God of Blackfield

Chapter 80.2: Let’s Pinpoint Things One by One (1)

It was almost midnight by the time Kang Chan had come home. He had left his bloody jacket to Seok Kang-Ho.

“Is that you, Channy?”

When Kang Chan opened the front door of the apartment, Yoo Hye-Sook walked toward him. She looked worried.

“Huh? You haven’t slept yet, mother?” Kang Chan asked back.

“Yeah. Your dad isn’t feeling well.”

“He isn’t?”

“He’s taken medicine and is sleeping now, but his neck and back are apparently in a really bad condition. He told me he’ll go to the hospital tomorrow, but he can’t sleep deeply and he also keeps having sleep paralysis. Was he alright while he was with you?”

“Ah! Yes. He was fine earlier.”

Kang Chan roughly prevaricated his answer, hurriedly changed, then went out to the living room. Yoo Hye-Sook was sitting on the sofa.

“Please don’t worry too much. Let’s take him to the hospital tomorrow,” said Kang Chan.

“Okay, Channy.”

Yoo Hye-Sook looked at Kang Chan. She seemed drained.

“Right, I got a lot of calls today. People said that a horrible video about a knife fight or something has been uploaded, and they were asking if that was you in the video. Do you know what that’s about?” Yoo Hye-Sook asked.

“I did hear about that. I heard it for a movie promotion. Haven’t you watched it?”

“I can’t watch things like that,” Yoo Hye-Sook shuddered.

“I thought about calling you a few times, but I didn’t since there was no way you would do that. I was worried that I’d just distract you from work as well with something pointless. Right! You must be tired. Go to your room and rest.”

“Not at all! I feel good because I’m with you.”

Kang Chan thought Yoo Hye-Sook’s worries were melting away, little by little.

“Do you want to eat something?” Yoo Hye-Sook asked afterward.

“I had patbingsu not long ago.”

Kang Chan stroked Yoo Hye-Sook’s back…

“Are you home, Channy?”

They heard Kang Dae-Kyung’s voice coming from the room. Kang Chan got up, and Yoo Hye-Sook followed after him.

“Father. I didn’t greet you because you were sleeping. Are you feeling really sick?”

“My body’s aching all over,” Kang Dae-Kyung said.

When Kang Chan went toward him, Kang Dae-Kyung raised his upper body from the bed with a frown.

“Please stay lying down,” said Kang Chan.

“Your mom wasn’t next to me, so loneliness woke me up.”

“Honey.”

While Yoo Hye-Sook was anxiously walking toward him, Kang Dae-Kyung examined Kang Chan’s condition.

‘You’re okay, right?’?Kang Dae-Kyung seemed to be asking with his eyes. Kang Chan subtly nodded.

“I’m going to be able to sleep soundly now,” Kang Dae-Kyung smiled while exhaling deeply.

“Honey, you teased me last time that I’m a fool for our son, yet you’re acting like this now?”

“What’s wrong with that? Am I not allowed to like our son?”

“You actually regained your energy because Channy came home,” Yoo Hye-Sook didn’t look like she disliked Kang Dae-Kyung’s behavior.

“You took the medicine, right?” Kang Chan asked Kang Dae-Kyung.

“Yes. You must be tired, so get some rest. Are you going out tomorrow as well?”

“I’ll have to see if they ask me to. What about you?”

“I’m not. It’s Saturday tomorrow.”

It was Saturday already? The week had flown by.

They talked for about twenty more minutes, then Kang Dae-Kyung lay down again. Yoo Hye-Sook looked much less worried, so Kang Chan went into his room while feeling at least a little bit comfortable.

Kang Chan was about to sleep when he received a text.

[There’s a rumor that the video was a promotion for a movie. You’re okay, right?]

The text was from Michelle. It didn’t sit right with him that he made her worried even though he was already in his home’s comfort, so he pressed the call button.

- Channy!

“I’m already home. I couldn’t contact you right away because my father isn’t feeling well.”

- Are you okay? I don’t have to worry about you, do I?

“Yeah. Did you worry a lot?”

- I was afraid that you’ve gotten hurt or that something had gone wrong.

Kang Chan never imagined that she would be on the verge of tears.

“I’m okay now. I’m sorry for making you worried.”

- No, I’m fine. And thanks for being honest with me. I’ll tell you the location of my workroom and give you my keys next time, so use it whenever you need it.

“Thanks.”

What use would he have for that? He still gave a polite answer for Michelle’s sake though, who was on the verge of tears.

“Cheer up and go to sleep.”

- I’ll do that. You get a good rest as well.

Kang Chan plopped down onto his bed after putting his phone on the table. He wasn’t going to Africa for now. He could’ve been cowardly putting only half of his foot in this life to keep the door open for him to go to Africa, like what Seok Kang-Ho had said.

He looked at the ceiling.

“From now on, I’m you. If I keep pulling out, then I could lose not only the two people in the master bedroom but also the others that are precious to me. Starting tomorrow… No, starting now, I’m going to live as the true Kang Chan. I want you to understand that,” Kang Chan told the previous owner of his current body.

Kang Chan almost lost Kang Dae-Kyung, a person who couldn’t even comfortably lie down until he came home. He felt sorry.

Those fucking bastards tried to kill someone like that. I’ll make them regret it to their graves. Everything that I’m about to do, those fuckers asked for it.

Kang Chan made up his mind and fell asleep.

