Officer, may I ask, what is my wife's name?

  Park Tae-hyun hesitated for a moment, but he wasn't foolish enough to ask outright. He truly didn't know the real name of his "wife." In this era, few people use their real names on platforms like KakaoTalk or Talk.

  The greasy man cast a resentful glance at Park Tae-hyun: "Brother, this isn't fair. Didn't we agree to be each other's broken-winged angels?"

  Park Tae-hyun replied helplessly, "I'm just as surprised as you are."

  The greasy man lowered his head, sighed, and murmured, "The dumplings I made are delicious."

  "Let's go," came the cold command from Park Tae-hyun's 'wife', who had already turned and walked away.

  Park Tae-hyun had no choice but to follow.

  She drove a Porsche Cayenne, and he slid into the passenger seat.

  The situation was a little awkward.

  If the unfortunate Kim Min-woo had a normal family life, Park Tae-hyun wouldn't feel so out of place. He could've brushed off his memory gaps with an excuse like dizziness or amnesia.

  But his wife carried herself like an ice queen, clearly indifferent to his presence. Even after leaving the police station, she treated him as if it were a routine errand, like retrieving a lost pet.

  The woman started the car. Surprisingly, she was around Park Tae-hyun's age, younger than his original self.

  As the car merged onto the elevated road, she finally broke the silence: "Are you alright?"

  "I'm fine," Park Tae-hyun replied.

  Silence fell again.

  The woman's phone rang. She activated the hands-free mode, and a voice crackled through the car speakers: "Doctor Im, there's been a school bus accident on Seongbuk Middle Road. The injured are being brought to our hospital. The director wants you back urgently."

  Park Tae-hyun stiffened slightly.

  His wife was a doctor.

  Moreover, her surname was "Im."

  "I'll be right there," she said, hanging up. She exited the overpass and turned sharply toward the hospital.

  She drove straight into the parking lot of Gangdong District People's Hospital without asking if Park Tae-hyun needed to be dropped off elsewhere.

  Park Tae-hyun followed her into the hospital and onto the elevator. When she headed for the women's locker room, he sat down on a bench in the hallway.

  The first batch of accident victims arrived. One was critically injured, with five other children in severe condition.

  Watching his "wife" don a white coat and rush to treat the patients, Park Tae-hyun could only sit on the bench, lost in thought.

  It felt like watching a mother at work while her child waited idly by.

  But the hospital's antiseptic smell and stuffy air conditioning made him nostalgic for familiar surroundings.

  In the emergency room ahead, a girl lay in critical condition. The kindergarten bus accident had left several children screaming in pain on the operating table—a sight that tugged at Park Tae-hyun's heart.

  He pressed his lips together. In the past, he would've suited up and joined the rescue efforts. Once Tongmyeong's most renowned young surgeon, he was now reduced to a spectator.

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  The feeling was deeply uncomfortable, but he had to bear it. Gangdong District People's Hospital was the city's top medical facility; its staff could handle the situation.

  Soon, the next batch of children arrived with minor injuries requiring simple treatment.

  Traffic police guarded the floor's entrance, holding back emotional parents who'd been notified. Allowing them in now might disrupt the rescue efforts, so they were kept at bay for the time being.

  Park Tae-hyun stood up, walked to the corridor's innermost window, rolled it down, and took out a cigarette. Both he and Kim Min-woo were smokers, so the gesture felt natural.

  "Uncle, no smoking in the hospital," a crisp voice chided from behind.

  Park Tae-hyun turned to see a little girl in a lily skirt, her face scrunched in disapproval.

  Embarrassed, he pocketed the cigarette. It was humiliating to be lectured by a child on public decency.

  Bending down, he asked, "Aren't you cold in such light clothing, little one?"

  The girl, with her delicate features and rosy cheeks, shook her head. "Uncle, you can't smoke in the hospital."

  "I understand," Park Tae-hyun nodded.

  "Are you alright?" he asked again.

  "I'm fine, but the other kids are hurt and in pain."

