Episode 209
“I’m here.”
“It must have been a lot of trouble for my son to co. Didn’t the car stop?”
“These days, a car drives instead. What?”
As Jinseong crossed to the window, her mother turned bright. The sanatorium, where all guest rooms were built for single occupancy, seed to be a new building built through an extension not long ago.
< Hayong Grace Noble Classico >. The best premium senior nursing ho in Korea, following the genealogy of European-style premium silver residences.
It is known as a place where < Halong Pharmaceuticals >, a leading dostic pharmaceutical company, completed construction through its affiliate < Halong Industry >, and < Halong Industry > directly manages everything from one to the other.
It was a characteristic of general national and public nursing hos to operate consigned to a religious foundation or social welfare institution, but this place could be said to be a VVIP nursing ho with high-quality premium services and systematic managent care for the top 1 percent.
Of course, the accompanying costs were also formidable.
This place boasts an enormous size that rivals that of a university campus in terms of land area alone, and it is a place where 24-hour resident nursing staff and specialized hospitals are linked to provide intensive care for the mbers entering the hospital.
In addition to specialized dical and rehabilitation services, it is no exaggeration to say that < Ha-Ryong Grace Noble Classico > is a 5-star hotel, including smart ho caras and air purification systems that operate 365 days a year, various auxiliary facilities and convenience services for visitors, various programs, and cultural life. It was not.
The fact that designated caregivers work in each building to provide one-on-one customized services between visitors and mbers is another reason why this place is considered the best senior care center in Korea.
That’s why even though my father moved rooms, the nursing care workers in the lobby of the new building had to be old friends, and Jinseong was able to hand over gifts and greetings without difficulty.
Of course, it was unavoidable for a human being to include a small request from Jinseong that he would take better care of his father.
“How are you today? My mom rarely went to Tong Seoul, so I couldn’t see her even once while my son was living.”
“What are you doing in a noisy place? What’s hard about mom? I can co down.”
“Still, I want to see how my son lives. Did you do your hair?”
“huh. how is it? Are you okay? Mothers and sons say that one thing is aweso.”
“Nice. our son Can I marry you?”
“What is Jangga? There must be a woman to et.”
As Jinseong shook his head and trembled, his mother smiled. Even if he said that, he was a very sorry son.
It wasn’t that long ago that I took my father to a top-notch senior nursing ho that costs hundreds to tens of millions of won per month, but it is an undeniable fact that it was entirely decided and progressed by Jinseong.
Moreover, considering that even the cost ca from Jinseong, it was inevitable that the son, who was only twenty-two years old, had beco an old man like a middle-aged man in his forties.
If you put it well, you’ve grown up early, and if you put it badly, you know society at an early age.
No matter how much he played the role of the head of the family after his father collapsed, Jinseong at the age of 22 must have been very young.
As a parent, it was heartbreaking to see a son who had to run for his dreams and experience this and that for what he wanted to do, supporting the family like a beam since high school.
If you think about it, Jinseong has always been like that, and it hasn’t changed until now.
The fact that he brought his father to the Gunpo City Nursing Ho with governnt support and a relatively low fee, that he took the place of his mother who suffered from hyperthyroidism, and that he had Jin-hoon, a middle school student, go to school without any noticeable puberty. .
After school, I finished the chicken restaurant kitchen, my body was greasy, I delivered breakfast to office workers, fought a war with security guards, and worked at a convenience store PC room, a large discount mart, a raw fish restaurant, and a part-ti bar. The days when I open the front door and co in.
When such Jin-seong cos ho, the sound of her mother’s crying fills the cavity of the black living room, and Jin-seong has to silently protect her mother from outside the door, who prays to kill her while kneeling by the bedside.
It was also because the mother had done too much work in place of the fallen father.
Thyroid disease, in which hormones run wild, gnaws at people’s immunity and makes people suffer, even though they have to take dicine for the rest of their lives.
Nevertheless, it would not be an exaggeration to say that my mother, who had been working tirelessly to earn money, had no health in her spine, joints, arms, hands, shoulders, knees, legs, and toes.
If such a mother was tired of suffering and could not even pray, only sobbing like an animal, Jin-seong had to listen to her mother’s help until the day dawned and massage the limbs that the spine was pressing on the nerves.
It wasn’t until later that I found out it was spinal stenosis.
Even if he knew that, his life would not have changed and Jin-seong still had to endure each day.
Afterwards, Jin-seong, who recklessly went to Seoul, left only one word for Jin-hoon to protect his mother and house, and spent more than 20 hours a day working without any machines.
