Cancer.

    Anyone living in modern times has a disease with anxiety in the corner of their heart.

    Park Ok-pal opened his mouth with a gloomy expression. As if you''re talking about someone other than yourself.

    -I''ve lived my whole life without even putting a cigarette in my mouth, but one day I had a stomachache, so I got tested and found that I had stage 3 lung cancer. It''s already metastasis all over the body, so there''s no hope for treatment, and it''

    "……I see."

    Cancer

    It is a disease that has killed the most people around the world, and at the same time is one of the eternal tasks that mankind must overcome.

    It was often quite late when I noticed it like Park Ok-pal, who is nicknamed Silent Assassin.

    From the perspective of those who suddenly got cancer, they were well off, but suddenly one day they were sentenced to a time limit like a bolt out of the blue.

    The cure rate is extremely low compared to other diseases, and the recurrence rate is tremendously high.

    Even if the whole body was metastasized in the third stage, the survival rate would fall to the bottom.

    It was a cancer that killed so many people, but now that I think about it, it was far from a day.

    I''m sure he does. This is because Park Ok-pal was the first ghost to die of cancer among ghosts who had even a slight connection with Haru.

    What is the reason?

    Is it because I don''t hold grudges when I die of cancer?

    One day I thought it wasn''t.

    "It must have been hard."

    I''ve been fighting the disease for almost three years. I''ve been doing chemotherapy dozens of times. So at the end of this year, I was just going crazy. I should''ve just died sooner. I keep thinking about that.

    But I think I endured it in three years. Don''t you think so? I heard you were in the final stage of lung cancer.

    -Right, it lasted well. It''s no regret.

    The treatment of cancer is unimaginably painful.

    In particular, lung cancer is notorious for its enormous size of pain patients receive compared to other cancers.

    When a tumor occurs in the lungs, the function of the lungs decreases and the water fills up.

    Then a person becomes unable to breathe. The only way is to force oxygen into the body.

    Breathless pain cannot be completely controlled by any painkiller in the world.

    It is no exaggeration to say that it is one of the worst pains a person can feel.

    Park Ok-pal endured the pain of life expectancy for as long as three years, not the treatment.

    And it wouldn''t just be the pain the patient felt alone.

    This was one of the reasons why she struggled, and most cancer patients somehow tried to last another day.

    I had only one daughter in my blood. Spending all the money you''ve saved up, nursing without sleeping. They ask me to endure one more night every night. How can I die? I''ve been through and through.

    "Falling..."

    Does that mean Park Ok-pal''s han couldn''t endure any longer?

    It wasn''t.

    Then there would be a flood of ghosts all over the world. Few people would hate to live more just because they are sick.

    By the way, right? I used to love fish-shaped buns. I''d like to have a full red bean fish-shaped bun.

    It''s a little out of the blue, but bungeoppang has appeared.

    Not just Kim Ho Sung. There must have been a lot of people in the world who liked bungeoppang.

    She''s been buying bungeoppang ever since. It was in the middle of winter. I can still remember clearly. It was the day when it snowed heavily out of the hospital window. You know, when he''s soaked in snow, right?''Mom, eat this. I bought it at a new store in front of my house, and it''s a fish-shaped bun. You like your mom.’

    At that time, Park Ok-pal said that he was having a hard time even eating as his illness got worse.

    It was hard to swallow food, and even though I knew I had to eat, I felt nauseous whenever I ate something.

    In addition, Park Ok-pal was not a big fan of bungeoppang.

    My daughter preferred it, not me. Bungeoppang. I bought it whenever I thought of it and went home. I think I thought I liked it. Well, by the way.

    However, she can''t help but eat what she bought for herself.

    Park Ok-pal liked it as much as he could and took a bite out of it.

    by the way

    It was delicious. It''s just full of red beans. Of course, it''s not because it''s just a lot of filling. Anyway, it was really good. The sweet taste melts in my mouth. It was okay.

    I could eat bungeoppang. I was able to eat and cheer up.

    Since then, Choi Na-ra has always bought fish-shaped buns whenever she visits the hospital.

    She worked at a call center at a company near her house, and she came to visit her almost every day after work, so she bought fish-shaped buns almost every day.

    "Then, Mr. Myeong-seok said he was a regular customer."

    There were two regulars that Myung-seok especially remembered.

    A child in elementary school, and a woman in her 20s.

    Perhaps the woman in Myung-seok''s memory was Choi Na-ra.

    Ah, ah, ah!

    Just then, one day finally remembered.

    The woman in that picture in the rocket. And the name Choi Nara.

    I thought I was used to it. It''s nothing but that they came to eat in the past to eat in heaven.

    The call center staff. I was bullied at work and spent my meal, but I even remembered the expression that cheered me up with a glass of yogurt strawberry shake made by Haru.

    I can''t believe Nara Choi was a guest who was involved with Haru once.

    By the way, what happened?

    Myung-seok said that Choi Na-ra did not come to buy fish-shaped buns at some point. If then,

    But this is what happened to me. A few months before I became like this in Korea, I didn''t miss a day and visited the hospital. He told me not to come, but he used to come.

