Not long before, at Seowon Guild.

Nam Woo-jin unleashed a storm of reprimands. “Of course, you had to cause trouble! Why don’t you ever think about taking it easy when you’re injured? And you—Lee Sa-young—what on earth were you doing instead of helping him? Losing your memory doesn’t give you free rein. You should be treating J with respect!” His scolding was sharp and unrelenting. On top of that, Uijae was dragged off for a physical exam afterward.

Nam Woo-jin gave Uijae a hard stare, scrutinizing him.

“At the very least, it looks like your body’s recovered somewhat.”

“Yes, sir.”

Uijae responded politely, hands clasped. He hadn’t realized before just how intimidating Nam Woo-jin could be when angry; it was enough to make even the fearless Uijae’s hair stand on end. Nam Woo-jin waved a file at him, his gaze intense.

“But don’t go around acting up again! You never know when a relapse could hit.”