Epilogue

Although they did not hide it, no announcement was made that Wasan would go back to living with Dr. Gunn like before. The only person who knew was Lieutenant Kong, who had the special ability to investigate who picked up Gunn from prison. Police Captain Arsha walked with heavy steps towards Deputy Superintendent Wasan, who was busy with a huge stack of files.

"Agent," Kong called Wasan in a stern voice. If other police officers used this tone with Wasan, Wasan would probably scold them. However, given the special relationship between Kong and Wasan, the deputy superintendent only looked up and smiled slightly.

"I know what you want to talk about," Wasan leaned back in the chair and crossed his legs.

"Why did you do this, delegate?" As someone who ran around searching for evidence about Tao until he almost lost his life, when he found out that Wasan was in a relationship with Gunn again, Kong almost fell to his knees. The young police captain nearly ripped his hair out in frustration, aside from the fact that his hair wasn't long enough to pull out. "I howled so much like a dog that I almost lost my voice. Why are you with Dr. Gunn again? I thought you had already let go since you never went to visit him even once in the last eight years."

"Let me invite Captain Kong, you and Tum to Gunn's house tonight to eat the food he is going to cook," Wasan suddenly changed the subject. Kong, who couldn't help the change, couldn't adjust his emotions. "Gunn has a plan to open a small coffee shop to earn a living. Right now, he is practicing how to make drinks and many different dishes. If you don't mind, let's all four of us celebrate together like before."

Kong swallowed, "Will Gunn poison my food?"

Wasan rubbed his chin, looking thoughtful, "The new rule between Gunn and me is that he has to inform me of everything he does. He didn't report poisoning you, so you should be fine."

"I still don't trust him."

"Are you afraid of Gunn?"

"To be honest, that's how it is," Kong sighed. "The relationship between Gunn and the police officer who tried to imprison him cannot be good."

"You can rest assured that Gunn is no longer scary." Wasan's piercing eyes looked at the other policeman's face. His eyes were different than before and I couldn't tell how. This gave Kong goosebumps for no reason.

It wasn't just Kong who was nervous about meeting and eating at the same table with Gunn. Tum, the nurse, was also tense. Gunn in Tum's memory was someone terrifying. Coupled with his criminal record, Tum figured he would meet a former doctor who was now much scarier. But not. The image they both saw was that of a tall man in a white shirt, who had a blue apron over him, carrying a plate of Caesar salad to serve on the table. Kong was also equally stunned. It seemed that the prison had completely changed the mighty Gunn. What was left now was just a kind housekeeper.

"Can you get us glasses for water, honey? I'll have cold water." Wasan turned to speak to Gunn.

The man in the apron nodded obediently, "Doesn't anyone here want cold water?"

"I'll just drink room temperature water," Kong replied. His eyes followed Gunn, who was walking back to the refrigerator, as if he couldn't believe his eyes. "Are you really Dr. Gunn?"

Tum slammed his hand on Kong's arm, "How can you ask that!?"

"Yes, I am Gunn, the person who was imprisoned for killing Dr. Somsak." Gunn returned with a tray with four glasses of water. He sat on the chair next to Wasan and served the fresh homemade pasta and cream sauce he made for everyone. "And I'm not a doctor anymore. You don't need to call me doctor anymore."

Kong looked at the food in front of him with a feeling of paranoia, but when he saw Wasan eating it without anything happening to him, he decided to give it a try. After eating it, he concentrated on observing his own abnormalities in case he experienced convulsions or his saliva foamed at the mouth due to the poison. In any case, the taste of the pasta Gunn cooked was not bad at all.

"I think the flavor has to be more intense." Wasan criticized the food with Gunn. "If it tastes too much like foreign food, local people won't like it. Can you try making Tom Yum cream sauce?"

"I'll try it next time," Gunn replied and smiled widely. The look he gave Wasan was one of love and respect from the bottom of his heart, like a big puppy who has no heart left for anyone but his owner.

After everyone was happily satisfied with the main course, it was time to drink beer and chat. Kong and Tum seemed more relaxed after being tense for a long time. When they discovered that Gunn had removed all of his fangs and claws, Kong began to regain his courage and ask the question that had been on his mind: "You're not mad at me for scolding you and chasing you like a stray dog back then, are you?" ?"

