The words spoken by the old fart no longer had any effect on me. I shouldn't have made it easy for him to approach me after all the pain he had caused.
I pushed him away and slammed the door in his face, then I didn't know if he immediately returned to his house and met his lover, or waited outside for a long time before finally giving up.
I didn't care.
Today is the first day I'm back in school, returning to the real world after struggling with endless drama for so long. Though I was reluctant to go, I'd promised myself to complete my education until I truly become a doctor.
It wasn't really my dream, but my father's wish. He thought it would be better if I became like him, treating patients so I could feel happy when I successfully cured them. But what if I didn't?
