Chapter 89: ...means the world
"It’s the will of the patient," Hyun-woo said. "If the patient feels like they have nothing to live for, they could simply give up on living, and though many fall into a coma for a long time, leading to being in a vegetative state, others die from there."
"So, you’re saying the reason Jo-Pil isn’t waking up might be because he doesn’t want to?" Ki-hoon asked, and I could feel the irritation in his tone.
Oh no, don’t misunderstand. It’s not that I don’t want to wake up. I’m just not here yet.
I mean, I never wanted to come back, which is exactly the same thing Hyun-woo said. I assure you my soul didn’t leave my body out of my own volition.
"That’s correct,"
"And why would Hyung do that?" Min-Cheol asked, folding his arms. "Why would Hyung not want to wake up? We never treated him badly. We did everything good and nice for him. He eats a lot and... And..." His words began to falter as he could not think of anything else he had done for me, but then he came up with one and yelled out, "And we even gave him lots of money because he said he likes money a lot."
I feel like that last statement got Hyun-woo, the real money lover, angry because they would certainly not do the same for him even though he was working his ass off.
He was so shameless. I was sure the money they paid him was way more than what they paid me, but nothing ever seems enough for him.
But... He let it go and sighed, relieving his headache.
"Did Hwang Jo-Pil ever tell you that he was happy to be here?" Hyun-woo asked.
"Of course," They both answered in unison with their chest out in full confidence.