Jong-seok, who was called by Moon Jae-chul, was entering the director's office.

"Are you here? I have a visitor for Mr. Lee."

When Moon Jae-cheol raised his hand with a smile, Jong-seok lowered his head and looked at the man sitting in front of him.

"Foreign."

said Moon Jae-chul when he saw a middle-aged black man in a suit.

"This is U.S. chief of neurosurgery at Johnson."

Moon Jae-cheol's words surprised Jong-seok to see Tilean.

'Is Johnson the big hospital in America?'

Johnson Hospital in the U.S. was one of the best hospitals in the world.

He reached out his hand with curious eyes.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Lee Jong-seok."

"It's nice to meet you, too."

Jong-seok, who shook hands with each other, sat down and looked at the tiles.

"You came to see me."

"Yes, sir.

Tyrann's words reminded me of something in Jong-seok's mind when I saw him.

"Ah! During the surgery...'

When I had a brain tumor operation, I did a live broadcast on the internet. At that time, doctors from all over the world made a strong visit through the Internet.

One of them was the Johnson Hospital neurosurgery tylon.

"I was very surprised to see the surgical video."

Jong-seok nodded at Tylen's words.

"I remember when you did the surgery, you asked questions online."

"Ah! Do you remember?"

"I remember you being a doctor at Johnson's."

Tylen smiled and nodded at Jong-seok's words.

"The Seoul hospital sent me a brain CT and a surgical procedure, and I found it interesting. So I watched it on time. I had a hard time getting up early in the morning because I didn't have time with Korea. But if I hadn't seen it, I would have regretted it greatly."

Jong-seok, nodding his head at Tilean's words, looked at Moon Jae-chul. Moon Jae-chul nodded his head and stuck out his tablet PC.

When he saw the tablet PC, Jong-seok nodded.

It's a brain image.

Tylen opened his mouth to Jong-seok's words.

"As you can see, this patient's tumor location is similar to the patient who had surgery at Seoul Hospital."

Tileon's words saw him at last.

"Maybe this is why you're here."

"Is surgery possible?"

Tylen nodded at the question of Jong-seok.

"Is it possible as you saw in the video?"

When Tilean said, Jong-seok used his fingers to manipulate the tablet PC.

And Jong-seok nodded as he was looking at the picture.

"I think I can."

"Is it possible?"

"Yes"

At Jong-seok's words, Tailon thought for a moment and said,

"Then can you help me?"

"It's possible, but... Based on the size of her tumor, I don't think she'll be able to fly."

The patient's tumor was like a ticking time bomb.

So flying doesn't make sense.

That's why Lim Ae-hee couldn't go to the U.S. to see her grandchildren. I can't get on the plane.

"I guess I'll go."

"Can you come?"

"I'd ask her to come if she could, but if she couldn't, I'd have to go. But... I don't know if I can get my license in California and get into the O.R. at Johnson's."

Some states have licenses in California and others don't.

So the state where Johnson Hospital is located should be marked for whether or not it will be a final license or not.

At Jong-seok's words, Tylen looked at him and said,

"I thought you had to touch a part of your body when you moved your brain with that pore. Where should I touch?"

"It's good to have a hand close to the brain, but it doesn't matter if you're far away."

"So it doesn't matter if it's your wrist or ankle?"

"Yes."

Tylen nodded at Jong-seok's answer.

"Then the license doesn't matter."

"It doesn't matter? Why is that?"

"Because you don't have to go into the hospital."

"If you're not a medic, what do you get in there?"

"It doesn't matter what you go in. All you have to do is get the patient's permission and come into the O.R.'s."

"Really?"

"If patients and medical staff allow it, outsiders can enter the operating room. Of course, it usually gets in the way of surgery, so it doesn't involve outsiders."

"So you're asking me to come into a normal O.R. instead of a medical team?"

Tilean opened his mouth to the question of Jong-seok.

"Yes"

"But I need to treat the patient."

"To treat... It's just touching the body. Right?

"Yes, sir.

Tylen nodded at Jong-seok's answer.

"Internal engineering is a superpower that cannot be proved by modern science."

"Right."

"Then would killing a man with superpowers be a murder charge? Can't you?"

"It's murder, so wouldn't it be murder."

Tylen shook his head at Jong-seok's horse.

"Killing people with superpowers is not a crime of murder."

"Why?"

"To prove a murder, you must prove the causal relationship to the murder. But since superpowers are not scientifically proven, they are not murderous."

Jong-seok frowned at Tylen's words.

"That means... You're telling me to come into the O.R. without caring about anything, because I'm not guilty of murder if I kill a patient?"

At Jong-seok's words, Tailon hurriedly shook his head and hands at the same time.

"I was just trying to tell you that Mr. Lee had no problem getting into the O.R. I didn't mean it with any strange. I'm sorry."

I looked at him with eyes that were not at all irritated by Tilean's apple.

"Is that so?"

"Did I come all the way to Korea to kill my patient? I came to Korea to save the patient, not to kill him."

Then Tailon, who had been wary of Jong-seok for a while, quietly continued.

"I made a slip of the tongue because I was happy to save the patient. I'm sorry."

Jong-seok nodded as he looked at Tylen's words.

"I think I've been sensitive. I'm sorry."

