I PICKED UP A CHILD IN A DUMPSTER-Chapter 58: The Girl Who Fell Before the World Changed (IV)

Chapter 58: The Girl Who Fell Before the World Changed (IV)

The three paramedics looked down at the perfectly healthy girl, dramatically pretending to meet her ancestors.

And for the first time tonight—

None of them knew whether to laugh or cry

The air inside the ambulance turned... strange.

Heavy.

Mysterious.

Like something unbelievable was about to be revealed.

From the darkest, quietest corner of the ambulance— actually there isn’t any dark corner in the ambulance but for the dramatic effect we chose to add it.

The paramedic who had been silently aura farming this entire time finally spoke.

Her voice was low. Calm. Almost... ominous.

"...That’s a disease."

Silence.

All three paramedics froze.

Even Seorin froze.

"...H-huh?" one of the male paramedics whispered.

The green-haired paramedic slowly adjusted her glasses, lenses flashing dramatically under the ambulance lights.

"Her pulse... her breathing... may appear normal..."

A pause.

"...But she is standing..."

Another pause.

"...on the edge of death."

GASP.

All three paramedics covered their mouths at the same time.

Even Seorin gasped— though she wasn’t sure why she was gasping.

The green haired paramedic looked down at Seorin with deep, tragic seriousness.

"...It’s rare," she continued quietly.

"...Extremely rare..."

Her voice dropped to a whisper.

"...A condition known as—"

A dramatic pause stretched so long even the siren outside felt like it lowered its volume to listen.

"...Ultra Rare Mythical Limited-Edition Final Season Overthinking Emotional Damage Instant-Death-Maybe-But-Probably-Not, Syndrome."

Silence.

Absolute silence.

The two male paramedics’ eyes widened in horror.

"THAT DISEASE REALLY EXISTS?!"

"I-I’VE ONLY HEARD ABOUT IT IN LEGENDS!!"

Seorin’s mouth slowly opened.

"I... I’m legendary...?" she whispered weakly.

The green-haired paramedic nodded once. Gravely.

"...Stage FIVE!"

GAAAAAAAAASP.

One paramedic nearly fainted.

The female paramedic beside Seorin trembled.

"S-so... is there... any treatment...?"

The green-haired paramedic didn’t answer.

She simply... reached into the emergency kit... and slowly pulled out— a ridiculously large syringe.

The metal glinted under the ambulance lights like a weapon from a final boss battle.

Seorin’s soul immediately tried to leave her body.

"W-wait..." she croaked.

The syringe was lifted.

Higher.

Closer.

More terrifying.

Seorin suddenly SAT STRAIGHT UP.

"WOAH WOAH WOAH— I FEEL BETTER NOW BY THE WAY!! HAHA!! FULL RECOVERY!!MIRACLE HEALING!!"

While pointing to her and toward them repeatedly.

Too late.

The two male paramedics instantly grabbed her arms.

Paramedic 1: "MA’AM DON’T MOVE!!!"

Paramed 2: "THIS IS FOR YOUR OWN GOOD!!!"

"IT LOOKS LIKE IT’S FOR MY FUNERAL?!!!" Seorin screamed.

The green-haired paramedic leaned closer... slowly... menacingly... the giant syringe casting a shadow over Seorin’s entire future.

"I... no..." she said softly.

"You will die... if you don’t take this."

Her glasses flashed again.

"I know you’re pretending to be better... but you aren’t."

A single tear rolled down Seorin’s cheek.

The paramedic gasped.

"See...! I was right...! You’re... hurting...!"

Seorin trembled violently.

T-that’s not because I’m dying... she thought in pure terror.

(THAT’S BECAUSE THAT INJECTION IS BIG ENOUGH TO KILL A HORSE!!! )

(IT’LL FINISH ME FASTER THAN THE CUT ON MY HEAD!!!)

Her lips quivered.

Her shoulders shook.

And then—

"...S-sob..."

Real.

Genuine.

Heartbroken sobbing.

Not from death.

Not from pain.

But from the absolute betrayal of modern medicine.

"...I don’t want to die to a syringe..." she whispered tragically.

The ambulance siren wailed— as one perfectly healthy, extremely dramatic girl fought for her life... against vitamins...

***

(Time skip.)

The ambulance doors opened with a soft metallic click.

Cold night air slipped inside, carrying the faint smell of disinfectant and city rain.

