A Chairman Who Has No Regrets - Chapter 0



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[Jeon Jang-beom] The Chairman Who Has No Regrets 0-197 (Serial in progress)

Knock knock.

I heard the door to the hospital room open and felt someone approach and stand next to me.

“Are you looking at the sky today too?”

He was Sim Sang-soo, the director of the hospital I founded.

“Did you know that SKY would be number one this year too?”

I didn’t know.

But it is not surprising that the global group SKY, which I led, has not come down from the top spot for three years now.

“Is it just a day or two?”

“Haha, now I can say that I am a perfect number one, Mr. Chairman.”

“That’s right, my whole life is like that.”

Sim Sang-soo speaks while nodding his head.

“Yes, now you can look somewhere else besides the sky. Isn’t it already the peak?”

It’s the peak.

I guess that’s why I didn’t like the dull sky that didn’t show anything today. I quickly lowered my head and looked somewhere else.

One color. A colorful landscape appears, different from the monotonous sky without much change.

The transparent Pacific Ocean reflecting the sparkling sunlight. The beach with shallow emerald waves crashing. The island where nature lives and breathes without any people to be seen. There is so much to see except the sky, but I am only seeing it now.

“It’s late.”

All of this is mine, and I have looked down upon it so late.

“Are you very tired?”

“well.”

“You must have had a hard time getting to where you are now.”

I see.

Was it hard?

On the battlefield of capitalism.

In that hell where you have to step on others or you will be stepped on, was it me who climbed up by stepping on someone’s blood, sweat, and tears?

As he stares blankly at the waves crashing without answering, Sim Sang-soo cautiously opens his mouth.

“Now, our only choice is family, Mr. Chairman.”

“Even if I receive a liver donation, my chances of survival are less than 3 percent?”

“yes.”

“It worked.”

“Mr. Chairman!”

I shook my head at the earnest call.

“Are you concerned that your family might refuse to donate your organs?”

No, it’s the opposite.

I will refuse because he will definitely give it to me.

“I told you, it’s late.”

“Mr. Chairman!”

I’ve come too far to look back or look down. How could an unqualified man do this without shame?

“I told you, it’s done.”

“…Yes, I have prepared the meal, Chairman.”

I turn my gaze to the table and see kimchi stew and side dishes served on fancy tableware.

How did they make such a simple dish look so luxurious?

“Put it away.”

“Yes? I heard you were looking for it.”

“That’s not it, kimchi stew.”

I shake my head and head to bed, but my body is swaying. Now, my body can barely take a few steps. It must all be my past mistakes that I am carrying.

“Phew.”

I plop down on the bed and reach for the glass of water on the nightstand, and I see a yellow rubber band wrapped around my wrist.

“Tsk, did you lose your mind again today?”

“Yes, Chairman… Did you miss me a lot?”

I miss you.

Suddenly, a fleeting memory. A few faces.

“I’m really going crazy, all I can do is play with a rubber band.”

Three yellow rubber bands wrapped around the wrist.

I think I’ve lost consciousness three times today.

“You should at least contact your family…”

“It’s okay. It’s just a long-forgotten memory.”

“But wouldn’t your family like this island too?”

“Okay, just take care of my health. Don’t let anyone pity me. Not even my family.”

Sim Sang-soo nodded and answered, biting his lower lip tightly.

“Yes, sir.”

I flopped down on the bed and looked around the room while Director Shim prepared some painkillers.

Flower basket, flower pot, and drink set.

A hospital room where you can’t feel the warmth of people, without even a single gift of hospital visitation. I didn’t know that this hospital room was like this.

I want to change it, but there is nothing that can be changed. Why should I move just for the sake of living for a few days?

“I just want to rest.”

Sim Sang-soo, who was holding a syringe, asks me a question while I am mumbling to myself.

“Won’t you regret it?”

What the heck?

“No two waves are alike.”

A choice that has already been made.

Results that have already been achieved.

Need I say more?

Life is like waves.

Sim Sang-soo nodded and said while inserting a syringe into the Ringer line.

“Sweet dreams, Chairman.”

Slipping away under the hazy, medicinal influence.

I fell asleep like that.