pointed to the drawing paper that Yoon Meadow was holding.

"Huh?

In the middle of a five-minute silent drawing paper. With my hands up and my mouth open, Yoon Meadow's self seemed to shrink to say "Hello."

“Whoa. ”

Even though it was the size of a finger, the intensity and flexion were so elaborate that it seemed like it would just pop up onto the paper.

"Wait. It's not a drawing. It's just a dot. ’

Yoon Meadow looked up at Jungwoo one day and her eyes were shining.

“What, did I say hello to you the first time? ”

As soon as I asked, I started marking the dots again.

“You're not going to draw a 'yes’, are you? ”

He works hard without answering. Jungwoo had only just learned about the characteristics of the second test subject. Yoon Meadow was a silent artist whose way of communicating with the world was different from that of ordinary people.

Five minutes later, "Yes! ’A picture of a smile appeared on the drawing paper.

“All you had to do was nod, meadow. Meadow? I didn't ask you that. No, please. I'm sorry.”

I only spoke to my mother, and after a second meeting, I had a careful communication about every 5 minutes.

Song Bo-young goes out to pick up the last inspector, and Jung hangs out on the couch. It was hard to deal with the speechless kid, so much as I thought the more chatty kid was better.

Dr. Moon gives Jungwoo a glass of water. Jungwoo who took it and panted asked.

“I'm going to ask you about 30 meadows at a time. ”

“We should refrain from asking useless questions. ”

“I just met these two kids, and they're not very good at studying. Everyone seems to have an unusual angle. ”

“Analyzing genetic information is a long battle. According to the medication that Jungwoo took, it started in this study. ”

This was somewhat expected from Jungwoo.

Collecting unusual genes. It appeared to be the most important part of many factors for constructing pluripotent factors.

“Now that I understand that I might be able to go to another team after the meeting, tell me about your last test subject in advance. What kind of mind do you have to be prepared for? ”

“Seo Jeong-gu is not young. Twenty-two years old, presents with emotional distress, but doesn't have an official doctor's opinion. ”

“What kind of genius do you have? ”

“We don't know for sure because we don't have enough data from the Institute of Genetic Engineering, but it's probably similar to Jungwoo who took AF-12. It was seeing things that ordinary people couldn't see. ”

“With me?”

Something was beating in my heart.

“I just saw him with the professor who introduced me for a little while, so I'm not sure. But it was a lot more difficult to deal with than the other two. ”

“If it is harder to treat than two people · · · · · · · ·. ”

After a while.

Song Bo-young opened the door of the lab by herself.

“I don't see anyone named Seo Jung-gu. I've been to the lobby on the first floor, not the genetic center, and it's gone. ”

It was a promise because he said he didn't have time for meetings on weekdays. Dr. Moon picked up his cell phone, saying he wouldn't waste his time without any news.

I called the contact I received separately, and I couldn't hear my voice until after the signal rang.

- This is Jang Gyeong-hwan from Gangbukseo, Korea.

“Whose · · · · · · · · poetry? ”

- I'm detaining this phone owner for assault. Are you a guardian?

Dr. Moone's complexion changed dramatically. As soon as I finished the call with the police, Jungwoo asked as I saw her getting ready to take off her gown.

“What's the matter? ”

“Seo Jung-gu is in jail. I'm involved in the assault, and there's no one to vouch for me, so I think we should go. ”

“Then let's go together. ”

Jungwoo and Song Bo-young also took off their robes along the doctor's door and left the pharmacy.

Jungwoo asked as he walked down the hall.

“If I did, I'd be in the hospital. Who did you hit?”

“That's not one person. ”

“And?”

“Seven. He was also beaten unilaterally and badly injured. ”

“Phew.”

Jungwoo opened his mouth. Even an athlete can't beat seven at once. It was Jung Woo who was curious about who he was, but became creepy about where he was.

"Like me? No, you're not. I'm supposed to be on page seven of every seven in a fight. ’

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