The dreams, the future, and the hopes of the future were other people’s stories.
It’s just fortunate that the eldest son had a strong body, and I heard that he made a lot of money doing so kind of internet broadcasting.
Considering that Jinseong’s life was never a human life, the ti the eldest son lived was difficult even for his mother to fathom.
“Dad, good luck today. You must have been in a good mood.”
“Here’s your eldest son.”
“Jinseong. My father’s eldest son, Ma Jin-seong.”
“I ca too late. I was just saying that I was coming. right?”
“…”
Jinseong held his hand as he looked at his father, who was silently staring into space. My father, who collapsed one day, hasn’t said anything since then.
Although he makes a noise when he is eating, it is not easy to catch the doctor, as is usually the case with patients suffering from severe dentia.
However, the fact that the limbs are still intact and communication is possible through a few sensory exchanges, albeit vaguely, can be said to be better than the families of patients who have lost consciousness and are extending life without a promise.
Needless to say, Jinseong minimized the burden on his family by taking responsibility for everything else.
“Ti flies. I have to get up soon.”
“Are you leaving already? Eat and go.”
“It was okay because I saw my father’s face. It’s okay to eat a little before coming.”
When Mother turned her head and said, Jinseong waved her hand as if not to be concerned. It hadn’t been long, but it seed that the sun was about to set.
It wasn’t the ti zone to stop going up because it was still before the weekend, but nonetheless, Jinseong urged his feet because there was a reason for it.
[Notice: The countdown of the Ovo system begins.]
[Remaining ti: 114 hours 39 minutes 07 seconds…]
[Notice: The countdown to the final goal of player Damian begins.]
[The final goal: Advent of the Demon King]
[Remaining ti: 84979 hours 39 minutes 07 seconds…]
Jin-sung’s steps to this nursing ho while trying to ignore the system window that appeared in front of his eyes was actually not such a simple decision as it sounds. .
Considering his ti-limited life, which lasted only about three days and about a week after he had already closed the connection once, it was almost as if he had blown up more than a third of the ti.
“If I hadn’t piled up things I had to deal with right away, I would just go to bed. Maybe it’s good because my son is busy with construction these days, so he can’t make ti for it.”
“It’s fine as long as things go well, but the mother is worried that her son’s health will deteriorate.”
“You don’t have to worry about , so take care of your mother. Jin-hoon, is he good to his mother?”
“Good job, good job. Mom took good care of her son. I envy all of my mom’s friends around for doing well.”
“That’s all right. If that bastard upsets you, call right away. Because I won’t leave you alone.”
“Anyway, do your best. When will you co next ti, son?”
“Even if I can’t, I should co once a month.”
While Jinseong wrapped his father’s hand with both hands while talking, Jinhun ca up. Seeing that he put the fruit set he ordered through room service into his mouth, it seed that he was hungry after bringing the gift set.
The horse said that they co once a month, but Jin-seong and his family all know that it is not necessary to say that it is just a greeting.
And Jinseong turned his head from where he got up, letting go of the obscure misinformation system again, with this scenery in his eyes, not knowing when he would be able to see it again.
“Are you healthy until you see your father afterward…?”
Knock!
And his hand was gripped with a strong grip.
“honey? What’s wrong? Are you awake?”
As the calloused clumsy hand grabbed Jinseong’s hand, Mother stood up. Jin-hoon was also flustered.
It was rare for him to show such a reaction, so he was a quiet father who sotis doubted whether he was breathing or even conscious.
Moreover, it could be said that the father’s behavior, suffering from severe dentia, was that he did not recognize his family and even the people around him when he spoke to him even when he felt as if he had returned to consciousness.
“don’t go.”
“…father?”
“don’t go.”
At the sa ti, the fall of the father’s lips was unexpected for anyone in the family.
“die. Dangerous. don’t go. Don’t go.”
“Honey, what does that an? What’s wrong.”
“You can’t go. don’t go.”
As his father muttered without regard to the disapproval of the people around him, Jinseong’s body stiffened like a rock. My father’s eyes stared at him with an unfocused gaze, as if he were seeing a ghost.
Even if my mother asks as if to tell , even if Jin-hoon talks to while rubbing my father’s arm from the other side.
Jinseong could feel that his father’s hands were burning hot, unlike his bloodless pale face, as if he was trying to stop his son from walking into his limbs.
“don’t go.”
Before long, his father’s hand tightly gripped Jinseong.
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