Devil's Music

Georgia General Hospital.

After rounding up VIP patient Dariya Myochi, Glass Glucocov, a 58-year-old experienced physician, felt strange and immediately instructed the medical staff to do her histology and MRI.

A month has passed since the conversation with Gregory, but her condition, which is too much to call an analgesic influence, is at an incomprehensible level.

Sitting alone in the clinic waiting for her test results, Glass crashes his chin and thinks:

‘I don't understand. At the rate of cancer cell metastasis, it's impossible for a patient, Myochi, to smile so peacefully, to be on the verge of death. ’

A month ago. Knowing that her condition was no longer meaningful for treatment, she discontinued all tests and anti-cancer treatment. We also stopped the routine tests, so it was urgent to get the results of the tests in order to know exactly what was going on with her.

As he postpones another appointment and is anxiously waiting for the results, his head flashes with a knock.

Knock, knock.

“Come in!”

A young doctor in his thirties suddenly reached out his hand as he saw him coming in with a thick envelope.

“Are these the test results? ”

“Yes, sir. ”

“Okay, let's see. ”

A young doctor pulled out the MRI film from the document envelope and placed it in the light. A young doctor with more than ten photos of the gun pushed out the rest of the envelope, saying.

“It also contains histology results. ”

Even the young doctor said that the glass that was looking at the MRI only muttered.

“It was primary renal cell carcinoma, patients with lower limb myochemical disease presented with paraneoplastic syndromes (hypertension, hypercalcemia, nonmetastatic liver dysfunction, erythrocytosis, etc.) and metastatic symptoms such as dyspnoea, coughing, seizures, headaches, and bone pain. Show me the cartel the nurses are checking. ”

As the young doctor pulled the carte out of the envelope, the eye of glass that saw him widened.

“Yes? Is this correct? ”

The young doctor nods severely.

“All the symptoms that the patient may be suffering from have been alleviated. I couldn't believe I called the nurse president to check, but not all of the nurses who go back three shifts can record the same lie, sir. ”

The glass looked at the other chart and asked.

“What about liver failure? ”

The young doctor shakes his head as well.

“Just a month ago, the jaundice and vengeance were forcibly eliminated multiple times. I had an esophageal varicose vein bleed, and I hadn't eaten in three days, and the removal of the venom was gone three weeks ago, and the jaundice was gone. ”

The glass frowned and pointed to an MRI.

“What's going on here? According to the MRI, the cancer has stopped progressing, but it's still a chart of patients with severe end-stage cancer. Even if the disease stops progressing temporarily, shouldn't multiple complications be normal? Also, it's strange that liver cancer should be extremely painful, but there is no such pain. Should I report it to the Conference as a special case? ”

The young doctor folded his arms and looked at the MRI as if he didn't know.

“You know, photos don't make the disease go away. where the cancer cells have metastasized as it did a month ago, and it's just no longer progressing. And that's a curious thing, of course, but what I don't understand the most is that you don't feel pain. ”

The glass lowered the chart and tuned while looking at the MRI.

“Yes, patients in late stages of cancer suffer from an area of cancer cell metastasis that is so severe that they don't even know to cut off their arms because of the pain. But this... ”

“There's something we don't know. We have to study it, sir. ”

The glass frowned and pointed to patient basics.

“Do you know who this patient is? ”

“I don't know, but we have to take any risk and put it on the table for human medical development, sir. ”

“The mother of Red Mafia boss Gregory Miochi. Do you accept any kind of sacrifice? In his words, our hospital will be gone in less than a day. ”

The young doctor was noticeably embarrassed. The Red Mafia has become a global pronoun of danger, but the fear of its name within Russia is even greater.

“Re... you mean the mother of the Red Mafia Boss? ”

He sighs, his hands clasped against his forehead.

“Phew... Yes. If you give me some money and ask me to study it, I'll lose my head right now. ”

The young doctor wiped off the cold sweat.

“I see…… That's too bad. ”

After seeing the MRI results again, the glass was silent for a long time and opened its mouth.

“You mean you're not healing? Hmm...... Let's wait a little longer. ”

“Yes, I will check in hourly. ”

* * *

New York City General Hospital Convention Hall.

A number of doctors were sitting here with Byeong-jun and Gun, listening to Larry's report on the treatment effect. Byeong-jun, who was listening to the treatment results for a long time, asked with a pale expression.

“Y-you 've seen the effects of music therapy? Really?"

Larry nods, smiling.

“Yes, as you can see, it's getting considerably better. And because of this effect, our clinic has set up a position to increase the number of sample patients. ”

In the front seat, Principal Murphy, who was listening to the results together, stood up in front of the case and the bottle.

