Tokyo: Let the wicked women pay the price!

November 12, 2005, Bunkyo Ward, Tokyo, Japan, Psychiatric Clinic at the University of Tokyo Hospital.

"Doctor, may I please stop trading stocks?"

"That's your EEG."

After quickly prescribing medication for the schizophrenic patient in front of him, Fujino Kazuhiko slumped in his chair, rubbing his face.

Damn it, treating these lunatics is driving me crazy.

Fujino Kazuhiko rubbed his temples, recalling how he had been sent to Tokyo by the Great Fortune Immortal Venerable seven days ago.

At that time, although he was also a doctor, fortunately there were no doctor-patient disputes.

He is a forensic pathologist who deals with police officers and corpses.

Now, however, he has to deal with these bizarre psychiatric patients and their families. In just seven days, he has received sixteen complaints, and the "stock trading patient" will likely bring that number to seventeen.

What bad luck!

Unfortunately, he was also a doctor in his previous life, and now he doesn't have any other means of making a living, so he can only continue working at this hospital.

When he first arrived, he tried to earn some extra money by writing books from memory, but after three days of struggling, he only managed to write one sentence: "Abin's junior high school grades were not ideal."

Sigh, nothing to think about.

In Japan, being a doctor is a highly sought-after, high-paying profession; if you can get the job, just take it.

Even psychiatry is much easier than surgery or internal medicine.

But now, it's time to pack up and go home.

As he tidied the table, he noticed a paper report on the corner of the table.

Was that the woman's EEG?

Have a look.

【Ding】

[Rare find: The patient's electroencephalogram]

[Equipped Skill: Can synchronize the brainwaves of a designated target to hypnotize them (each session lasts 1 minute)]

[Note: There is a 24-hour cooldown when using skills on the same target. Please plan your time accordingly.]

[Advanced Skill: Altering the Subconscious Cognition of the Hypnotized Subject (Conditions Not Yet Met, Not Yet Unlocked)]

Fujino rubbed his eyes, looking at the semi-transparent panel that had suddenly popped up in front of him.

Tsk, I knew something was missing.

Can a time-traveling story be without a cheat code?

But this cheat code doesn't seem like that of a good person.

Hypnosis, tsk tsk.

As a native of a great Eastern country, I've adapted to local customs in Tokyo.

The thought of the vast potential applications of this skill filled Fujino with excitement, and he blurted it out unconsciously.

"Now we don't have to worry about autistic patients not being able to describe their symptoms clearly. After hypnosis, they'll be able to tell us everything in detail."

"Hypnosis? Is that part of your new high-IQ crime plan, Fujino-san?"

A middle-aged man's voice came from the doorway of the consultation room.

Fujino looked up and sighed inwardly.

Trouble always finds its own way.

Ukyo on the mountain.

The Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's Inspector is equivalent to a section-level police officer in a major Eastern country.

As for the trouble... that involves some "official cooperation" between the original owner and him: including "psychological profiling" and "psychiatric and neurological reference" consultant.

Of course, it's paid.

"If I really could hypnotize someone, I would definitely tell you never to come looking for me again, Ukyo-kun."

"What case is it this time?"

Shan Shang closed the door and lowered his voice: "Same as always, we've run into another troublesome guy this time."

Fujino nodded.

It's a troublesome opponent for every country.

A criminal suspect with a history of mental illness.

"This time it was a case of surreptitious filming. This person had been following the victim for more than ten days. When we arrested him, we also found an entire wall of photos in his home, all of them of the victims."

Fujino became interested: "Isn't this a typical pervert?"

Inspector Yamashiro opened his mouth, but his voice was hoarse.

"But the suspect has a certificate of schizophrenia issued by Dongda Hospital, and we..."

Even in 2026, before his time travel, there was no suitable way to deal with the conviction of such criminals.

In Tokyo in 2005, Inspector Yamagami was indeed helpless.

Fujino straightened his tie, took off his white coat, and hung it on the wall.

When dealing with some dangerous patients, psychiatrists often take off their white coats and only wear suits.

This can reduce the patient's resistance.

"How is this person's mental state now? Are they able to communicate normally?"

"Take a look for yourself."

Inspector Yamagami opened the door and winked at his partner outside.

Fujino also knew that person; she was Inspector Yamagami's subordinate and partner, and even considered one of their female detectives from the First Investigation Division, Kaoru Hanayama.

They were holding a suspect who was wearing jeans, had his hands cuffed in front of him, and had a paper bag with holes cut out over his head.

Fujino extended his hand: "Hello, I am Kazuhiko Fujino, a psychiatric consultant for the police."

The man ignored him and sat down on his own.

Fujino returned to her computer with a smile, giving Yama a look that said, "Be ready to come in and save me at any moment."

