“Is that a good thing?”

Dolseok asked with shining eyes due to curiosity.

Ganghyuk’s blood showed a different reaction.

Dolseok’s and Makbong’s blood made the patient’s blood clot, but with Ganghyuk’s blood, it remained liquid.

‘Is his blood type B?’

Ganghyuk looked at the blood with a bewitched face.

It did not change at all even though Ganghyuk stared at it for a long time.

The edge became hardened, but it was due to the contact with air rather than clotting because of the interactions between blood samples.

It was proven that the man had the same blood type with Ganghyuk, which meant he could give blood.

“Wow.”

“Why, sir?”

“Shut up.”

Ganghyuk smacked Dolseok’s head.

Dolseok did not understand why he did that, but he did not complain.

It was because Ganghyuk’s face changed.

He looked angry.

‘His eyes don’t look like that of a doctor.’

Ganghyuk’s eyes were full of anger.

If a human butcher existed, he would definitely look like Ganghyuk at the moment.

Ganghyuk looked at the mixed blood, the patient and Dongpa who was somewhere outside with a stern face.

Whenever Ganghyuk turned his head, his stern look made people including Makbong freeze up.

‘Son of a bitch. Should I give him my blood so I can save him?’

There were some doctors who saved patients’ lives by sacrificing their own bodies.

Actually, Ganghyuk saw his colleague give his bone-marrow to save a patient’s life.

‘Heo, Cham.’

Ganghyuk was really surprised when his colleague decided to donate his bone-marrow.

He tried to stop him, but he did it for the patient.

Ganghyuk respected him, but he did not have any intention to do that even as of now.

The reason why Ganghyuk has not donated any blood was because he was afraid of needles.

Sometimes people joked about how he could cut a person’s skin with a scalpel without hesitation but he was mortified at the sight of a needle piercing through his skin. He could not help it. He was really afraid of it.

‘Even though only a small amount of blood was drawn, it still made me feel terrible.’

Yeoju was quite lucky to find a vein so she finished quickly. If not, he would definitely give up in the middle of it.

“Sir, is it painful?”

Yeoju asked with worry.

At the exact moment she drew some blood from his vein, his face turned into his current expression…though that was not exactly the reason.

“No… Eum.”

He could come back to reality thanks to Yeoju’s fresh voice.

Ganghyuk examined the patient again as he removed the useless thoughts from his brain.

‘Hollow eyes, dry lips and lack of consciousness…’

The two problems were not very serious,

but the lack of consciousness was something to give importance to.

‘At the moment, I could not think of other reason than dehydration.’

Ganghyuk was renowned as the best surgeon in Korea. Although he was not on the press very often, everybody in the hospital knew his skills.

They knew that Ganghyuk was much better than the old professors who controlled the academia.

Since he was a good doctor, he could diagnose the patient with confidence.

‘If it was because of bleeding, his face would be pale. He has pupil response so he did not have a stroke.’

There were other reasons to make a patient unconscious, but the probability was low.

Compared to this, dehydration was almost sure because of the preceding factors.

Therefore, he would restore his consciousness if Ganghyuk fixed the issue of dehydration.

‘He would not die.’

It seemed that Dongpa was very lucky.

On his side, there were no patients with a serious case of dehydration.

At the moment, his side looked much better.

As patients did not eat or drink, the discharge from them lessened.

When compared to Ganghyuk’s side, Ganghyuk’s was like a living hell.

“Eaaa…”

“Eueu…”

They were discharging watery feces and Ganghyuk gave them more water so it was natural.

But even Heo Jun and Heo Im were reluctant to give patients honey water because of this hell-like situation.

They might think of this.

‘Is it really a good thing to give them water?’

As soon as they gave them water, they discharged.

Patients were getting more anxious.

Some of the patients have already gone to Dongpa’s side.

It was the road that led to death, but they did not know that at all.

‘If this patient dies here…’

Then he would not be able to stop them from moving to Dongpa’s side.

‘For God’s sake.’

He could not think up of other methods.

Ganghyuk lied down beside the patient out of despair.

He gave an order while lying down.

“Check the bag for IV… the bag.”

“Yes, sir. But why are you lying down?”

“Quiet.”

Ganghyuk smacked Dolseok’s head once more.

Dolseok could not change his habit of asking questions although he was always hit by Ganghyuk whenever he asked a question.

He was quite smart in some aspects but very dull in other aspects.

“I will draw my blood and put it in the bag and the patient will get my blood.”

“What?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Heo…”

There was severe reaction.

Ganghyuk did not like donating blood but it was quite a common thing to him. For those who lived in Joseon though, they thought it a queer and unacceptable thing.

How could a person share his blood with others?

Many cultures think that blood is synonymous to life.

Therefore, those who lived in Joseon did not accept his idea.

“Did you say you would give him your blood?”

Yeoju was almost aghast. The idea was too scary for her to accept.

She looked at Ganghyuk with a protesting expression though she looked like an angry adolescent. It was not really threatening, she actually looked rather cute.

‘If Yeoni showed that face, now that might be threatening.’

Yeoni had physical strength.

He was hit many times by her whenever they dueled, every hit being painful. Ganghyuk then removed the depressing memory from his head and asked.

“Why?”

“Blood is your life. It is your base. How could you share your basic life with the patient? He would be…”

“Why? Do you mean he would be my brother because we share the same blood?”

“Yes, that’s correct. Your spirit will go to him and your vitality will decrease.”

“Uh…”

“According to saints in old days, blood contains one’s personality and past experiences. You must think of how he could live after you give your blood to him.”

It was nonsense, but it was persuasive. That was because she was an intelligent girl and the statement she said had some kind of logic, although it was grounded on totally wrong assumptions.

Ganghyuk thought he might be persuaded if he kept listening to her speech.

Though there was one thing that was true in her speech.

Ganghyuk’s DNA would go to the patient if he gave the patient his blood, but there is no way to influence the patient’s personality and memories with transfusion.

There were some reports that people after getting an organ transplant like the heart and kidneys acquired new hobbies or tastes, but they were only assumptions and they had never been clinically proven.

Therefore, the things that Yeoju said were nothing but nonsense.

“Yeoju.”

“Yes?”

“Blood is a part of our body, right?”

“Yes.”

“Then in that case, it must be I who knows it best. Don’t you think so?”

“Uh…”

Yeoju nodded her head with hesitation.

“Blood is very important. You are right in that sense. But it will be made again when they are gone.”

Blood donation was still difficult even though they knew the fact that it would save the patient’s life.

‘I am just telling the story that I have always been told.’