    That''s the case with cancer.

    The same is true when you go, as if you suddenly pop up without any notice.

    A person who eats well until morning and watches TV with a smile, without any notice, gets in a bad condition as soon as it becomes evening.

    Oxygen saturation goes down like crazy, and the heart stops beating.

    That you don''t know when things change and when they''re going to get worse.

    This is one of the reasons people call cancer the worst disease.

    You mean me? He''s been in good shape. He suddenly left one day. My heart stopped suddenly. I couldn''t revive it. But... it''s okay to be dead. Well, I''ve prepared my heart. I''m done organizing my surroundings.

    "And your daughter."

    - I guess our country wasn''t like that. I don''t know if it''s because I didn''t make it to my death. I died and became a ghost. I came all the way to my house in Korea. When I went inside. Oh, my God. You know what surprised me?Park Ok-pal spoke in a flat voice as if he were reading a fairy tale.

    But one day I could tell.

    That she is deliberately maintaining this tension.

    In order to prevent his feelings from collapsing, he is deliberately speaking as if he is talking about others''

    The house is a total mess. In the middle of it, our country is hugging my pillow and crying. I''m telling you... I almost didn''t recognize you at first.

    You almost didn''t recognize her?

    You lost a lot of weight. No, it''s not. It''s almost leather and bones. I saw that you didn''t eat anything and just cried. It''s been a few days since I''ve been such a wreck. Yesterday... and.

    When Park Ok-pal said so, he could not stand it anymore.

    Her eyes were moistened, and tears began to flow down her red eyes.

    Park Ok-pal did not make crying or giggling sounds. The expression barely changed either.

    All I could do was shed tears. Because it was a ghost, the tears could not reach the ground and disappear, but flew into the air and disappeared.

    Park Ok-pal was a strong woman and a mother. And because I had to shed too much tears when I was already alive.

    “…….”

    One day also couldn''t shake off one''s lonely heart.

    Although it looked hard, I couldn''t believe that the person who smiled so broadly saying that the dumpling soup was delicious was struggling in depression in just a few days.

    Park Ok-pal soon took Choi Han-seok''s hand. Choi Han-seok shouted because his grip was stronger than expected.

    You said you were the owner of the restaurant. Ghosts told me that I''m a good cook. Mr. Haru.

    "That''s right. First of all, yes."

    Help me. I''ll do anything I can. If it''s money, I''ll give you everything you have. So please...… please let our country have a proper meal. I felt like he was going to faint yesterday too, so if he really falls down in the corner of the house, there''s no one to help him. So...

    Park Ok-pal suddenly knelt down and appealed wildly.

    Surprised Haru and Yumi asked her to get up quickly, but she didn''t budge.

    Our country was originally a very strong child, but I don''t know why it suddenly collapsed to this extent.

    But at this rate, I really think my daughter will follow in my footsteps.

    I can''t stand it even if I have a grudge flying in the sky.

    Park Ok-pal''s pathetic voice filled the dark table heaven.

    I know how many times a day I get it. It was not until Park Ok-pal finally stood up again.

    "First of all, we''ll find out a little more. And then...…. I''ll do my best. I''ll make sure your daughter eats a delicious meal and gets through it."

    -Thank you. Thank you, boss...….

    "Don''t worry, just go inside."

    Our day may seem a bit dull on the outside, but we''re full on the inside. Like the fish-shaped bun that my uncle ate. So trust him and wait for him, okay?

    Yumi and Choi Han-seok saw Park Ok-pal outside the restaurant.

    She picked up all the money in her wallet and put it in front of the counter, saying she wanted to pay for the meal first.

    The money in the ghosts'' wallets was a condolence money from the people who came to the funeral.

    Dozens of 50,000 won and 100,000 won bills were piled up.

    "You don''t have to give it to me. Oh, my dear.One day picked up the money carefully, one by one.

    Money turned into light and disappeared into Haru and Yumi''s time.

    The hands of the clock go strong with a fluttering sound.

    It didn''t count how many laps.

    -Haru, so, what are you gonna do? I saw that you were involved with Myungseok. Mrs. Han.

    "It''s the same. I''m a chef. Since I received orders for food and food. Nara is also a guest of heaven at our table.”

    There''s only one thing a cook has to do.

    You see ghosts, you release your resentment, you know. Various adjectives have been attached, but the essence has not changed.

    "You have to cook. A bowl of warm food for Mr. Park Ok-pal''s daughter and Mr. Choi Na-ra."

    Then I picked up my cell phone and called someone right away.

    I was a little worried because it was late, but fortunately I got a call right away.

    Mr. Haru! What''s the matter?

    "Myungseok, I''m sorry for the late hour. I''d like to ask you something urgently."

    -It''s okay! Chef Haru, you should always answer the phone 365 days a year! So, what''s the matter?

    The brightness of his half-asleep voice quickly came to his senses.

    Haru asked him, who seemed to be in a standing position for some reason.

    "The regular customer you told me last time. Can you do a little more?"