For a moment... no one moved.

Inside the ambulance, Seorin lay staring at the ceiling lights— bright... white... slightly judgmental.

Her lips trembled.

"I..." she whispered weakly.

"...that hurt so bad..."

Her voice cracked into tiny, pitiful pieces, she slowly turned to the side— curling in on herself like a dramatically wounded hamster— and continued sobbing in a quiet betrayal.

Not from illness.

Not from injury.

But from the emotional trauma of a very large syringe.

Like imagine having a 5 Inch syringe deep inside of you. (Wrist)

A gentle hand suddenly patted her back.

"Alright," the green haired paramedic said calmly, like none of this insanity had happened.

"Stand up. Let’s go inside the hospital."

Seorin immediately shook her head.

"No..." she mumbled.

"I don’t wanna..."

A small silence.

Then—

The green-haired paramedic slowly reached for her bag.

Very slowly.

Seorin’s survival instincts activated instantly.

She shot upright like a resurrected zombie.

"WOOHOO!!! I’M STRONG!!! NEVERMIND!!! LET’S GO!!!"

she declared with a blinding, completely fake healthy smile.

The green-haired paramedic smiled faintly... and stopped reaching into her bag.

Victory.

Temporary... but victory.

They stepped out of the ambulance.

And in front of them stood the hospital.

Tall.

Bright.

Quietly overwhelming.

The glass entrance doors reflected the city lights like calm water.

White walls rose upward in clean, endless lines.

Windows glowed softly across multiple floors— each one holding stories of fear, hope, endings... and beginnings.

The faint scent of antiseptic drifted through the air, mixed with something strangely comforting.

Something... familiar.

Seorin blinked slowly.

This place...

She had been here before.

Many times.

Late nights.

Silent hallways.

Waiting rooms filled with quiet prayers she never said out loud.

Memories brushed against her chest— soft... distant... unfinished.

For just a second— her dramatic chaos... went quiet.

The automatic doors slid open with a gentle SHHSHSHSHSK.

Warm light greeted them as they stepped inside.

The lobby was spacious and clean, the polished floor reflecting the ceiling lights.

Nurses moved calmly from place to place, and distant machines hummed softly in the background.

People kept their voices low, as if everyone understood this was a place where they needed to be quiet.

They then walked toward the reception desk.

The receptionist looked up casually... and then froze.

Her eyes widened.

"O-Oh?!"

"Ma’am Seorin?!"

Seorin blinked.

Slowly... she nodded.

The receptionist leaned forward in surprise.

"Why are you here, ma’am? Isn’t your father on vacation right now?"

The words hung softly in the air.

And then—

Behind Seorin...

The green-haired paramedic reached up... and quietly removed her mask.

Seorin turned.

Looked.

Paused.

Her eyes widened—not in panic this time, but in stunned recognition.

"N-Noona...?!" she gasped, the word slipping out before she could stop it.

Because the person standing there

wasn’t just a paramedic.

It was a family.

Then the woman at the reception desk spoke.

"So... Ma’am Seorin? Why are you here?"

Seorin was still frozen in surprise.

Slowly, she lifted a hand and pointed to her temple, where a small cut had formed.

"I... I slipped and hit my head... and Google said... uh... Google said I might die in one minute..."

The receptionist let out a tired sigh— but the moment her eyes focused on the swelling on Seorin’s head and the dried blood along her forehead, her expression changed instantly.

"W-Wait— hold on."

Her chair screeched as she stood up.

"MEDICAL TEAM, NOW!"

The calm lobby shattered.

Footsteps rushed from the hallway.

Two medics appeared, pushing a wheeled stretcher straight toward Seorin.

"Head injury. Possible concussion," one of them said quickly.

Before Seorin could react, gentle but urgent hands guided her down onto the stretcher.

The wheels squeaked as they turned sharply, rushing her toward the emergency room.

"Stay awake, miss. Can you hear me?"

"Follow my finger."

"Prepare saline."

Voices overlapped. Lights passed above her in a blur.

The quiet hospital from moments ago was gone— replaced by movement, urgency, and panixs.

A few steps behind, the woman with green hair watched the scene disappear down the corridor.

She crossed her arms and sighed softly.

"...Your dad is going to be mad at you."

Another receptionist leaned against the nearby doorway, shaking her head with a helpless smile.

