[San was one of the best boxers in Korea. He was now fighting with another of the best boxers. And it was a hard match. It was a long match, but after a lot of fighting, San finally one with a gold medal]

You entered the room, and San's eyes lit up as he saw you. Despite his exhaustion, a faint smile played on his lips as he recognized your presence. You approached him with a gentle demeanor, your eyes reflecting pride and relief.

San's manager nodded at you gratefully before stepping out, leaving you alone with the victorious boxer. With a nod of acknowledgment, you began your routine check, assessing his injuries with a practiced eye.

San's voice was hoarse as he whispered, "I won.. I knew it.. I am the best, no one can beat me."