“Dr. Jang, another on-call shift?” Without knocking, his colleague Dr. Kim Je-guk suddenly stuck his head in. Jang Jin-woo responded with a slight smile instead of answering. A sigh escaped from Kim Je-guk.
“Always working day and night, who’s even noticing? Are you protesting to the director?”
“Well, someone has to do the on-call shifts. If I’m going to do it, it’s better to be someone who likes it.”
“I still don’t get why you enjoy this. What’s so great about dealing with patients who can’t even understand you?”
Kim Je-guk made an expression of confusion. Jang Jin-woo silently smiled again.
In fact, Jang Jin-woo didn’t really need to be so dedicated to the hospital work. It was just a small psychiatric clinic on the outskirts of a rural town. There were only three specialists: the almost-retired director, Kim Je-guk, and Jang Jin-woo. Then there were four male nursing assistants. Including the guards, the total staff didn’t even reach twenty people.
Moreover, the hospital didn’t provide general consultations, only focusing on severe patients in a locked ward, so making a significant profit was difficult. Even if he tried to care for the patients diligently, there was no way they’d improve quickly. Given this situation, it seemed somewhat pointless for Jang Jin-woo to volunteer for on-call shifts nearly every day. Especially considering he was a specialist in surgery and the son of the hospital director.
Jang Jin-woo took a few vials of medicine from the storage and put them in his pocket. It looked like he was going on rounds again. Kim Je-guk shook his head as if giving up.
“Well, I’ll head out first. Don’t wear yourself out too much, Dr. Jang.”
“Alright, take care.”
Jang Jin-woo gave a polite nod as he waved to Kim Je-guk. The door soon closed, and the sound of Kim Je-guk’s footsteps faded. At that moment, Jang Jin-woo’s face turned cold. His eyes, which had softened when he smiled, now appeared sharp, though hidden behind his glasses.
He took off his glasses and massaged around his eyes.
“Mind your own business… If someone didn’t know better, they’d think he was the owner of this place.”
Muttering bitterly, he picked up a chart and a daily newspaper.
Jang Jin-woo left the office and headed toward the locked ward down the long hallway. Every step made the vials in his pocket clink together with a soft sound.
A nursing assistant walking from the opposite direction nodded at him. Jang Jin-woo responded with his usual kind smile, but as soon as he passed, his face hardened again.
Soon, the automatic doors leading to the ward appeared. He scanned his access card and entered. The air, cut off from the outside world, felt thick and musty. The sunlight rarely reached in, and the smell of mold filled the place. Breathing became difficult as his respiratory system felt suffocated.
The walls and ceiling were all stark white, with narrow windows about 10 cm wide spaced intermittently. The patient rooms along the hallway were all locked from the outside, with guards stationed on every floor.
Of course, their duties were minimal—mainly restraining patients having occasional seizures. Nowadays, those unexpected situations had become rare, so the guards had little to do.
Jang Jin-woo lightly tapped the toes of a guard, who was dozing in a chair. The guard jolted awake, looking around in a panic. When he saw Jang Jin-woo, he quickly stood and greeted him.
“…Oh! Dr. Jang, you’re here?”
Jang Jin-woo, as usual, had a gentle expression.
“You’re doing a great job today as well.”
“Doing a great job? Hardly.”
“You look quite tired. Why don’t you rest in the dormitory?”
“It’s fine, but it is still working hours…”
“It’s alright. Who’s going to say anything about it?”
Certainly, no one would go against Jang Jin-woo. Furthermore, every time he did his rounds, he would make sure to clear out the area. The guards, like now, would always act as if they had no shame.
The guard didn’t argue, nodding before retreating. Jang Jin-woo could hear a faint tune as the guard’s footsteps faded.
He watched indifferently before entering room 411.
“Mr. Park Joo-wan, today…”
He was about to ask how the patient was doing when he stopped. The patient, who should have been quietly staying in bed, was doing something against the wall.
Jang Jin-woo quickly approached Park Joo-wan, grabbing his hand roughly. Joo-wan’s eyes slowly focused on him, and the hand he held was covered in blood. The tips of his fingers were badly chewed up and mangled.
Jang Jin-woo raised his voice for the first time.
“What the hell are you doing right now?!”
“…I was writing. My name.”
There was no expression on Park Joo-wan’s face. Even in his vacant eyes, it was hard to find any sign of life. His gaze shifted from Joo-wan to the wall, where the name “Park Joo-wan” was written all over in blood. The hastily scrawled words on the white wall were almost chilling.