"Yeah... seriously..." she murmured.

"People panic over a small injuries all the time... but she’s different."

She glanced down the hallway where Seorin had been taken.

"...I keep forgetting that this girl’s father owns the entire hospital."

Both women fell silent for a moment, listening to the fading rush of wheels and voices echoing through the corridor.

"...She’ll be fine, I even syringe her, tehe," the green-haired woman said at last, though her tone carried a hint of worry.

The other receptionist nodded slowly.

"Of course she will. Nothing in this hospital is allowed to happen to her."

The hallway lights hummed quietly above them as the emergency doors closed in the distance.

***

(EMERGENCY ROOM!)

The emergency room doors burst open.

Bright white light flooded Seorin’s vision as the stretcher rolled inside at full speed.

Nurse 1:"Careful— careful!"

Doctor: "Watch the IV line!"

Nurse... idk 2?: "Move, move!"

The medical team surrounded her instantly, voices overlapping in controlled chaos.

One doctor leaned closer to inspect the wound on her forehead— and then froze.

"...Wait."

Her brows slowly pulled together.

"The... Noona Han Yumi at reception said this was a small cut... What the hell is this swelling?!"

Another nurse gasped softly.

"It’s bigger than expected— prepare disinfectant! And gauze! Hurry!"

Seorin’s eyes widened in pure terror.

"W-Wahhh?! What do you mean bigger?!" she cried, trying to lift her head.

Gentle hands immediately pushed her shoulders down.

N 2: "Miss, please stay still!"

N 1: "Don’t move!"

But Seorin kept wiggling like a frightened noodle.

"I don’t wanna get cut! I don’t wanna get stitches! I don’t wanna become Frankenstein!!!" she wailed.

"This is normal treatment!" a nurse insisted.

"IT DOESN’T FEEL NORMAL!!!" Seorin squeaked, half-sitting up again.

D 1: "Hold her steady!"

Two nurses carefully kept her in place, but she kept squirming left and right like a dramatic fish escaping.

N 1: "Ma’am, if you keep moving we can’t treat you!"

"I’M MOVING BECAUSE YOU’RE SCARY!!!" she shouted, eyes watery.

The room slowly descended into soft panic mixed with exhaustion.

"...She’s more difficult than the children’s ward," one nurse muttered under her breath.

"I heard that!!!" Seorin sniffed.

They tried again.

Disinfectant ready.

Bandages ready.

Doctor ready.

But... Seorin is still shaking like a leaf in a typhoon.

Time wasted.

Progress: zero.

And then—

BANG!

The emergency room door swung open.

Footsteps.

Calm.

Yet somehow... heavier than everyone else’s.

The entire room instinctively turned.

Standing at the doorway— was the green haired noona.

Seorin blinked.

"...Noona...?" she whispered weakly.

The green haired noona didn’t answer.

She simply walked forward.

Slowly.

Step by step.

Her expression calm... but tired... like someone who had dealt with this exact nonsense too many times before.

The nurses parted without being told.

The doctor stepped back.

Authority— silent, natural, unquestioned.

She stopped beside the stretcher.

Looked down at Seorin.

A long, quiet second passed.

Then—

She gently took Seorin’s wrist.

Seorin blinked in confusion.

"Noona...?"

A small click sound was heard.

Something cold touched her skin.

And before her brain could process it— Inject.

"...Huh?"

A strange warmth spread up her arm.

Her eyelids suddenly felt... heavy.

Very... very... heavy.

"W-wait..." Seorin murmured softly.

The ceiling lights blurred into soft white clouds.

Her voice faded into a sleepy whisper.

"T-T raitor... Noona..."

And just like that— she passed out.

Silence returned to the emergency room.

The green-haired woman released her wrist and exhaled slowly.

"...Finally," she muttered.

She glanced at the sleep Seorin.

Then—

"Shut up and get treated properly."

A small, tired sigh escaped her lips.

"...Aigo."

The nurses and doctor nodded and then started moving.

"Yes, doctor!"

"Prepare sutures!"

"Vitals stable!"

As they worked quickly and carefully— the green-haired noona stood beside the bed, arms folded.

Her expression looked annoyed.

But her eyes... lingered quietly on Seorin’s sleeping face.

Soft.

Worried.

Familiar.

Like a family who had always been there— even when Seorin didn’t