Inspector Yamagami closed the door and boasted to his partner about Fujino's reliability: "Kaoru, don't let Fujino's youth fool you, he's helped us solve over a dozen cases."

"Look, he just gave me a wink. He said he'd take care of everything and I shouldn't worry."

Kaoru Hanayama pursed her lips: "Inspector, that woman is difficult to deal with. Could Mr. Fujino handle her?"

"Don't ask, the answer is no problem."

"But isn't what she was tracking—"

"He said there wouldn't be any problems! Trust him!"

......

"Would you mind if I told you your name?" Fujino asked, crossing his legs as he sized up the suspect.

The more I looked at it, the more something seemed off.

Although he was hunched over, his figure was still far too short.

His shoulders were not as wide as his hips, his arms showed no signs of training, and his hands were as white as jade.

"Ha, you can't remember after two weeks since we last met formally? You must have a bad memory."

His voice was a little hoarse, but Fujino always felt it was too androgynous.

What does that mean? Haven't seen each other for two weeks?

Did I know this perverted man?

"I haven't yet asked your name, sir."

"Waka Hanako."

"Waka Hanako, what a beautiful name, like a cherry blossom in spring..."

Before he could finish speaking, he realized what was happening.

Waka Hanako, that's a woman's name, isn't it?

No, he remembers it.

Soon, he found Waka Hanako's name in the computer's medical record system.

[Waka Hanako, female, 22 years old, schizophrenia with mild depression, is advised to take sertraline hydrochloride tablets and aripiprazole tablets orally, and have a follow-up examination in two weeks.]

The prescription time is,

Two weeks ago.

I thought the voice sounded familiar; it turned out to be one of my patients from two weeks ago.

Oh, it was the original owner of this body who treated her illness back then, no wonder I didn't think of it at first.

"I remember you," he said with a strange expression. "You really are my patient."

"Right!" Waka Hanako's voice became slightly clearer as she ripped the paper bag off her head. "I knew you'd remember me."

Looking at her long white hair and small face, Fujino coughed lightly and said.

"Miss Waka, the inspector just told me that you made some... mistakes, do you understand?"

"It's just tailing and taking pictures without my consent, no big deal." Waka Hanako's smile didn't fade at all. "After all, you'll tell them that I'm schizophrenic."

"Mental patients do not bear legal responsibility, especially for minor issues like tailing."

She licked her lips and gave Fujino a charming smile: "Right?"

Fujino clenched his fist under the table.

Hey, this woman is perfectly sober!

She knew perfectly well that her actions would have no consequences.

Just like later, after he told Inspector Yamagami about her medical records, the inspector could only release her with a regretful expression.

"You know what you're doing, Miss Hanako." His eyes were icy. "Using mental illness as a pretext to commit evil?"

Today it's sneaking photos and tailing, what will it be tomorrow?

Is it a random killing game?

"Ha. Just like you know I know."

She leaned forward, her loose clothes outlining a dangerous curve, her mouth close to Fujino's ear, her breath sweet as orchids.

"Mr. Fujino, the medical records in the system cannot be hidden."

"If you're straightforward and explain the situation to the inspector, I might give you a little something in return."

"How about I come to your place tonight and we can chat?"

Fujino swallowed hard, but didn't reply immediately.

This made Waka Hanako's smile a little unrestrained.

Fujino, after all, is a man.

As long as he doesn't interfere with my plans, it's not a big deal if I end up spending the night with him.

Deleting medical records is a troublesome matter for doctors. But doctors can question whether they fabricated their medical history and suggest new tests.

If Fujino really causes trouble, then we'll have to find a way to record a video and smear him.

A psychiatrist forced a female mental patient.

Tsk tsk, this must be something the news headlines love to read.

However, what she didn't know was...

Fujino swallowed not because he was tempted, but simply because he was looking at the semi-transparent panel in front of him.

[The Villainess Worldline Correction System has been loaded]

[Target character who meets the requirements: Waka Hanako]

[Waka Hanako: Inspector or Professor Fujino, anyone who tries to stop me from filming him deserves to die! These useless bastards, if this Dr. Fujino really doesn't know what's good for him, I'll definitely ruin his reputation!]

[Worldline 1: You only do your job. Since there really are cases, just tell the truth. (Reward: You can go to Dua-ro with Hanako tonight.)]

[Worldline Two: You choose to help Hanako, proving that her condition is so severe that she cannot distinguish between fantasy and reality. (Reward: Hanako is willing to become your lover in return, valid for one month)]

[Worldline 3: Your conscience clashes with reality, and you choose to cooperate closely with the police inspector to help the victim escape Hanako's stalking. (Reward: 100000 yen in savings)]

[Worldline 4: No evil will be tolerated. Although Hanako cannot be imprisoned, you can request that she be kept under observation and receive medical treatment until she sincerely admits her mistakes, at which point you can release her. (Reward: Micro-expression analysis (Mastery))]