Gunn shook his head, "No, I'm not angry with you and I have no right to be angry with you. I deserved it."

"You didn't just kill Dr. Somsak," Kong said in a more serious tone. "Everything Tao wrote was true. We just weren't good enough to make you pay for everything, right?"

Tum grabbed Kong's leg and squeezed it tightly, "KONG!"

"This is why I can't be friends with you again and I'm not happy that you chose to return to Wasan. If I were you, I wouldn't even dare get involved in the life of the person you've hurt before." "

"You're wrong, the person who chose him again was me," Wasan responded to Kong without changes in expression and tone.

"But you have the right to refuse, Mr. Gunn," Kong continued attacking Gunn. "You knew very well what you did."

Gunn looked down without saying anything while Wasan responded instead, "I thought about it carefully. If you can't accept it, it's your business. I trust my own decision."

"Delegate, why would you bring him back into your life?"

"Because he can fill what I lack," hearing from the surface, this sounded like a normal reason for lovers to be together, but no one knew that Wasan really meant what he mentioned. "You don't have to be friends with Gunn if it's uncomfortable for you. I invited you today to tell you that Gunn can be the one by my side because it was my decision."

The atmosphere of the night died after the exchange between the two police officers. Kong apologized at 8 pm when the four of them used to drink and talk late into the night. When Kong and Tum's car left the front of the house, Gunn went to hug Wasan from behind and murmured, "I have really tarnished your reputation."

"Don't say that again," Wasan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. "It's good for Kong to see the two of us together clearly, so that his curiosity can work less. I don't want to answer his questions every day."

"Good." Gunn rests his chin on Wasan's shoulder.

"Should we go take a shower?" Wasan asked the man behind him. Gunn smiled broadly.

"Right now I've become an expert at showering with other people," Gunn said next to Wasan's ear. "Taking a shower in prison with ice water and seeing other inmates' 'things' when I didn't even want to see them."

"Does this mean you're no longer excited about taking a shower with me?"

"Not at all. It excites me even more because no matter how many hundreds of naked men I've seen, the only person who gets naked in front of me and makes me feel things down here..." Gunn grabbed Wasan's hand and pressed it in his own pants, "...it's you."

Another person Gunn most wanted to apologize to was Dr. Somsak's daughter, the medical examiner who traveled a long way to seek the truth about her father. Gunn carried a huge bouquet of flowers and entered the Forensic Department. Dr. Supapohn was sitting in the desk chair waiting for him with Em, her husband, behind her. Gunn took a deep breath to gather his courage and walked towards the two of them politely. Rin looked at Gunn with an expression that was still filled with anger and resentment, but not as much as it was eight years ago.

"I have hurt you so much that it is unforgivable," Gunn said. "I know that eight years serving my sentence in prison was not enough to compensate for every loss that occurred, but I want you to know that I have paid for my sins. I have gone through torment and pain, body and soul, I lost the profession that I love and "The one I was proud of without having the opportunity to treat patients again, after this I will also live with the guilt of having taken the life of someone you love for the rest of my life."

Gunn handed the bouquet to the doctor. "I would like you to accept my apology. It doesn't matter whether you will forgive me or not, but at least I want you to know that I am sincerely sorry."

Rin turned her face to the other side. Her eyes were full of tears. Em leaned down to hug her tightly and raised her head to speak to Gunn, "You can leave that on the table and get out of here."

Gunn didn't feel bad at all because Rin didn't accept his apology. It was understandable that he didn't want to even look at Gunn. Gunn placed the bouquet on Rin's desk, raised his hands in a gesture of respect, and bowed his head so low that it was almost touching his own knee. When Gunn raised his head, his eyes met Rin's for the first time since he entered this room.

"My father also took many lives," Rin said like a strong person. Only her voice shook at the end. "It is not your duty to judge my father's crimes. However, I admit that without you, my father probably would not have stopped committing the crimes," Rin took a deep breath to collect himself. "I forgive you. But please, never come in front of me again."

Gunn felt as if the mountain weighing on his chest was lifted. The former doctor once again respected his junior doctor, "Thank you for your kindness, Rin. I promise I will never stand in front of you again."