“Our board of directors would like to formally charge you for the use of sound recordings and request that you re-enter into a non-disclosure agreement and conduct research on sample patients. ”

After showing Byeong-jun hesitating and thinking, Principal Murphy who was sweet said again.

“I'll take the cost of using sound recordings even if it costs more than any other institution. It's for the betterment of human medicine, saving lives. We greatly appreciate your cooperation. ”

Byeong-jun suddenly saw him sitting next to her without saying anything, considering the risk of an unpublished album leak. Byeong-jun lost his sight when he saw that he was looking at him.

“I know what you're going to say. Just hold still. ”

“Brother……. ”

“I know, you bastard. But I have to think about this. Consider the risks and move on. ”

Byeong-jun said with a straight face.

“It doesn't matter if it's leaked and you can't put it in the album. You can make music again, but you can't make life again. Unless you're a god. ”

Byung-jun sighs, looking at him quietly.

“Erik, who's going to stop you if you can't put a water song in the album presentation because of the leak? Is that what you report to the company? ”

“Yes, do that, brother. ”

Byeong-jun looked at the case and bowed his head. A little more worrying, Byeong-jun bowed his head and asked.

“It's because of her, isn't it? ”

The gun nods quietly and once more sighs, Byung-jun picks up the phone and says to Principal Murphy.

“Once the musicians have agreed, I will get the company's consent and say it again. I'll call you right back, so stay tuned. ”

Principal Murphy gripped his fist and said with a bright look.

“Yes, thank you. I look forward to it.”

The doctors watching them shouted in their hearts, although they had not yet received complete permission.

Over forty doctors were anxious to call out of the convention hall and waited for Byeong-jun to return.

Larry smiled as he watched the doctors waiting for him in the quiet convention hall with the same mind and face as he could hear the sound of the clock ticking.

“You're a musician and you have the same heart as a doctor, and I admire that. ”

Hearing Larry's words, Director Murphy nods loudly.

“Yes, I also salute you. ”

Thanks to the two people who stopped painting their faces, the embarrassing smile made me look at the door that Byeong-jun left.

A moment later, you hear the door open, and all forty of you turn to the door. Byeong-jun, who had a lot of gaze at him with his eyes full of expectations, looked around them and finally met the gun.

As Bottle Joon's head slowly nodded, looking desperate, there was a great cheer in the convention hall.

“Hooray!!!!!!!! ”

“Yes!! This is it!!! ”

“Wahahaha!! Thank you, thank you! ”

Principal Murphy raises her hand as if the story isn't over yet and the doctors are silent in an instant. He cautiously asks, not yet tense.

“H-how many patients can we increase? ”

Byeong-jun returned to his seat, put his phone on the table, and grabbed the shoulder of the gun sitting next to him.

“Tell Kay to resign. ”

Principal Murphy turns to the gun and asks.

“Yes? What do you mean by 'Discretion' ……. ”

Byung-jun smiled and looked at the side of the gun.

“Fantasy delegates all decision-making power to Kay on this occasion. In the future, you can discuss your decision regarding the water song with Kay without the official position of the company. Kay's will is that of Fantasy. ”

The doctors who heard Byeong-jun's words once again cheered and threw the documents over their heads.

“Wow!!!!!!!!! ”

As the cheering doctors stood up one by one and began applauding, all the doctors who were filling the convention hall stood up and applauded the case.

When I listened to the company's decision, I thanked Byungjun.

“Is this Director Lynn's decision? ”

Byeong-jun slightly nodded and said.

“Director Lin discussed this with the King himself. ”

“Thank you, brother. ”

“Don't thank me, thank Director Lynn. Erik, it looks like you're not making any money again. You're not gonna get paid, are you? ”

The gun tilts its head, smiling playfully.

“Hehe? How did you know? ”

“Man, Director Lynn has already foreseen. Whatever you say. ”

“Hehehe, you're the director. ”

The principal, Murphy, who was listening to them, was surprised and asked.

“What do you mean, you don't get paid? You can't do that. It must have been made with a lot of heart and blood, and our medical community isn't that desperate. Please accept the fee. ”

When Byung-jun smiled and saw the case, he stood up and clapped as he looked around at the doctors who were surprised to hear Principal Murphy's words. He smiled widely and said that he was making eye contact with each doctor.

“We will donate money to help improve the mental ward environment. Help patients get treated in a slightly better environment. ”

Murphy forgets his words. Larry also opened his mouth, looking at Gun and Byeong-jun, and a silence flowed through the convention hall. Only a little murmur spread out from the doctor who didn't know his name.

“An angel……? ”