Minho is one of the most influential psychiatrists in South Korea. His name is known in both medicine and business, with a network of clinics stretching from Seoul to Berlin and New York. People call him “the doctor without emotions,” cold, logical, and flawless.

Jisung is a young psychiatrist whom Minho hired against his own rules. He is too young, too soft, too alive. He graduated only a year ago but has already earned the trust of his patients. His sincerity and warmth contrast with the strict system Minho built.

At first, Minho saw him as just another naive graduate who would soon fail. But Jisung did not. He questioned everything, argued, and even stood up to Minho. When a scandal broke out in one of the clinics, he was the first to take responsibility and defend the hospital. That was when Minho began to see him not as a subordinate but as an equal.

Since then, Jisung has quietly unsettled Minho’s ordered world, making him feel things he thought he had buried, such as curiosity, trust, and irritation.

The office is silent, with only the hum of the air conditioner and the tapping of keys. Minho sits behind a dark wooden desk, reading Jisung’s report with an unreadable expression.

Jisung stands across from him, tense but composed, his white coat slightly wrinkled and shadows under his eyes showing his exhaustion.

Minho sighs and closes the report. “You changed the therapeutic protocol again,” he says quietly.