The Youngest Son of Sunyang

Chapter 106 The Real Patient 3

"Do-jun!"

He must have been so worried, thinking his healthy son had been seriously injured.

Father, entering the hospital room, already had tears in his eyes.

He hesitated to embrace his son, fearing that there might be something wrong with his own body. So, he just held his hand tightly.

Oh, it was truly awkward. Should I have hugged him first? But I felt too embarrassed to do so.

"Father, I'm fine. Just some minor cuts and bruises. Look, I'm perfectly fine."

"Really? Nothing seriously injured?"

"No. I've been thoroughly examined from head to toe, and there's nothing wrong. So please, stop worrying."

With reassurance that there was nothing wrong, his father hugged him. It was awkward, but what could he do? He lightly patted his father's back too.

"What exactly happened?"

Suspicion cleared, he began explaining everything that had happened until now.

Just a simple traffic accident. And the assistant, Kim Yoon-seok, who happened to be next to his grandfather's car, got hurt.

The tale of loyalty to protect the master's life, something that might only happen in the Joseon era, was just a cover story that his father despised the most.

His father was tired of the behavior of his parents and siblings, who ruled over people with their absurd wealth.

"What about Mr. Kim Yoon-seok? Is he okay?"

"Yes. The surgery was successful, and he's recovering quickly. Don't worry about him either."

As he comforted one person, another arrived.

"Do-jun!"

When Oh Sehyun burst into the room, it seemed like he would have to reiterate that his body was perfectly fine.

After the exhausting reassurance was over, Oh Sehyun took turns looking at both him and his father, then finally opened his mouth with difficulty.

"I heard something... Yoon-ki, you should know too."

"What is it?"

"Tell us slowly."

His father shot a glance at Oh Sehyun, who was speaking incoherently between him and his father.

"I was on my way to Gunsan. To the Joseon Rice Store in Gunsan..."

From the moment he began talking about the reasons for their actions since dawn and the significance of Joseon Rice Store, Oh Sehyun tapped his knee. "I see. So, that seemingly trivial ceremony was all about Joseon Rice Store."

"Hey! What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Oh my, a son like you, who's always been out of your father's sight, wouldn't understand, would you? Listen carefully. The chairman sees your son Do-jun as the heir to the Sunyang Group. Not the sole candidate, but still."

"What?"

His father still didn't understand English and shouted, but I had already solved the puzzle.

Exactly! It wasn't just a simple museum visit or a casual outing. I was the third successor, right after the two uncles.

Looking at me, who wasn't particularly surprised, Oh Sehyun smiled. "Take a look at this mischievous child. Doesn't he seem like he's been waiting for this news? Well, I guess I expected it already. Hahaha."

Oh Sehyun's laughter didn't have much effect in calming down the surprised father. It seemed like it would take some time for his father to fully join our conversation.

"But Uncle, how did you know?"

"Your aunt asked me to take a look. I also happened to meet to discuss the DMC construction... When I heard that the accident happened in Gongju, I already had a sense of what it was about." Oh Sehyun glanced at his father and chuckled. "Your father still doesn't seem to get it. Hehe."

"I understand too. But don't have high expectations."

"What?"

"Yes?"

The tables had turned.

His father spoke with a slightly furrowed brow, and we were left with open mouths in astonishment.

" Yeong-gi and Dong-gi were both appointed as successors there. It's literally a juvenile ceremony. Father said to continue this history, your history. Haha."

"You, how did you find out? You couldn't possibly..." When Oh Sehyun stammered and asked, his father gave a bitter smile.

"No. When older brother came back and bragged about it, he was so happy to say that he had become your father's successor. I remember that vividly."

"But? Why are you saying not to have expectations? Do-jun is also an heir, which means he might receive a portion of Sunyang, maybe even a third..."

At Oh Sehyun's uncertain words, his father shook his head. "Look at Sunyang's shares now. Both older and younger brothers received less than 10%. It's been almost 20 years since they were appointed as successors. Don't you still get it?" Father's question was directed at me. "Do-jun. It's about your grandfather. He had immense greed. It's a desire beyond the imagination of an ordinary person. He hates giving what he has to others. Being a son doesn't make you an exception."

While there was some surface agreement, it couldn't be said to be entirely accurate.

Father's perspective on Grandfather and my perspective on Grandfather are different.

Even though the heirs have been determined, their behavior may not be trustworthy. The uncertainty lies in whether they can continue the history of Sunyang.

Grandfather's greed, as Father put it, is indeed immense.

But there is an even bigger wish than that, and it's the prosperity of Sunyang.

Why did both uncles become heirs with less than 10% for nearly 20 years?

It's because they could only have expectations of less than 10% for the prosperity of Sunyang. No, I believe that's the reason.

"Father. If there are no expectations, then we should be grateful for anything."

"What do you mean?"

"Isn't it my destiny to be the successor of Sunyang? Look. The accident didn't happen as if heaven refused, right? So even if it's just a tiny share, I'll be grateful."

As they saw me smiling, the two of them showed completely different expressions.

Oh Sehyun, who knew my true intention of aiming for Sunyang, raised an eyebrow at my pretense of modesty, while I, who harbored no greed, nodded in satisfaction at my father's approving look.

The VIP room at Myungin Hospital is as luxurious as a hotel.

Although it's a private university, the medical school is known as a prestigious institution, and wealthy patients have flocked here. They spared no expense to receive special treatment.