"No, no. The analogy I made is wrong. There's no such ridiculous analogy as killing a doctor doesn't kill a doctor. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

Seeing Tilean apologizing repeatedly, it certainly didn't mean to tease or belittle Jong-seok.

Otherwise, there was no reason for the chief of neurosurgery at the world-class Johnson Hospital to apologize so repeatedly.

If you're the head of neurosurgery at the world-class Johnson Hospital, you're literally a world-class doctor.

Tylen, who repeatedly apologized to Jong-seok, opened his mouth.

"What I want to say is that it doesn't matter unless Mr. Lee holds a scalpel in the operating room."

"Really?"

"If the internal organs are scientifically proven, it would be a limitation, but now the internal organs are a category of superpowers, so you can come into the operating room."

Jong-seok saw Moon Jae-cheol at Tilean's words.

"Did the director know this?"

Moon Jae-chul shook his head after a while at Jong-seok's question.

"I've known Mr. Lee for a long time, and I've believed in him."

"Right."

In addition, Moon Jae-cheol's bodyguard was eating and he was learning the dry ball, so he was building up his inner workings even though he was weak in the body.

So I believed in my work as a reality, not a fantasy.

"So I believed in the realm of medicine, not fantasy. But listening to Tailon, my work has certainly not been proven by modern science. Which means it's not a problem to go into the O.R. with the permission of the patient and the medical staff and hold part of the body."

Jong-seok nodded while looking at him for a moment at what Moon Jae-chul said.

"More than I thought... It's simple."

"I think we've made it too difficult."

Then Moon Jae-chul was lost in thought for a while. If we get the patient's consent from now on, Jong-seok will have no problem helping with the surgery in the operating room.

If the internal organs are scientifically proven, then you can help with the internal organs.

It doesn't matter if it's proven or not, when Jong-seok enters the O.R.

You just have to touch a patient's body anyway.

Jong-seok turned his head toward Tileon while looking at Moon Jae-chul, who was lost in thought.

"Then let's set up a schedule."

When Tilean opened his mouth to Jong-seok's words, Moon Jae-chul opened his mouth first.

"But who's the patient?"

"What?"

"I wonder what kind of VIP the patient is, so Dr. Tyler came to Korea himself."

When asked by Moon Jae-cheol, Tilean opened his mouth after a while.

"VIP is correct. And if you help me with the surgery, you'll get enough compensation."

"So who is it?"

"You know that, don't you? VIP is literally VIP."

Moon Jae-chul nodded as he was looking at Tylen's words. VIPs are strictly confidential in the hospital.

If VIP were a businessman, it would have a big impact on the company's stock price, and if he were a politician, the political power could be shaken.

There are no supporters or political forces to unite with the politician who accepted the day he died.

That's why VIP's health is treated as a secret.

"Okay, then Mr. Lee."

When Jong-seok saw him at the call of Moon Jae-chul, Moon Jae-chul said,

"When will the schedule be okay?"

"I think I'll have to clean up for about three days after heart surgery. Professor Huh is working on this surgical paper."

"Then are you okay after that?"

"Yes"

"Then I'll coordinate the schedule with Dr. Tylen."

"Can I do it here?"

Moon Jae-chul shook his head with a smile at Jong-seok's words.

"No, I'm not. I'm not experienced in this kind of work, so I think I'd better coordinate. Go and get to work."

Jong-seok nodded as he looked at Moon Jae-chul's words. Moon Jae-chul isn't the kind of person who would do bad things to himself, and when he talks hard...

"Maybe it's because of my travel expenses."

Jong-seok also guessed why Moon Jae-chul asked him to go out.

I'm trying to negotiate with Tailon something like the allowance for Jong-seok's participation in surgery and the cost of staying.

I'm not that clean and pure.

He didn't reveal money only to patients with no money, but he wasn't good enough to give free treatment to even rich patients.

He was not good enough to help you live in poverty.

First of all, even if I live well and help others, I will help them.

As Jong-seok lowered his head and went out, Moon Jae-cheol turned his head toward the tiled people.

"Well, I think we should talk a little bit about money."

Tilean nodded at Moon Jae-chul's words.

"It's nice to be able to get right to the point. For now, we will pay for both the flight and the stay. And..."

Tileon tore off a notepad on the table and wrote down a number.

When Tilean folded up his notepad, Moon Jae-cheol took it and opened it slightly.

$200,000.... Is the exchange rate about 200 million and 3,000?'

That's a lot of money, 23 million won at a time.

When Moon Jae-cheol was lost in thought for a while, Tilean opened his mouth.

"But after the surgery, you need to sign a confidentiality agreement."

Moon Jae-chul nodded at Tylen's words.

"It's a VIP operation, so it's obvious. I'll talk to Mr. Lee about that."

"Then would you like this condition?"

Moon Jae-cheol nodded while looking at the paper for a moment at Tyler's words.

"You're trying to save a patient. Is money a problem? Let's do this."

This amount of money will satisfy Jong-seok.

'Mr. Lee is getting married soon, so I'll earn when I can. How expensive is your house these days?

Thinking like that, Moon Jae-cheol put a note in his pocket with a happy face and turned his head toward Tilean.

"Then how do you make the deposit?"