Okay, the button has been pushed. I'm diving to the novel now. I can't stand the tension. ...

I found the novel. Dang, maybe if the artist followed the descriptions very well, I think this scene would have been one of the thrilling scenes.

Also, note that Seukyung was facing the door, not on his back when Cheogrim found him. The novel said, "like he was waiting for him to come back" something like this. This scene is very meaningful.

After that, he sat in front of the surgery room for a long time. During that time, anger and self-loathing surged countless times. He had no time to wipe the blood-stained shirt and hands. The oddly cool air in the hospital hallway at dawn made Chungrim even more anxious.

Only after hearing that Sung-kyung needed to be monitored in the ICU did his surroundings come into focus. Covered in blood, he looked like a few years ago when he had struggled to survive.

He looked at his trembling hands. His left wrist, usually adorned with a watch, was bare and swollen red. Was it anxiety? Unconsciously scratched marks were visible between the dried blood of Kim Sung-kyung.

“Crazy. Crazy bastard.”

Not content with forgetting me, you tried to die alone? You said you wouldn’t go anywhere, but you tried to leave forever? You said you had nowhere else to go. Were you trying to go to your parents after death? Crazy bastard.

I should have known from the nonsense you babbled every night. Chungrim kept cursing Sung-kyung, who had slipped out of his control. His nervously brushed hair was a mess. Just like Sung-kyung, Chungrim’s time was wildly swinging.

“Just try dying on your own.”

Chungrim glared at the surgery room with bloodshot eyes. He would never accept Kim Sung-kyung’s death. After making him like this, was he trying to escape to an unreachable place? It was laughable.

Chungrim stayed there until Kim Sung-kyung’s blood dried stiffly. His wrist inside was scratched and bleeding from all the scratching, but the anxiety that had started couldn’t be easily controlled.

Morning came, and he couldn’t stand the night. He had to wander for a while, not remembering where he parked. His car, haphazardly parked, almost in the flower bed, was a sight. When he opened the driver’s door, the smell of blood hit him. Blood had soaked through to the floor.

You are an angel for this, thank you for the service, soldier.

I usually try making thoses types of scenes like if it were written in a novel inside my head. It really makes them meaningful like how the novel was written in that scene

THANK YOU! I already read the novel but the artist miss so many important details it's so sad bc the ml really was concerned and shaken up

wow...