A luxurious car pulls over at the hospital lobby, a young woman arrives carrying a small baby who immediately receives assistance.

The baby does not stop crying, despite receiving treatment from the attending Doctor.

Olsen Heraklees, a baby born prematurely a few months ago on an operating table, experienced some issues after his birth.

He underwent intensive care for some time before being allowed to be taken home.

Olsen had heart abnormalities, as well as poor metabolism and immune system.

Olsen had been well taken care of; the heart abnormalities were due to his premature birth.

At his very young age, the baby had undergone various examinations, with the hope that his abnormalities would improve as he grew older.

The noticeable progress was seen in his weight, which was normal for his age, but not in the abnormalities he had.

A young Doctor who happened to be present during Olsen's birth process made a diagnosis.

"He's a resilient baby," the Doctor said to his friend who had also been involved in the baby's delivery.

"Then, what needs to be done for him?"

"Sean, he definitely needs surgery to close the open tube."

"Oscar, isn't he still too young for that?"

"Yes, you're right. It should ideally be done when he's six months old, but considering his current condition, I believe it can be done earlier."

"Sean, what's with the expression on your face. Do you know why I told you about that child?"

The Doctor approaches and sits on an empty chair, facing the young Doctor who sparked his curiosity.

"I don't understand what you mean."

"Tell me, what is your connection to the baby's family?" Oscar inquires, placing his hand on the table.

"Don't overthink it."

"Really? Then tell me, why does the baby's father keep coming here looking for you?" Oscar asks, pursuing answers out of curiosity.

"How can you be concerned with something like that?"

"I've seen him come here a few times and wait outside; the staff informed me that he's looking for you. Why are you avoiding meeting him?"

"Oscar, enjoy your time. I need to prepare for a surgery." Sean checks the clock on his wrist.

Sean prepares a few things and promptly gets up, leaving Oscar who looks puzzled by the unanswered questions.

"Do you have a relationship with his wife?!" Oscar raises his voice to get Sean's attention.

"I think you need to clear your mind," Sean replies, smiles, and quickly walks away.

From his private room, Sean quickens his pace through the hallway towards a special room.

After a while, his steps slow down, and from a distance, he decides to continue his original intent.

A special room designated for toddlers, well-maintained, one of which is occupied by the baby discussed earlier with Oscar.

There, the baby is peacefully asleep, his breathing also sounding heavy. The Doctor's gaze is fixed on the name board on the baby's bed. Olsen Heraklees, a name he is very familiar with, attached to the unfortunate baby.

Sean slowly approaches and stands, gazing intently at the small baby, whose face looks increasingly handsome in sleep.

Sean reaches out his hand and gently holds the tiny hand attached to the IV tube, softly caressing the baby's hand.

"Olsen... such a beautiful name," Sean says softly.

The handsome face causes the young Doctor not to flinch; little Olsen brings back many memories that alternately resurface in his mind.

For a moment, Sean gets lost in the past; in front of the baby, his facial expressions change several times.

From a neutral expression to a soft smile that gradually carves into sorrow and pain, erasing the brief smile from his lips.

Sean is engulfed in memories, blankly staring at the tiny baby until the baby's small movement interrupts his reverie.

"Shh... It's okay, be calm." Sean gently strokes the small hand still in his grasp.

"You must be suffering through this, but I know you're a strong child, which is why you survived that day." Sean's voice resonates, connecting the memory of the baby's birth in his words.

Olsen has a good body weight, evident in his round and plump cheeks.

His thick and long eyelashes blend with thick and tidy eyebrows, framing his increasingly charming face when Olsen closes his eyes tight.

The traits of the baby Olsen seem similar to the handsome man who left a deep wound in his heart.

A deep breath is heard from the Doctor, his focus returning to the tiny baby, and he smiles sweetly again.

"Sorry, I have to go." Sean strokes the fine hair on Olsen's head.

With cautious steps, Sean walks away, carefully moving and closing the door before leaving.

The cold hospital hallway must be traversed again; Sean walks with his head down, lifting it when footsteps approach rapidly.

"Moran...." Sean mumbles, dumbfounded.

The man who had disturbed him some time ago suddenly appeared from a distance.

His long strides quickly closed the gap, leaving only a few steps.

Sean looked left and right, trying to find a way to avoid, but they were in a one-way corridor with no place to hide.

The steps stopped just inches in front of the young Doctor standing still.

"Sean..." Moran gazed intently at the figure in a long white blazer.

"... " Sean remained silent, daring to look at the man slightly taller than him.

"Come with me!" Moran grabbed the Doctor's arm abruptly and proceeded to check on his little son.

"Moran, what are you doing? You cannot create a commotion here."

"... " Moran sealed his lips tightly.

Ignoring the rejection, they continued walking until they reached the room where the baby was being treated.

In the room, Moran stood frozen, gazing at the small baby with medical equipment attached to his tiny body.

The sight immediately sent chills down his spine.

"What happened to him?"

"... " Sean remained silent, unable to inform Moran of Olsen's condition.

The worried expression slightly affected him, causing Sean to slowly release the cold hand he had touched.

"Moran, he has a leakage in his heart. You should meet the Doctor handling him and ask what needs to be done."

"Is it serious?" Moran asked, his gaze still on his son.

"Fifty percent of births seem to experience similar issues. However, there's no need to worry too much."

"..." Moran and Sean both did not continue the conversation.

In the room, they stood staring at the tiny baby who still refused to open his eyes.

The unconscious state of the tiny baby brought the two who had long distanced themselves, now standing side by side in the same place.

Sean, overlooking his capacity, provided information to ease the tension on the handsome man's face.

"Sean, why didn't you inform me that you were in the city?"

"Well, Moran, I am working; I'm sorry, I have to go." Sean quickly took steps to end the conversation.

He didn't give a chance; swiftly walking away, leaving the father and the little baby in the room.

Sean leaned against the closed door, trying to catch some air and relieve the tightness he felt.

The feared scenario finally happened, his duty as a Doctor brought him back to the same city, having gone far, yet somehow something made them have to meet again.

Sean took a deep breath, exhaling all the distractions, as the operating table awaited him.

He walked away from the room without looking back, focusing on what he was about to do.