  The girl turned to comfort her classmates, her small frame moving from one crying child to another. Most tears weren't from agony but contagion—one child's wails sparking a chorus of sobs.

  Nurses treated wounds while soothing the children.

  The parents who were temporarily stopped by the traffic police outside kept making noise and cursing.

  In conclusion,

  This floor gives people a messy feeling.

  "Then you are fortunate," Park Tae-hyun exclaimed. The little girl didn't have a single scar on her body.

  "Well, I sit in the last row, so it's okay," the little girl nodded, and then took the initiative to run over to comfort her classmates, looking here and there, encouraging and comforting them.

  She is a very sensible and strong child.

  Park Tae-hyun turned around and subconsciously took out the cigarette again, but after thinking about it, he put it back.

  When he walked back to the bench and sat down, three nurses and two doctors came out of the emergency room in front.

  There is a male doctor and a female doctor; the female doctor is his wife.

  "It's okay, we tried our best," the male doctor said as he reached out to put his hand on Park Tae-hyun's wife's shoulder to comfort her.

  As a husband,

  Park Tae-hyun is sitting here.

  But he didn't mind the scene...

  The treacherous Kim Min-woo left himself with such a complicated pit. He was a live-in son-in-law, a sister-in-law with a nasty temper, and a mother-in-law and father-in-law with obviously bad tempers.

  Park Tae-hyun wished that his wife would cheat on him, kick him out, and divorce him so that he could be alone.

  Anyone who has just come back from the dead and entered a new body would be too lazy to bother with the life of a modern urban son-in-law, right?

  However, what surprised Park Tae-hyun was that his wife actually stretched out her hand to block the doctor's hand and pointed at him and said:

  "This is my husband."

  There was no tenderness or sweetness in the words; they were simple and stiff, as if she were saying: This is the Husky I raise at home.

  "Oh, hello, sir," the male doctor said, looking a little embarrassed. No matter what, he always felt a little unconfident about flirting with someone else's wife in front of her.

  Park Tae-hyun smiled as a greeting. It seemed that his wife was very faithful to her husband... But he couldn't be happy at all. It wasn't because of his cuckold complex.

  It's just pure, it would be nice if life were simpler.

  "I'll go over there and take a look. The other children have been treated and should be fine. You and your husband should go back and rest early," the male doctor said and walked away.

  Doctor Im sat down on the bench next to Park Tae-hyun. She took off her mask and gloves and threw them on the ground.

  Park Tae-hyun saw that her eyes were a little red and she was biting her lips with her pearly teeth. It was obvious that she was in a bad mood, which meant that the seriously injured child could not be saved.

  This look is very pitiful.

  Park Tae-hyun understood Kim Min-woo a little in his heart. This son-in-law at least earned much more than his other sons in the same industry, and that was on the premise that his father-in-law's family was better off than his own. And then, this Doctor Im was really good-looking.

  "Don't take it personally. You'll have to go through a lot more in the future. Just seek peace of mind."

  Park Tae-hyun, as a person who had experienced it, comforted her by saying that he had much more experience than his "wife" and naturally had a much stronger psychological endurance.

  "Shut up."

  The woman replied with these two words. If Park Tae-hyun had said this from his original identity as a senior, it would indeed be termed as 'Advice'.

  But Park Tae-hyun is Kim Min-woo now, and with his image, it is just nonsense for him to say such things to Doctor Im.

  "......" Park Tae-hyun shrugged his shoulders and once again despised Kim Min-woo in his heart.

  Look how cowardly you are.

  How can she just tell you to shut up in public?

  Doctor Im's eyes were red, and she stood up slowly: "I'm going to change clothes, then we can go home."

  "Okay," Park Tae-hyun nodded.

  At this time, two nurses pulled open the curtain of the emergency room, revealing a bed inside. On the bed was a small body covered with a white cloth.

  Park Tae-hyun caught a glimpse of the edge of a blue lily-white skirt peeking out from beneath a white cloth, and his mind suddenly buzzed as he realized.

  The little girl he had just seen, who was unharmed, and out comforting her classmates.

  She’s not human!