Story of a Big Player from Gangnam

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Guggenho boiled Japanese ramen with Mori Eiko in the morning.

Morrie Eiko said she had to go out to prepare for the performance. This is a performance at Tokyo's Cultural Hall, so it is a significant event and it is a must-go show.

“I'm sorry you don't come often. Business is too busy. ”

“It's okay. All you need is a heart. ”

“My heart is always with you. And this is a celebration. Put it away.”

Mori Eiko smiles lonelily and puts the envelope she gave me in her bag.

“I have to go now. You said you were going today, too, right? ”

“Yeah, I don't think you're going to see it. ”

Guggenho kissed Morrie Coke's cheek.

“Brother, be healthy! ”

“Yes, you too! ”

“Turn off the lights when you go later. ”

“Yes."

Mori Eycho waved his right hand as he waved his hand.

The hook didn't want to stretch.

The plane left in the evening, so I went back to sleep in Morrie Eiko's bed.

I woke up at about 12 o'clock when the phone rang.

It was the late president of Akasaka's Korean restaurant.

“Mr. Gu, I heard you came to Japan. ”

“Yes, it is. I came to see Morrie Eiko perform. ”

“Have you seen the show? ”

“Yes, I did. ”

“How cute is that? Morrie Eiko is the youngest there. It's great to be on stage at the Tokyo Cultural Center. ”

“Is that so?”

“Of course, you should know that the Japanese performed at the Tokyo Cultural Association. ”

“Haha, really? ”

“And I got a call from Segawa Junko. ”

“Segawa Junko? Shinjuku Fairy Horse Horse Rider? ”

“He says thank you. I wanted to call him myself, but he said I couldn't talk to him, and he asked me to tell him. ”

“There's nothing to be thankful for. ”

“Thank you. Isn't it all thanks to you that Morrie Eiko is now doing art on the edge of economic stability?

“I didn't give much support, huh. ”

“Can't you hear my house? I've seen in the newspapers a lot of good exhibitions at the G.H. Gallery. You're not with the Japanese? ”

“I have no connections in Japan. ”

“Oh, Ms. Grant. Don't make fun of this delayed network. ”

“I know, but it's art.”

“You don't think anyone knows anything about art? I'll send you one. “

“Thank you, then. ”

“Are you going to Korea today? ”

“Yes, it's a 5: 00 flight. ”

“Well, I guess you have to go to the airport now. Well, be careful going in. ”

“Thank you. I'll see you later. ”

Gugan has arrived at Gimpo Airport. I got a call from Chongho.

“Are you the owner? Are you at the airport? ”

“Uh, Gimpo Airport. ”

“I'm on my way to the front of the landing field now. It's in the parking lot.”

“Did you bring the car? ”

“Yes, I'll be there. ”

Chongho knew that Gu Gu had bought a round trip ticket and left with the car on time for arrival.

“Damn, I didn't order it, but it came out. ”

The Gugunate arrives, and the Mercury car stands flashing emergency lights. Gu Gu got in the car.

“It's Sunday, and you didn't stop. ”

“Should I take you on a business trip? ”

Gu Gu said he was going on a strict business trip, so my heart was a little warm. I went to Japan to see a performance and played with Mori Eiko. “

“Where are you taking me? ”

“Let's go to the Tower Palace. ”

It was convenient to leave the article behind. I was a little tired on a day like today, but I was comfortable with a driver bringing a car. In fact, it was a lot of pressure to get to the Tower Palace from Gimpo Airport and the limousine bus had to wait a long time.

Gu Gu went to the Sinsa Dong building and paid for the pushed slip and went down to the gallery downstairs. There was a Korean writer's watercolor exhibition, with three people who seemed to be close friends of the writer drinking tea on the spot. I didn't have many visitors because it was morning.

They did not recognize the Governor's Code.

“Hmm, that's a good drawing. ”

Gugunho didn't know what the painting by French painter Marion Kinsky was, but he seemed to know the painting by a Korean anonymous writer. However, the media wrote a huge news story about the French writer, but the anonymous author did not cover a single line in the media.

Gu Gu wanted to buy me a painting. It was a picture of the sunset ripening in a golden field.

“Who booked this picture? ”

The woman who was drinking tea hurriedly approached the gully.

“No, I'm not.”

“I'll make the reservation. How much is the piece worth? ”

“It's a prop. It's 600,000 won. ”

Gu Gu wrote the delivery address of the work on the purchase application.

“We will deliver your work after the exhibition. ”

“I'll send someone on my last day. You give it to him. ”

The work was props, so it seemed to fit in the car. I thought I could send Chongho on an errand.

Gu Gun-ho came up to his room and watched the newspaper, and a phone call came from his sister.

“Mom's in the hospital. ”

“Mom? Why? ”

“I fell and couldn't get up. I think I hurt my back. ”

“Really?"

“I'm in Seoul University Hospital now. ”

“Seoul University Hospital? Isn't this Incheon Road Hospital? ”

“There's a doctor there who's very good at spinal fractures. ”

“Vertebral fracture?”

“Looks like it. My mom also knew a nurse, so she went there. He went there because he told me to get him a good room and not pay for his medical expenses. ”

“Huh, well. So this is the Seoul University Hospital right here in front of the University? ”

“Yes, stop by on your way home. ”

“I've heard that spinal fractures last a long time. ”

“You have severe osteoporosis. ”

“Really?"

