Before the break of dawn, the subway station was already bustling with countless people filled with desperate hope.Patients groaning in pain and families shrouded in despair. They were the ones who had chased rumors through the night and gathered here, clinging to the st remaining thread of hope.A makeshift shelter, hastily erected from old wooden pnks and worn-out tarpaulins by someone, had transformed into a temporary infirmary. In the very heart of this infirmary, Mingu sat firmly. Without a trace of fatigue, he listened intently to the pain of each person and extended a miraculous touch. From dawn till dusk, the line of people waiting for Mingu's touch never ceased.Those who were healed cried out and leaped out of the shelter. The many people in line watched the patients emerging, one by one, cured, and nurtured blossoms of hope in their hearts.Amidst the miracle of Mingu that had spread widely through the subway station, a deep shadow was gradually cast. Following an anonymous report, the police had unched an investigation into illegal medical practices. The police, having received the report, raided the shelter."Police investigation. Please cooperate."A cold air began to circute through the subway station. The police meticulously scanned every corner of the station with hawk-like eyes. However, no trace of the reported illegal medical practice was found anywhere. In fact, there was nothing at all. It was as if only the miracle had been real; not a single piece of evidence could be found. Under the heavy tension, the police search continued for a long time but ultimately ended in vain.The police, finding no evidence, finally wore faint smiles on their faces. They too had vaguely heard the news of Mingu, the news of his miracles and hope.As soon as the police left, the people who had been holding their breath burst into cheers. Their faces showed a complex mix of relief and joy. Like rain clearing and a ray of light pouring down, the subway station was once again filled with hope and vitality.Meanwhile, in the subway station pza, the line of people waiting for Mingu's touch grew longer and longer, stretching endlessly. The single file gradually curved and eventually filled the pza entirely in a bck mass. Police were redeployed to control safety. However, the waiting of the people, their eyes filled with earnestness, paid no heed to the changing of day and night.Mingu saw the countless people, but he couldn't help but feel frustrated by the fact that he could only treat a very limited number of people each day. He barely slept and often skipped meals, dedicating himself solely to treatment, yet his miraculous ability allowed him to heal only a maximum of two people per hour."Please, save my father...""My daughter... please just see her once... just once is enough..."Desperate cries and earnest voices filled the subway station. Every time Mingu reached his physical limit, he couldn't bear to ignore the desperate pleas and continued the treatment he had intended to stop, but his body was already heading towards its end. The extreme energy consumption that seemed to erode his life force each time he performed his miraculous ability was slowly consuming not only his physical body but also his mind.Meanwhile, the gratitude of those who experienced the miracle was endless, and the donated goods they continuously brought filled one side of the old subway station to overflowing. Fortunately, thanks to this, Mingu could focus solely on treatment without worrying about his immediate livelihood. However, as time passed, the number of people seeking Mingu grew enormously, and his body and mind grew heavier and heavier, as if he were carrying all the pain of the world.Then one day, in front of the long line of countless people, Mingu suddenly vanished without a trace.Like a mist, Mingu had disappeared without leaving any clue. The numerous people who had been waiting for him and those who needed him could not hide their bewilderment at his disappearance. No one knew where Mingu had gone or why he had disappeared. Only the faint warmth of his gentle touch lingered, swirling through the subway station."What happened? Where did he go? This can't be...""Please come back... what should we do? We now...""Please save our families!"The subway station seemed to teeter on the edge of chaos and silence, filled with both shouts and a suffocating stillness. The voices of people mixed with anxiety, worry, and earnestness echoed through the empty space, further highlighting the absence of the vanished Mingu. Like lost children, they barely held on to the fading remnants of Mingu's miracle, desperately yearning for his miraculous touch. But Mingu's whereabouts remained unknown, and their light of hope gradually faded like receding waves.In the end, people exchanged their final farewells in heavy silence and scattered in all directions. Like a pce ravaged by a storm, the subway station transformed into an empty space with only the dipidated shelter that had been a hospital and a cold silence remaining. Their departing footsteps were heavy, and their shoulders bore the slumped traces of a life weighed down by the absence of hope's wings.The warmth of Mingu's miracle had vanished entirely. A heavy darkness descended once again upon the subway station, and people dispersed to confront their individual despairs anew. As if awakened from a long dream, they stood once more before the cold, hard wall of reality.