themonasnovels Chapter 278: FRB (6)
Chapter 278: FRB (6)
Chapter 278: FRB (6)
Young-Joon packed his bags early in the morning. It was still dark outside. It was time to leave the medical center in Kukra Hill.
He walked out of his room and into the hallway, and Kim Chul-Kwon, the head of his security team, and his bodyguards were waiting for him.
“Let’s go,” Kim Chul-Kwon said.
“It might be dangerous when we go to the United States now. There’s a powerful person targeting me. Do you think you’ll be okay?” Young-Joon asked.
“I sometimes feel like I’m going to die when I’m with you, but I’m used to it now. Don’t worry,” Kim Chul-Kwon replied with a smile. “After all, I’m the one who kept you safe in China, right?”
Kim Chul-Kwon tapped Young-Joon on the shoulder. There was something reassuring about his strong, muscular arm.
“Thank you,” Young-Joon said. “Let’s leave quietly so that we don’t wake the patients.”
Young-Joon walked down the hallway, protected by his security team. All but two fluorescent lights were off, and it was deserted. The quiet, chilly early morning air surrounded them.
Young-Joon went down the stairs at the end of the hall and walked out the door. He was now on the first floor of the ward. It was where the administration front desk was, where the patients waited, and where the festival took place.
Then, Young-Joon saw an unexpected sight.
“Uh...”
It was nearly four o’clock in the morning, but hundreds of people filled the lobby. They were Nicaraguan patients, caregivers, and volunteers.
“Doctor Ryu!”
The crowd swarmed around Young-Joon and quickly surrounded him and his security team.
“We heard you’re going to the Netherlands.”
“I heard you’re going to fight the U.S. government.”
“...”
Actually, Young-Joon wasn’t going to the Netherlands; he was going to the United States. He wasn’t fighting the U.S. government; he was fighting the Lofair family, the financial authority.
Young-Joon nodded along, even though it was somewhat untrue.
“That’s right. I apologize for leaving first. But even if I go, the doctors and scientists from my hospital and company will all stay here. They’ll take care of you, so don’t worry too much.”
Young-Joon thought they had come to stop him from going, as it could be concerning that the head of the medical project was leaving.
However, the people had gathered for a different reason.
“Please don’t get hurt,” said the Spanish interpreter who came to volunteer.
“We all know that you are fighting the U.S. government for us.”
“Thank you, Doctor Ryu.”
“Thank you so much.”
“Please take care of yourself.”
“I wish you luck.”
Everyone put their hands together and closed their eyes like they were praying, as they gave a short blessing to Young-Joon in English.
“I heard the reason you came to our country was to heal the patients who were victimized by the U.S. and get compensation for them...” said the interpreter. “Thank you so much.”
People were crying and praying. Suddenly, a middle-aged woman stepped in front of Young-Joon.
“Nacatamal. Nacatamal.”[1]
A woman suddenly reached her hand over Kim Chul-Kwon’s shoulder.
“Whoa!”
Surprised, Kim Chul-Kwon blocked her. She flinched and took a step back, then carefully showed him her hand. In her palm, which was callused from working in a kitchen, was something that looked like a corn cake wrapped in banana leaf. It was a traditional food of Nicaragua.
“She told you to eat it on the plane,” said the interpreter.
Young-Joon reached out above Kim Chul-Kwon’s shoulder and took the food cautiously.
“Thank you.”
Then, one by one, the citizens gained courage and came forward, sharing tokens of their gratitude.
Rosaline was the only just being—a savior who could relieve all human suffering in the most efficient system of ruling.
It seemed to be within Isaiah Franklin’s grasp, but it kept slipping away.
Rosaline always had Young-Joon by her side. Isaiah Franklin, who became completely exhausted from being tormented by envy, jealousy, and self-reproach, began leaving a trail for the CIA to find her. She wanted the world to know the secret of her birth before her life was over.
But now, Isaiah Franklin realized she was wrong. She slowly began accepting her death. It was a very boring, hard life—it was a life she didn’t want to live again.
Buzz!
An intense flash of light flashed through Isaiah Franklin’s head.
“Ugh...”
She opened her eyes.
“Don’t get up. Just lie still,” Young-Joon said.
Albert was injecting her with something in her arm.
“You’re right, Doctor Ryu. She woke up when we injected her with a high concentration of your cure,” Albert said, fascinated.
“It’s regulating the activity of the spleen to suppress blood cell destruction and increase stimulation, but it’s only temporary,” Young-Joon said.
“You said you wanted to talk to Isaiah Franklin. I’ll give you the room.”
Albert then left the room.
After closing the door, Young-Joon sat beside her bed.
“What happened?” Isaiah Franklin asked.
“I came to cure you.”
“... That’s so disappointing. Did you think I’d be happy? Because of this, you put Rosaline in danger. Lofair’s power is beyond imagination.”
“Think what you want, but the die is already cast. Isaiah Franklin, I will cure you with a bone marrow transplant.”
“... I won’t be cured with a bone marrow transplant,” Isaiah Franklin said. “Ryu Young-Joon, I can mimic the bone marrow transplant treatment developed by A-GenBio. But it doesn’t work in my body. The problem in my body is the biological age of my cells.”
“That’s what you think,” Young-Joon said.
“...”
“We can cure you if Rosaline and I make hematopoietic stem cells.”
Isaiah Franklin smirked.
“That cure is going to be super expensive.”
“You probably won’t be able to pay for it. I won’t charge you, but in return, you can testify in the Netherlands,” Young-Joon said.
“The Netherlands?”
“The Nicaraguan government has filed an international lawsuit against the U.S. government. It alleges illegal genetic modification procedures being done at the Groom Lake Air Force Base embryology lab.”
“What?!”
Isaiah Franklin was shocked.
“I gathered a bunch of evidence, and Yassir and Doctor Song made a big deal in the media as they mentioned the CIA and your name.”
“No...”
“And I’ve also been contacted by your mother, Elsie. She wants to go to the Netherlands with Doctor Song. This game has gotten pretty big already; either you’re in or you’re out.”
“...”
“What do you think? I’ll set the stage for you, and you can go rip Lofair into shreds,” Young-Joon said.
“Lofair...”
“You can pay for your terrorist attack afterward.”
1. Nacatamales is a Nicaraguan-style tamales. It consists of corn, meat, rice, vegetables, and bitter orange. ☜
2. means “busy” in Spanish ☜
3. pyeong is the measurement for houses in Korea; it is about 50 square meters ☜