***

Kang Chan woke up early in the morning, but he skipped his morning run because he was worried that the bandages on his arm would get sweaty. He just did a simple workout, which consisted of pushups and several other exercises, then showered. He didn’t remove the bandages on his arm.

“How’s father doing?” Kang Chan asked Yoo Hye-Sook afterward.

“He’s can’t move his neck properly. He also told me his back hurts.”

Yoo Hye-Sook seemed scared. Kang Chan went into the master bedroom.

“You’re awake?” Kang Dae-Kyung asked Kang Chan. His face was swollen.

“Please have breakfast. Let’s go to the hospital after,” Kang Chan told Kang Dae-Kyung.

“I should do that, shouldn’t I?”

“I think it’s a good idea.”

Kang Dae-Kyung appeared willing to do that.

While Yoo Hye-Sook was making porridge, Kang Chan made omelets.

“Honey!”

They heard Kang Dae-Kyung’s voice from the master bedroom.

“What’s wrong? Is the pain too much?” Yoo Hye-Sook asked as she urgently ran over. Kang Chan followed behind her.

“Are you making porridge by any chance?” Kang Dae-Kyung asked Yoo Hye-Sook.

“Yes, I’m making rice porridge. Why? Is there a specific type of porridge that you want to eat?”

“I’m going to have an omelet, so don’t make porridge.”

“Why are you acting like a child?”

“I’m hungry.”

Kang Chan burst out with laughter in front of Yoo Hye-Sook, who was side-eyeing Kang Dae-Kyung.

“Please have omelets—I’ll quickly make another one. Let’s have breakfast together in the master bedroom. Omelets don’t need side dishes anyway,” Kang Chan said.

Yoo Hye-Sook seemed relieved despite her grumbling.

In the end, they all had omelets.

“I’ll just get ready, so wait for a bit. I’ll be quick,” Yoo Hye-Sook said.

Kang Chan knew that she was going to say that she was going with them, so he went into his room and called Yoo Hun-Woo. He then went out into the living room and found Kang Dae-Kyung sitting in an uncomfortable position on the sofa. Kang Dae-Kyung slowly turned his upper body.

“I contacted the hospital so that mother wouldn’t be surprised,” Kang Chan told Kang Dae-Kyung.

“Good job. I’ll be okay, right?”

“Please take this opportunity to rest for a few days in the hospital. It should be good for you.”

“Alright.”

Kang Chan thought about borrowing a car from Seok Kang-Ho but shook his head. He didn’t want to surprise Kang Dae-Kyung by driving now. When Yoo Hye-Sook was done getting ready, they slowly got out of the front door of their apartment.

“Why are there a lot of those kinds of people so early in the morning?” Yoo Hye-Sook complained while looking at the employees of Yoo Bi-Corp.

“I like how strong they look,” Kang Dae-Kyung commented.

“Honey! What’s good about having scary-looking people like that in front of our house? Isn’t the security office going to do something about this?”

They arrived at the entrance of the apartment, then got in a taxi.

Yoo Hun-Woo sneakily diagnosed Kang Dae-Kyung with body aches caused by overworking, then opined that it would be good for him to be hospitalized for a few days.

“There’s nothing wrong with the test results.” Yoo Hun-Woo revealed the truth when Yoo Hye-Sook left the examination room to go through the arrangements for hospitalization. “You’re suffering the usual ill effects of a car accident, but it’s better for you to be hospitalized and rest for a few days instead of staying at home just to be safe,”

Kang Chan moved Kang Dae-Kyung to the patient room. Afterward, he returned to Yoo Hun-Woo again.

“Let’s see your injuries,” Yoo Hun-Woo said.

There were times when this gentleman looked like he was feeling pleasure when he was ripping bandages off Kang Chan’s wound.

“Hmm, you won’t need to bandage your arm anymore since it’s healed this much,” Yoo Hun-Woo commented.

Kang Chan didn’t know the condition of his injury, but it looked ugly right now.

“Let’s just bandage it. It looks ugly,” Kang Chan suggested.

“I don’t recommend it since we’re in summer, but sure, let’s have it bandaged up for a few more days. Feel free to remove the bandages, but please don’t do excessive workouts yet.”

Yoo Hun-Woo applied medication to it, then skillfully wrapped the bandages around Kang Chan’s arm.

“I can’t believe an injury so severe your bone was showing has healed this much within a few days. What’s your blood type?” Yoo Hun-Woo asked afterward.

What’s he saying now?

“I’m only asking because I want to transfuse your blood to a critically ill patient. If even a portion of your healing ability gets passed on to them, then I’m hoping that would save their life.”

In the past, Yoo Hun-Woo had said that he was going to take his organs out and sell them, but now he was looking for an opportunity to have his blood like a vampire. Yoo Hun-Woo stared at Kang Chan, then said, “I saw the video yesterday.”

Kang Chan couldn’t give any excuses since he came to this hospital.

“Even though I knew you were safe, I thought I was going to have a heart attack while I was watching it,” Yoo Hun-Woo looked like he was sincerely concerned about him.

“It seems seeing you fight yesterday has shocked your father. An average person would get traumatized if we just leave them alone in that state. Seeing violence, blood, or knives would be enough for them to get cold sweat, so you should be careful about those things while he’s at the hospital,” Yoo Hun-Woo continued.

Kang Chan thought he should just take some of his blood out and give it to Yoo Hun-Woo.