The attachment platoon each held a makeshift oar in their hand and climbed onto the makeshift raft.
Fortunately, it wasn't heavy and floated on the sea.
In a jiffy.
At that time, Director Park Hyeong-jin personally stepped forward.
I jumped into the beach out of nowhere.
with a splash!
Director Park Hyeong-jin raised his hand with a bright smile.
"I'll push you. You'll be pushed out by the waves."
I stared blankly at Director Park Hyeong-jin, who was pushing the raft toward the sea while sweating profusely.
He was wearing a fairly neat suit.
Now it was all covered in dirt.
"hmm."
Well, if you receive a favor, shouldn't you repay it?
If you plan on using it often in the future, if you plan on collaborating, you'll need a service like this.
I pressed the mouse.
Click.
"hmm?"
At first glance, Director Park Hyeong-jin seemed to be in good health.
When the shirt got soaked with water, it stuck to his body and his muscles were clearly visible.
It seems like he takes care of his health and exercises separately even in normal times.
So it was closer to blue, which means the whole body is healthy.
however...
Twinkle twinkle.
Just like Chairman Joo Hwan-ki, red was shining from the side of his head.
I swallowed dry saliva.
"Brain... tumor?"
I swallowed the saliva.
A brain tumor at such a young age.
If you hadn't met me, it would have been a vast area where it wouldn't have been strange if you died at any time.
"huh?"
Looking closely, it's not the center of the brain.
Chairman Joo Hwan-ki said that if the middle part of the brain was red, this is slightly different.
The entire top of the head, centered around the crown of the head, is red, not the brain.
"...What is this?"
A status window suddenly appeared before my eyes.
iced coffee...
Hot tears flowed from my eyes.
***
Averick walked behind the raft.
Thud thud.
"Attention!"
Director Park Hyeong-jin, who was pushing the raft, raised his head.
"Huh? Why are you doing that?"
Aberrick pointed to Director Park Hyung-jin's head.
"Precious! Pain! Treatment! Needed!"
"yes---?"
Director Park Hyeong-jin's face turned red.
But Averick looked at it persistently.
"Wounds! Hair loss! Treatment! Now! Possible!"
Director Park Hyeong-jin's face trembled. The wig I'm wearing now is one that I made myself for millions of won.
It would be so natural that you'd never know if I didn't say it first...??
"...did you know it was a wig?"
"affirmation!"
Director Park Hyeong-jin was confused, but he pulled himself together.
The other person is someone that President Joo Yong-ho takes special care of.
That means he is not an ordinary person.
If so, then treatment might indeed be possible.
Well, I can tell the wig at a glance...
A small hope began to burn in Director Park Hyeong-jin's heart.
"... You say it can be treated...? Hair loss...? This isn't just genetic hair loss, it's caused by head trauma..."
"Yes! Yes!"
Indeed, this is a world where gates and hunters appear.
I could accept the fact that there was a doll that would make my own hair right away.
"...Then how..."
Averick suddenly stretched out both hands.
"?"
Director Park Hyeong-jin blinked.
The moment Aberric reached out, I thought something like white light would pour out.
When you watch fantasy movies, you often see white light coming out of your hand and enveloping your entire body, an
d you even hear a whooshing sound effect.
But there was nothing.
Averick put his hand down again with a -_- expression.
A slightly arrogant expression.
Director Park Hyeong-jin hesitated for a moment and then asked cautiously.
"...Are you really treating me just now?"
Aberrick nodded in response to Director Park Hyeong-jin's question.
"Treatment! Success!"
Director Park Hyeong-jin was startled.
"yes?"
It was a scar that followed me my whole life.
I visited all the famous doctors in the country.
But they all failed.
I was told that it wasn't just a failure, but that it was something that could never be fixed.
I couldn't even get a hair transplant because I was afraid that if I planted it wrong, it could touch an injured nerve.
But the treatment was successful? Of course I couldn't believe it.
"Chi, was the treatment successful?"
"Cure! Impossible!"
"Ah... As expected..."
Director Park Hyeong-jin became gloomy. It's something I already knew.
Now that I had a little hope springing up, hearing that again made me feel depressed.
But then that little hope flared up again.
"Revisit! Necessary!"
'...A return visit?"
"Cure rate! 30%!"
"yes---?"
"70%! Treatment! Needed! Revisit!"
Director Park Hyeong-jin blinked his eyes with a blank expression.
I was so overwhelmed with information that I couldn't even think straight. Director Park Hyeong-jin has now organized what he has understood step by step.
-There was progress in the treatment and the current cure rate is 30%.
-If you want to cure the remaining 70%, come back again next time.
Director Park Hyeong-jin, who had finished organizing, asked slowly.
"...If I come back again, will I be able to recover?"
Aberrick shouted proudly.
"Revisit! Completely cured!"
Just as Director Park Hyeong-jin was about to say something.
Shudder.
"...uh?"
Director Park Hyeong-jin lifted his wig without realizing it.
Again.
The soft, exposed hair was reflected in the sunset.
Director Park Hyeong-jin reached out with a trembling hand and touched Jeong Su-ri.
Rustle.
"uh...!"
I felt it.
In that place that was shinier than the bonnet of a freshly washed car.
In that place where there was nothing, like a dry desert.
A very small, bumpy sprout has grown.