The blood still dripped from the fingers that had been chewed raw. Jang Jin-woo tightly grasped the wounded fingers to stop the bleeding. But despite the pain, Joo-wan spoke flatly.
“…I was afraid I’d forget.”

Joo-wan lifted his eyes and stared intently at Jang Jin-woo. His empty gaze revealed no emotion. If only he could feel even a hint of resentment. Something welled up inside him.
Jang Jin-woo grabbed Joo-wan’s ankle and pulled him sharply. His thin body slid helplessly, his head hitting the wall. A groan should have escaped his lips, but Joo-wan only furrowed his brow.
Without hesitation, Jang Jin-woo pulled down his pants. The loose pants and underwear fell effortlessly past his ankles. Jang Jin-woo grabbed Joo-wan’s bloodless thighs and spread them apart, hastily pulling down the zipper. His already erect penis sprang out, striking Joo-wan’s buttocks.
Jang Jin-woo breath grew ragged. He licked his fingers and smeared them roughly over the dry crack of Joo-wan’s buttocks. Then, he lifted one of Joo-wan’s legs with his knee, pushing it high. Joo-wan’s waist naturally arched, and the hole became accessible, yet he remained unresponsive. His eyes were fixed blankly on the empty space ahead.
Jang Jin-woo aimed the now-wet penis at the opening. Then, with a deep, ragged breath, he entered Joo-wan’s body.
“…Ugh!”
The penis did not fully penetrate. The half-inserted part felt like it would snap at any moment. He couldn’t even open his tightly closed eyes. His breath became shallow, and his teeth clenched together.
“…H-huh.”
Jang Jin-woo groaned and thrust up forcefully. The dried blood, a result of constant, unprepared penetration, peeled off as usual. This allowed the penis to fully penetrate, reaching its root.
“Haah, ha…Ngh…”
The corner of Jang Jin-woo’s lips twitched with satisfaction. He gently withdrew the penis and thrust it in again, this time in one swift motion. The blood from the wound at the entrance mixed with the pre-cum, acting as a subtle lubricant. Each time their flesh met, a wet, squelching sound echoed. The penis grew increasingly red, evoking a strange sensation.
Joo-wan calmly watched Jang Jin-woo panting above him. As if devoid of joy or pain, he simply waited for the moment to pass.
The stethoscope hanging around Jang Jin-woo’s neck swayed with each thrust. With an impatient hand, Jang Jin-woo ripped it off. He then bent his knees, pushing Joo-wan further against the wall. Joo-wan was now completely trapped between Jang Jin-woo and the cold wall. Immediately, the speed and intensity of the thrusts increased, becoming more frantic.
In the process, the syringe in his pocket shattered, but he didn’t care. Or perhaps he was too lost in pleasure to notice. Only his groans echoed through the empty ward.
Joo-wan’s gaze, which had been wandering, fell to the floor. He saw the daily newspaper Jang Jin-woo had brought in. He reached out and managed to pick it up. His vision blurred as he was pinned down by Jang Jin-woo, but he managed to make out the printed date.
Ten years. It had been ten years since he was locked away in this white, suffocating room. And his hope of escaping this place had grown just as stale.
“…Haaah- ohhh.. hmmm!”
Suddenly, Jang Jin-woo let out a groaned-like moan and collapsed. His body convulsed as he released a lukewarm stream of semen. Jang Jin-woo shivered slightly, twisting his body as if trying to expel the last of his desire. His movements were tinged with a hint of annoyance.
Having finished his business, Jang Jin-woo regained his composure. He zipped up his pants and straightened his disheveled gown with a practiced hand.
He lifted Joo-wan and laid him on the bed. He dressed him in his underwear and pants, then covered him with a thin blanket. He then picked up the chart that had fallen to the floor.
And so, room 411 was restored to its original state. The air might be warmer, and a faint, fishy smell might linger, but it didn’t matter. No one cared about the inner workings of the ward.
The patients in this place were nothing more than prisoners confined in cells called wards. No one pays attention to discarded objects. And they were no different.

Lhaozi’s Note: ‘What have I picked up to translate?‘ I have been asking this question the moment I am reading and editing this chapter 2 Part 1, my mind can’t handle this violence and sexual content so vivid that my innocent mind is protesting hahaha. Damn, hope I can translate this up to the end, join me as we read this crazy probably black flag content with lots of warning haha Read at your own risk.