Chapter 90 – Vegetables
It’s been a few days since residents began putting in work, and the city is noisy as the day goes by.
Today, I went on inspection to a local hospital in Habu. The moment I looked around and was about to leave, I heard the sound of an argument coming from a nearby medical room.
“Take off your glasses, bitch!”
“I took off my clothes!”
A boring inspection became exciting in just a few seconds. You can’t just miss watching the fight, right?
The moment I grabbed the doorknob of the treatment room, I heard two noises in succession from inside.
Bah!
Cradangtang!
When I opened the door, there was a woman standing and another woman sprawled on the floor.
The side lying on the ground is unconscious with its eyes wide open. He appears to be in his mid 30s.
The person standing is a woman in her mid to late 20s wearing a white gown. She is wiping her red right hand and putting on her glasses in her left hand.
At first glance, he looks taller than me as he is well over 180 cm tall.
Since not everyone here wears makeup, it is easy to distinguish between face values.
“Ah!”
She looked at me and let out her exclamation. The expression and sound are different from those of Koreans.
The name of the doctor caught beating up a patient is Maya. Nationality is Israel.
She is an impressive beauty with long black hair that makes you wonder how she managed it while she was incarcerated.
Maya is confident. Sitting with her arms crossed, and her legs crossed, she has an attitude of ‘send me to solitary confinement.’
She escaped from Israel ahead of the proclamation of general mobilization and entered the country smuggled.
If she was drafted as a medical student, she would not have to work in a rear hospital, but would have to carry a gun and provide TCCC (medical treatment in combat) in the field.
And it was a wise decision.
By the time she settled in Korea, her comrades had died because her placenta was torn to shreds along with a patient during a field operation.
Considering the world situation before the fall, Korea was a place where just staying was a place where you could say you were lucky.
Most female illegal immigrants make a living by selling their bodies or laughter, but Maya is a highly skilled worker by the standards of the world of darkness.
When she first came to Korea, she worked briefly in an entertainment bar, but soon gained her footing and began working as a street vendor against fellow immigrants and gangsters.
She was then arrested and started living a happy life.
The reviews from customers seem to have been pretty good. There are records showing that she constantly received support from outside, including personal support, even during her time in prison.
I glance behind me and see the female doctor who is the temporary director of the hospital watching from a distance.
The name written on the nametag is Yuna Kim. She is a woman with short hair and horn-rimmed glasses.
Perhaps they were anxious because a violent incident occurred during my visit.
“I have no intention of taking responsibility for not being able to manage it.”
There is no way an ordinary doctor could control the wild beasts that were used to deal with gangsters. Without any authority from public authority or employment relations.
“Why did you hit me?”
Nuntaeng and Bamtaeng, who were stretched out on a bed in the corner, looked alternately at the woman and Maya. It’s an unusual fist, befitting a tall man.
“Seonbbang, that woman threw it. “I dodged and counterattacked.”
Maya said.
Compared to Nina, her Korean was poor in many ways, including the accent, but she spoke well.
“If you hit first, there’s nothing to say even if you get hit.”
The CCTV records checked through PDA are also consistent with the testimony.
“I was the one who got criticized first, and I was the one who was attacked first. A bitch who opens her crotch to a gangster! Even after hearing the noise, I endured it for now.”
Maya said with a frown.
“Have I done something wrong to insult you like that?”
“Amukoto!”
As she was shaking her palms and her head, she pointed her index finger at her chestnut girl as if something had occurred to her.
“I was my mate when I was in land prison. I often received food brought by men, and there was a time when I got into a fight over it. “I guess he was upset because he didn’t receive anything.”
“Gangsters?”
Maya rolled her eyes.
“Loyal customer!”
“Oh, yes. “I guess so.”
I’m not good at pronunciation or grammar, but I seem to know a lot of words.
Is this what happens when a smart woman studies a foreign language in a short period of time?
“Isn’t there something more? That woman wouldn’t have even swung her fist just out of jealousy.”
“Throughout the treatment…”
Maya, who is not good at Korean, seemed unable to come up with the right words.
“What the fuck? Damn it? He shouted at me and said that he was doing me a disservice, so he shot me a few words! “I lost my temper and rushed in.”
“What did you say?”
Maya hesitated to answer.
Since it was not her fault at all, she seemed to be worried about possible disadvantages.
“You can rest assured that you will not be punished for this. “It’s the same without a single mistake.”
There is no nobleness in labor, but there is in technology. Maya’s medical skills are useful enough to turn a blind eye to this level of trouble.
She can’t take care of all 2,000 people with a medical robot.
“Phew.”
Maya sighed as if she had no choice. She seems to have thought that lying and silence would be useless because if the fainted woman woke up and questioned her, she would be exposed.
“Please take care of my poop and urine!” Fuck you!”
Her face is red as she brushes the side of her hair.
“I said so. “He was assigned to be a sewer cleaner.”
I lowered her head and covered the corner of her mouth with my hand. These girls play cutely.
Tak.
She poured herself a glass of water from a nearby water dispenser and handed it over.
“I understand because there is no coffee pot, no tea, nothing.”
“I’ll drink it gratefully.”
“What is gratitude? Everything here anyway. “It’s all yours.”
Maya struck her hand.
“Then that too? “Is that mine too?”
Maya’s large eyebrows twitched when she looked at the place I pointed.
In her treatment room, there were many personal items as well as medical tools.
