Having checked Byeong-hui Jang's condition, the doctor put a number of questions to him.

"For now there appears to be nothing seriously wrong. No bleeding was found on the CT either. There's a little external injury, but if he rests and is treated it should settle quickly."

"Thank you."

Jung-seo Kim thanked the doctor.

"Still, just in case, watch him closely and press the button above his head at once if anything is wrong."

The attending doctor glanced back at Seong-ho Kim, sitting on the sofa.

And he bowed his head and left the room with the nurse who had come in with him.

"Brother. It really is a mercy. I thought you were going to die."

"What happened? How am I here?"

"I brought you here. I thought Ilhyeon Hospital would be better."

"Better it would be, but…"

Byeong-hui Jang glanced at Seong-ho Kim, sitting on the sofa.

And he said in a low voice to Jung-seo Kim, standing beside the bed,

"Never mind that — why is Vice-Chairman Kim… here?"

"That's…"

"Driver Kim."

When Jung-seo Kim, at a loss, let his words trail off, Seong-ho Kim spoke from the sofa.

"I'll do it."

Hearing him, Jung-seo Kim was inwardly relieved.

Because it seemed to him far better for Seong-ho Kim to say it than to have to say it himself.

At his word Jung-seo Kim stepped back, and Byeong-hui Jang, lying in the bed, looked at Seong-ho Kim with startled eyes.

"Mr. Jang. You seem to know who I am, so I won't introduce myself. And I won't explain how you came to be here either. A man able enough to skim my brother's money won't fail to grasp a situation."

Seong-ho Kim spoke as he walked slowly to the bed.

"You won't get out of Mun-jong Lee's hands."

"What do you mean by that? Why would he—"

Byeong-hui Jang, about to ask why he should be killed, couldn't get the words out.

Because nobody knew better than Byeong-hui Jang himself why Mun-jong Lee wanted him dead.

Seong-ho Kim let out a short laugh at the sight of…