Soul Patch

Chapter 304 Kawashima Okusan
The Toyota turned from the north side of the park and followed the winding bridge onto the Second Ring Road.

After entering the main road, the car's speed increased dramatically, speeding all the way to the northern suburbs of the capital.

On city roads, maintaining a speed of 110-120 km/h is already the fastest you can go, and maintaining that speed is very tiring.

After stopping the car, the driver climbed out and wearily patted his arms and legs.

He swayed his neck from side to side and slowly walked to the back seat of the car.

The two of them worked together to carry Morita into a shop next door.

This is a shop on the ground floor of a mixed-use commercial and residential building. The storefront is small, and it has a sign that says "Wholesale Seafood".

The door opened from the inside, and a middle-aged woman in pajamas stood in the doorway.

Seeing the two of them supporting Morita, Morita's face turned pale, and his arms and legs hung limply at his sides.

Her heart clenched, and she rushed over, crying out, "Morita, Morita!"

Morita was already unconscious, so how could he possibly respond to her?

Seeing this, Matsuyama quickly said, "His injuries are quite serious..."

After saying that, he looked around warily and said, "I'm sorry to have troubled you. Let's go inside and talk."

The woman then realized her lapse in decorum and hurriedly stepped back a few paces to make way for her.

The woman calmed down a little, nodded, and said softly, "Matsuyama-kun, Saki-kun, please forgive my rudeness just now. Let's go upstairs!"

After speaking, he looked at Morita again and again, sighing repeatedly.

The man called Saki politely leaned forward towards her, bowed his head, and said sincerely, "Kawashima Eiko, I'm sorry to have troubled you!"

"Saki-kun, don't be shy. I've already called Dr. Sakuragi, he'll be here soon."

After Kawashima Eiko finished speaking, she lowered her head slightly and took small, quick steps up the stairs.

After the group settled Morita in, her phone rang.

She spoke a few words lightly, then put away the phone: "I'll go open the door, the doctor has arrived."

The doctor who arrived was of medium height and slightly overweight. Several people nodded politely to each other and said "Please take care of me" (Japanese etiquette ~ covering face).

The doctor lifted Morita's shirt and saw two bleeding bullet holes. His face darkened: "He was shot twice... both in the abdomen!"

After a while, he added with a sigh, "The gunshot wound was quite far from the heart, so it's a stroke of luck amidst misfortune."

He picked up the medical kit, applied sterile surgical protective gear to the patient, put on sterile gloves himself, disinfected, and made the incision...

"pat"

"pat"

One bullet after another was removed.

Dr. Sakuragi let out a long sigh and slumped into his chair.

The surgery lasted for almost two hours, leaving him severely exhausted; his clothes were soaked with sweat.

Kawashima Eiko quickly handed him a handkerchief so he could wipe his sweat.

Seeing that the surgery was complete, the three of them gathered around.

Morita was still unconscious; his face was completely drained of color, and he looked frighteningly pale...

The three of them watched and kept sighing in amazement.

Especially Kawashima Eiko, who wiped away her tears with heartache and muttered, "If Morita's mother knew, she would be heartbroken."

She and the Morita family have been friends for generations; she immigrated here years ago to run a seafood business. When Morita arrived this time, his mother specifically asked them to help take care of him.

Morita is quite skilled; he always managed to escape unscathed from dangerous situations before. How could he be so badly injured this time? She took out a tissue and wiped away her tears.

Songshan looked horrified. He said with lingering fear, "I think I was ambushed. When I went to pick him up as agreed, he suddenly appeared in front of my car like a ghost. If I hadn't braked in time, I would have hit him!"

Saki glanced at Matsuyama, then at Morita lying on the ground, a relieved smile on his face: "Thank goodness, he escaped. Morita never fails, and I believe he will do the same this time."

Kawashima Eiko listened to the men's words and sighed helplessly. She deftly wrung out a hot towel and gently wiped the sweat from Morita's forehead.

This action seemed to provoke Morita, who suddenly opened his eyes wide and grabbed Kawashima Eiko's arm.

Kawashima Eiko was startled, dropping the towel from her hand. She bent down to comfort her, "Morita, it's me, Eiko."
Morita looked at her groggily, and moved his lips: "Kawashima Okusan..."

Morita's voice was very soft, almost a muffled murmur, and Kawashima Eiko couldn't hear what he said.

She stepped forward and took Morita's hand, saying softly, "Morita, don't speak, you're badly injured."

Upon hearing the mention of his injury, Morita seemed to remember something, and he struggled to get up.

At this, the two men next to him stepped forward to stop him, and even Dr. Sakuragi, who was sitting a little further away, stood up and warned, "Morita-kun, don't get up, you absolutely mustn't get up. Your wound has just been stitched up, and strenuous exercise will tear it open."

Morita groped around on his body and found it was gone... His lips moved.

But he spoke too softly, and they couldn't hear what he was saying at all.

What does he mean?
Everyone looked at each other, wondering what Morita was up to!
Kawashima Eiko pondered for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Morita, do you want some water... or... something to eat?"

"Women's way of thinking..." Morita thought to himself as he tried to speak loudly, his hand trembling as he pointed at himself.

It seems my guess was wrong.

Matsuyama stared blankly at Morita, then suddenly seemed to remember something. He quickly grabbed Morita's clothes from beside the bed, handed them over, and asked, "Do you need clothes?"

A man's thoughts... A glimmer of light finally appeared in Morita's dazed eyes.

Matsuyama quickly felt through all the clothes and finally found a small box in the inside pocket.

When Morita saw the small black box, he breathed a sigh of relief: thank goodness it wasn't lost.

He used all his strength to turn his arm over, his fingers trembling slightly.

This time, Saki understood: "Open it and put the contents in his hands."

They took the amulet out of the exquisitely crafted little box.

Oh, it's an amulet!
This is familiar to people from island nations; it's used for praying for blessings.

Morita originally hoped that this amulet would help him recover quickly.

Kawashima Eiko smiled happily: "Morita, tomorrow I'll have your mother go to Senso-ji Temple and ask her to get you a talisman for good health!"

Women, women's thinking is truly deadly... Morita wished he could jump up and dig out the spirit stones from the amulet.

Seeing that Morita's expression grew even more unpleasant after hearing her words, Eiko Kawashima asked with concern, "Morita, is something wrong?"

Kawashima okusan... Morita's face was ashen.

The Japanese Onmyoji, translated, means: I actually have a nagging, overly concerned elder! My mentality is shattered.

Matsuyama once again saved the immobile Morita, and suddenly took out a small gray stone from it.

"Ah! Matsuyama-kun, what are you doing? The amulet must never be opened!" Kawashima Eiko began to ramble on, "The amulet..."

Kawashima okusan... Morita looked at Matsuyama with a "go to hell" look in his eyes.

It turned out that Matsuyama's face was filled with utter despair...

When someone who is suffering discovers that another person is even worse off, their mindset instantly becomes better!
Morita smiled, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

(End of this chapter)