Because of Dr. Somsak's murder case and being accused of euthanasia, along with the fact that Gunn was an attractive former doctor, many media outlets became interested and contacted Gunn for interviews. However, Gunn did not want to be the center of attention too much. What he wanted was to live in peace with the person he loves, without attracting attention and without causing problems for Wasan. He intended to study and practice the skills he needed to open a coffee shop and restaurant. For this reason, Gunn rejected all offers and only granted interviews to quality media that focused on principles and not the person.

On a fine-weather afternoon, the garden surrounding Gunn's house was illuminated by winter sunlight. The cool breeze came through the window that he left open to let the pleasant fresh air into the house. Gunn and Wasan were spending the holiday together on the couch in the living room. Each of them had their own laptops on their laps. Wasan was busy reading the case files while Gunn was checking his email because he had just applied to study restaurant business management online.

"I'm having a hard time reading near the screen. What's happening to my eyes, do you know?" Wasan squinted and moved the laptop screen away from his body, "It's clearer this way."

"You must be getting farsighted, darling." Gunn responded, looking lovingly at the other person. "It's normal for your age."

"Am I that old?" Wasan murmured tenderly and continued his work while turning his head away from the screen.

"Tonight we should go out to eat and visit an ophthalmologist and have your eyes examined. You should wear glasses for work and reading. If you don't wear them, your eyes will get tired after a while and get worse."

"I don't like wearing glasses. They're annoying."

Gunn laughed and shook his head. Wasan probably couldn't accept that he was becoming farsighted with age, but he would soon admit it himself because he would be zooming out the screen until it was no longer possible to move anymore. Gunn looked back at his own screen and found a new email in his inbox from the person named Wachirachai Wongyut with the subject Euthanasia Inquiry.

Gunn raised an eyebrow in surprise. He tried to think where this person got his email address from. Perhaps he got it from academic journals in which Gunn used to publish when he was doing his specialized studies. This meant that this person intentionally searched for his name and contacts on the Internet. Gunn quickly clicked on it to read the email message.

Dear doctor. Kantapat Akaramethi,

First of all, I would like to congratulate you on being released from prison. This is the best news for me this year. I wish you happiness and continue your good works helping patients.

My name is Wachirachai Wongyut, I am 70 years old. I am a patient with end-stage renal failure and I have to do dialysis three times a week for more than ten years. Since I have kidney failure, my life has involved so much going in and out of the hospital that it has almost become my second home. At first I was able to fight, but now I am very exhausted. The dialysis threads were damaged and required many rounds of surgery to fix. Last year I experienced two pulmonary edema and septicemia that almost killed me. I also have a chronic wound on my leg that has to be painfully cared for every day. I don't think I'm lucky to overcome crises, I feel like it's unfortunate to have to wake up and see that I have to live in this broken body that can never be healed.

I live with my wife, just the two of us. She is really pitiful. She has to take care of me 24 hours a day every day. She drives me to my dialysis, takes care of me in the hospital, works to earn money, find food and pay for my medications. She works so hard that she lost so much weight that she even fainted when he went to the market. She is no longer young, I want her to be able to rest.

I followed the news about the euthanasia case from the beginning. Although he was not prosecuted for performing euthanasia, the analysis of each source said that he has the ability to do so based on his specialized knowledge. This is the reason why I have contacted you. Please help this body. Help my wife rest. I'm ready to go. If you could be so kind, please contact me through the phone number attached here.

Please help me. Please consider it as a great action to help a suffering soul like mine to pass away peacefully and painlessly at the final moment as I wish. With my greatest respect.

Gun  was stunned for a long time until Wasan realized it. The police officer looked at Gunn and asked, "Is something wrong?"

"Someone sent me an email. I'll forward it to you so you can read it." Gunn sent the email to Wasan. The deputy superintendent read that email carefully.

When he finished, Wasan looked at Gunn, "How do you feel when you read this?"

"I was mostly surprised, but deep down I was also happy that someone still considers me a doctor. I shouldn't feel that way. It's not good." Gunn was completely open about his feelings. "Don't worry. I won't sacrifice anyone anymore. I won't respond to your email and I'll stop using this email address, so people won't try to contact me again."

Wasan was still staring blankly at Gunn's face, "You won't?"

The former doctor froze for a moment before saying, "...No."

"Don't you want to help him?" Wasan repeated his question. "He seemed to be in such great pain."

"Wasan..."

The policeman smiled.

And that was a smile that gave Gunn goosebumps from head to toe.