"Ugh... What is that...?" I squinted my eyes open at the loud noise coming from outside. The room was enveloped in pitch-black darkness. Rubbing my sleepy eyes, I sat up. "~~~!!" Someone was shouting loudly outside the public health clinic building. Half asleep, I checked my phone on the nightstand beside the bed. It was just past midn...
"Ugh... What is that...?" I squinted my eyes open at the loud noise coming from outside. The room was enveloped in pitch-black darkness. Rubbing my sleepy eyes, I sat up. "~~~!!" Someone was shouting loudly outside the public health clinic building. Half asleep, I checked my phone on the nightstand beside the bed. It was just past midnight. 'What is it? A drunk person?' From my three years of experience working as a public health doctor in this rural area, I knew that occasionally, drunk people would cause a commotion throughout the village. (On a side note, public health doctors provide medical care in underserved areas for three years as an alternative to military service.) The first floor of the building housed the clinic and treatment rooms, while the second floor had accommodations fo
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