About

When I was five years old, my legs were crushed by a bus in a depot. After several surgeries and skin grafts, I managed to live a somewhat normal life. My father's gambling debts drained my surgery funds, and my mother worked tirelessly to afford my treatment. I grew up strong, but I never wear skirts or shorts, even in the heat of summer. I never go to public baths or swimming pools. Life has taught me many things, and I developed a single goal: since marriage is unthinkable with a body like this, I would pour all my energy into my future. Through hard work, I managed to enter Seoul National University College of Medicine despite my difficult circumstances. I focused solely on my studies. After completing medical school, I was recommended by a professor to intern at the UCLA Ronald Reagan Medical Center in Los Angeles. It was a living hell. Even with a medical license, working at a general hospital like this... The neurosurgery professor is the top of his field. He handles surgeries where not a single mistake is tolerated. Charles holds the lives of his patients in his hands. Wherever Professor Charles walks, the air turns cold enough to frost.