At this time, a sturdy man with white hair walked into a hospital in Seoul. His huge size didn’t look like it belonged to an old man. The scar that crossed his left eye created an unusual atmosphere. His name was Park Muyeol. He was Chuntaek’s friend for 40 years.

“Is this the place where Chuntaek was examined?”

He coughed once as he grabbed a passing nurse. “Where is the place for a physical examination...”

"Kyaaak! I-I’m sorry!”

“......”

‘I’m not that scary a person.’

What could he do when he was born like this? He was only at the hospital for a short time but he was seriously considering plastic surgery.

‘No, I can’t. This is a wound of glory.’

No matter what anyone said, this wound was something he was proud of. It was like a medal for distinguished national merit. Ironically, this was the only medium that could remind himself of his young self. Just then, a gentle voice was heard from behind him. “Grandfather, what are you looking for?” 

He looked back and saw a quite beautiful nurse...