Not long before, at Seowon Guild.
Nam Woo-jin unleashed a storm of reprimands. âOf course, you had to cause trouble! Why donât you ever think about taking it easy when youâre injured? And youâLee Sa-youngâwhat on earth were you doing instead of helping him? Losing your memory doesnât give you free rein. You should be treating J with respect!â His scolding was sharp and unrelenting. On top of that, Uijae was dragged off for a physical exam afterward.
Nam Woo-jin gave Uijae a hard stare, scrutinizing him.
âAt the very least, it looks like your bodyâs recovered somewhat.â
âYes, sir.â
Uijae responded politely, hands clasped. He hadnât realized before just how intimidating Nam Woo-jin could be when angry; it was enough to make even the fearless Uijaeâs hair stand on end. Nam Woo-jin waved a file at him, his gaze intense.
âBut donât go around acting up again! You never know when a relapse could hit.â
âYes, sir.â
âGlad youâre answering well, at least. Now, get out of here! Try pulling any more stunts, and youâll regret it!â
âYes, sir.â
Uijae bowed and quickly exited the examination room. At the end of the hallway, Sa-young, with his gas mask on, leaned against the wall, waiting for him. Sa-young offered a smirk as he handed over Uijaeâs mask.
âGot a good scolding?â
Uijae grumbled as he slipped the mask on.
âLike itâs not your fault.â
âYouâre the one who suddenly got all riled up.â