“Ahoy, you can't do that when you're old. ”

Gu Gun-ho went to Seoul University Hospital after finishing up some work this afternoon, a shared room with six people. Gu Gu went into the room thinking he needed to move the room. Other patients were chatting and watching TV, and only my mother was making a painful face.

“Mom, does it hurt a lot? ”

“Gunho, are you here? I'm busy. Why are you here? ”

“Does your back hurt a lot? ”

“My back hurts, but I can't get an enema right now. ”

“enema?”

“I haven't had a poop in three days. My back hurts, but I can't eat because I can't feel my anus or my stomachs. Oops, oops. ”

The nurse came to check on the Ringel fluid.

“The patient wants an enema? ”

“We can't. You need to come to the doctor. ”

“Did you tell the doctor? ”

“Yes, I did. ”

She said with a painful impression.

“I was wrong to tell you when I left the doctor's rounds. Oops.”

I went to the doctor to say no.

In the nurse's office, only an extremely clever answer came back.

“Doc, you didn't come back from rounds. ”

The nurse in the nurse's office just said this and looked at the computer and did her job.

She continued to suffer.

Whenever I heard my mother's moaning, I also felt the pain of relief. When my mom screamed, two nurses jumped in.

“Ma'am, wait a minute. Doc, he'll be right back. ”

Gu Gu took my mother's hand. She even trembled. However, Gu Gu thought that if his anus was blocked and his stool was blocked, he would be in a lot of pain, too.

The doctor is here.

The doctor was surprisingly young, white-skinned woman in her late 20s. The doctor pulls out a small flash from the white robe's pocket. And I looked into her eyes and looked into her mouth.

“No lower abdominal pain? ”

“Nothing.”

“You don't have any symptoms of vomiting? ”

“Nothing. Oops, oops. ”

The two nurses were frowning as well.

The young doctor said in a calm voice to the nurse.

“Prepare the enema. ”

Two nurses go out, one of them brings the same thing as the third generation, and one of them brings something like a bottle of medicine. A young doctor came back and started wearing rubber gloves.

“Parents, if you'll excuse me. It can smell a lot and spill dirt. ”

The young doctor wore rubber gloves and a mask. Then I took off her anus and started administering enema fluids. The curtain fell off with the sound of my mother's screams. From curiosity, Gu Gu watched the scene of the enema between the curtains that were removed from his neck.

“Ow, ow! ”

“Hang in there! ”

Surprisingly, the doctor shoved his rubber gloved hand into his mother's anus. I heard her scream louder. It was the washing basin, and my mom's patience poured out with enema fluid. The smell vibrates.

Gu, when he saw this, was greatly surprised.

“Oh, that's what doctors do! ”

The paramedic was shocked that the doctor put his finger in the patient's smelly anus.

“Oh, I'm alive! ”

I heard my mother's voice.

The doctor washed her anus with a cotton pad with the nurse. Then he took off his mask and said,

“You've been lying there for a long time, and your stomachs are hard. There's nothing to worry about. ”

The doctor smiled and froze for a moment.

“Well, thank you. “

He thanked the doctor at a 90-degree angle. In recent years, Gu Gun-ho had only received greetings. I had never bowed so deeply before.

The doctor calmly said with a smile.

“Your doctor is doing a spinal surgery tomorrow. I was very worried about osteoporosis, but the bone mineral density test is not worth worrying about. If you take your medication regularly after surgery, you'll feel better. ”

The young doctor turns away with rubber gloves stained with filth. It was a calm, unwavering step.

My mom was eating apples in a frenzy.

The nurse brought medicine.

“The doctor says you can have whatever you want for dinner, but you can't eat anything from 10: 00 tonight. Because I'm operating tomorrow.

“Thank you, miss. You've suffered because of me. ”

“Mom, don't worry about osteoporosis. I just need to operate tomorrow. ”

“Yes, thank you. You must be tired. Now go inside. ”

“I'll have them take you down to the desk and transfer you to a room. ”

“It's okay here, too. ”

“I'll take you to a nice room, so rest up for a few days. ”

Gu Gu, who went down to the staff department, stepped on the water to move his mother's room to a private room.

The department of staff said they would move the room tomorrow morning.

Gu Gunho went back up to the room and greeted his mother.

“I've arranged for you to move your room, so they'll move you to a private room tomorrow. ”

“Even if it's okay. ”

“Mom, I have a son in a 300-million-dollar ventry, and when he says he's in his mom's sixth room, people curse him. ”

“Phew, I'm sorry for you. ”

“You don't have any stomachaches now, do you? ”

“Nothing. It's very cool. That young doctor is amazing. He's kind to patients all the time. He's got a good personality, too. ”

The whole time Gu Gunho came home, he remembered the young doctor. She looked really great.

Gu Gun-ho thought that he would marry such a woman and then waved his head.

“If you were a doctor at Seoul University Hospital, would you hang out with someone who went to Seoul University of Medicine with me? Even if I had a lot of money, it would be hard. ”

Guggenho sighed faintly behind Bentley's car, which he drives.