Where my finger points, black panties, bras, and socks are hanging on a clothesline hanging from the ceiling. Because she is so tall, her size is unusual.
In a typical hospital, there would be plasterboard for interior aesthetics, but a shelter is strictly utilitarian.
It is clearly opened so as not to interfere with maintenance, so the ugly sprinkler pipes and exhaust ducts are clearly visible. There is a clothesline connected to the lowest part of them.
The reason for setting up a living space in a medical office is understandable. This is a situation where people live together in a camp without their own home.
Maya, who has her own private practice, can’t help but want to use it as her own room.
“If you tell me to clean it up, right away…”
It’s not really a set rule, but if you have any sense, you’ll know that this is a disgrace.
“Put it aside for today. This is not your room, but a shared treatment room. It’s also annoying when pipes or ducts tilt under load.”
Maya nodded her head. She seemed rather relieved that she was let go without punishment.
“Ugh…”
And at that moment, the woman who had fainted woke up.
“… Ugh… You! “You… Haircut?”
She immediately growled when she saw Maya, but then she stiffened when she saw me smiling and waving her hand next to her.
“I’m out.”
I said, pointing outside the door.
She had just woken up and looked dumbfounded for a few seconds, as if she didn’t understand the situation.
He even showed the real scene where he left the door open, then ran back a few seconds later, bowed at 90 degrees, and then closed it again.
“Oppa! “Can I ask you something?”
Maya, who was laughing at the scene, said.
“Oh, dad?”
I was taken aback by the unexpected title.
“Uh, can I call you?”
She looks up at me, very intimidated. It’s so cute that it doesn’t match my tall height.
Is this a habit you picked up while working at an entertainment bar when you first entered the country?
“No, call me whatever you want. Do you have any questions?”
To be honest, it was amazing to see in person the wild vegetables that I had only seen in movies.
“It’s useless to say it with my own mouth. “I lost my medical license.”
“So?”
She glanced at the female doctor who was observing me behind my back.
“They put pressure on me subtly. “What kind of treatment does something like Yamae provide?”
“Aha.”
Knock.
When I turned my head at the sound of a knock, the nurse and the patient were opening the door halfway without asking for permission.
They looked surprised when they saw me inside. It looks like they didn’t see us because there was a backlog of patients.
A few seconds later, another nurse rushed over and dragged the two away.
The scene was similar to the broadcasting accident scene of a professor at Pusan National University that had caused quite a stir on YouTube in the past.
“Oppa, sick patient, please wait a long time. If you have nothing more to say, will you please leave?”
“Okay. “I’ll just go.”
I got up from my seat.
“Next time, kill your temper.”
“I’ll try! “As long as the opponent doesn’t hit first.”
“If you come to visit again, treat me to tea.” “I’ll send you a coffee pot and tea bags.”
At my words, she opened her eyes and smiled broadly. It was the smile of a typical entertainment bar girl. It really doesn’t match the white doctor’s coat.
I think it’s the type of habit that once you pick it up, whether it’s a habit of your mouth or body, you don’t get rid of it.
“Good work.”
“Huh! Oppado!”
Maya waved her hand off
As soon as she went out the door, the female doctor Yuna Kim, who had been waiting with a stiff posture, came running to her.
“I have had a hard time managing this place, and please continue to take good care of me.”
Time has already passed. She didn’t want to drag it out for no reason, so she spoke briefly and tried to turn away.
“Wait a minute.”
She caught me.
And her sister, Maya, claimed that it was unfair for her to continue seeing the doctor. Several reasons were given, but the main reason is that there is no license.
I operated the PDA and retrieved recorded photos of Maya’s recent treatment.
There were several surgical operations, and the workmanship was perfect from suturing to finishing.
When I asked Artemis for an evaluation, her hologram appeared here.
[The surgical skills are the best among resident medical personnel.]
This is her assessment. Then the story is over.
“Did you hear?”
Embarrassed, Yuna nodded her head awkwardly.
“Her evaluation is like a license here.”
Everyone knows what Artemis is through information screens throughout the shelter.
“What we want is not a medical treatment system like the outside society.”
In a disaster situation, there is a method that is suitable for the disaster situation.
More than 2,000 people suddenly took charge. Even if we don’t know about food, clothing, and shelter, medical facilities and other sectors cannot be handled by robots and automated facilities.
Because we have tasks to do and preparations for the future.
I think we have given enough by just providing a place to live, energy, food, daily necessities, and safety.
Residents’ abilities must be used in the right places to make them self-reliant so that they can take care of themselves as much as possible.
In this situation, it is a luxury not to use “Yamae”.
“We will directly take care of seriously ill patients who require precise diagnosis and procedures. Your treatment is slightly better than first aid. “You just have to do that much.”
Yuna closed her mouth. She waited for about 5 seconds, but she showed no sign of opening her lips.
“Any other questions?”
She shook her head. They seem to be dissatisfied, but since Artemis and I are fighting, they don’t seem to dare object.
“Good. Next time I come, I’ll bring something delicious.”
I glanced towards the treatment room where Maya was.
“I get along well with Maya.”
Yuna nodded her head. Just as she was about to leave, something occurred to her.
“Wait a minute, where is your treatment room?”
I pushed her back, showing signs of hesitation, and pushed her into her private treatment room.
“…”
As expected, panties and running shirts can be seen hanging on the clothesline in her room. This one is white.
“Get rid of everything.”
Yuna nodded, sweating profusely.
