Todos los capítulos de The SS-Class Perfect Battery: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Yuhwan's nerves had been strangely sharp like a taut bowstring since a moment ago. Holding the steering wheel heavily, he intermittently checked the pale complexion of Haneul Jang, who was hardened like a ghost in the next seat.Was it from the moment he confirmed Jo Gibeom's name. Throughout the entire time packaging the spicy stir-fried chicken and getting into the car, Haneul Jang was staring intently only at the phone screen in his hand like a person terribly possessed by something.Holding the device tightly enough for his fingertips to turn white, turning it on again when the liquid crystal went off, and looking into it yet again—a bizarre repetition. That heavy and alien silence continuing all afternoon felt like softly crushing Yuhwan's internal organs. Haneul Jang seemed completely unaware of who was sitting by his side driving.A terrible impatience boiled up inside Yuhwan. Finally, the moment a red light caught at the intersection, Yuhwan unlock

An overwhelming pain, so severe that he could not even utter a scream for help, butchered his entire body. Haneul Jang fell prostrate as if collapsing onto the concrete floor. The freezing coldness of the enclosed underground parking lot touched his cheek, and from the very edge of that cool coolness, a thick scent of a blood-colored death seeped out heavily. Far away, the voice of Yuhwan, who was shouting as if vomiting blood while supporting his body, began to recede and become a distant dot."...Father? Even grandfather? ...Why did you come here?"If it was Yuhwan's father and grandfather, did Yoo Dowan and Yoo Juncheol come. Inside the whirlpool of pain that squeezed his internal organs, Haneul Jang barely raised his eyes where blood gathered. Under the dim light of the underground parking lot, the moment he confirmed that the shape wearing black, smooth, high-class leather shoes was approaching like a grim reaper—. Haneul Jang's world was closing. *** Now, to Haneul Jang, every

Haneul Jang had rarely spent time in a hospital throughout his life, so listening to the conversations weighing his life and death while lying down made a bizarre thirst burn his throat. Even while trapped beneath a deep sleep, he focused his entire nerves on the doctor's lip ends, hoping they would prescribe a painkiller to settle that dreadful sharp pain or a powerful sleeping pill to make him faint."Director Kang. What kind of savior is that fuss. For a young fellow to collapse that way suddenly, there must clearly be a chronic illness or a reason he is hiding."Yoo Dowan's abrasive voice struck the hospital room wall sharply, and the attending physician made a sound of flipping the chart roughly as he carefully continued his explanation."We took an MRI and just finished a detailed blood test as well. Actually, for this patient to be an athlete, every single one of his physical values falls far short of the average. The white blood cell count is abnormally collapsed, and the blood

The next morning, the hospital room was quiet enough to make the pure white sunlight pouring through the crack of the window feel cruel on the contrary. To ruin the start of a honey-like long holiday on top of this desolate hospital bed. Haneul Jang stared at the ceiling with narrowly opened eyes and breathed out a dry breath.Yuhwan, who was in a state of mind to even grab him by the collar while rampaging like a beast at his father's appearance, was exited as if being forcefully dragged home by the bodyguards. Now left alone in the spacious VIP hospital room with a body that was completely fine as if he had never been sick, Haneul Jang rather felt suffocated and was dying from an itch to move. Just in time, catching the white collar of the attending physician who came to do the rounds with his slender fingers, Haneul Jang implored as if clinging."I am really okay, Doctor... Please send me home."Haneul Jang sought permission for discharge, shining his clear and pitiful gaze between

Haneul Jang organized his mind for a moment. At any rate, inside Jo Kibeom's memory, he lived quite long and reached the peak as a baseball player. A veteran catcher over forty years old roaming the major leagues, it was completely unbelievable that he lived such a radiant and long life. However, he could not bring himself to ask Yuhwan's whereabouts toward Jo Kibeom. It was not polite to pry into another's well-being toward a person who said even recalling the past was a dreadful pain. He had to wait until a bit more opportunity came. He desperately wanted to hear a confirmation that Yuhwan also ran a success avenue in that past life and stayed together by his long-time side.'If Yuhwan left me behind and passed away first in that life too, and I succeeded lonely by myself...'Even that radiant success would feel miserably meaningless, making a corner of his chest ache chilly. He was abruptly terrified that the cruel truth he feared most would come out of Jo Kibeom's