Tokyo: Let the wicked women pay the price!

Nagata, biting the pen, asked, "Matsushita-senpai, Fujino-san, how do I write this medical record?"

The three of them had already left space for the mother and daughter who had been lost and found, and they were now squatting by the curb downstairs.

Matsushita had a Seven Stars cigarette between his fingers, but didn't smoke it.

It's all just a glitch.

"Ask me?" He glanced at Nagata. "I didn't treat him, why are you asking me?"

Seeing Fujino remain silent, Nagata threw down his pen: "Damn it, no matter how I write it, it feels like I'm making up a story. The medical department will question it if they investigate."

After hesitating, Matsushita finally took a drag of his cigarette, stubbed it out, and threw it hard on the ground: "Just write [With the assistance of Dr. Fujino, psychological massage was performed, and the vegetative patient was deeply moved and suddenly woke up]."

"Hey! Fujino, stop pacing around in circles. Talk to me, will you?!"

Fujino, who had been circling in the corner, finally stopped.

"It's just that I didn't know how to write it." He pursed his lips. "It's not like I like spinning around."

"You're really composed. You've done us such a huge favor, and you weren't even that excited." Matsushita patted him on the shoulder. "A promising talent!"

Fujino bit her lip, her eyes still showing no joy, but rather a sense of confusion.

He nodded: "Matsushita-senpai, I'll head back now, I have a few more patients this afternoon."

Watching him walk away, Matsushita raised his watch, looking puzzled: "It's only 10:25. We have patients this afternoon, what's the rush?"

"Matsushita-senpai, this Fujino-kun is a bit pretentious." Nagata suddenly appeared beside him and spoke, startling Matsushita.

"Pretending?" He sneered, glancing at Nagata. "You don't know anything. Geniuses have their own temperaments."

He grew angrier the more he looked at his subordinate, and made a move to kick him, but the subordinate dodged it: "Hurry up and write the medical record for me! Honestly, how come you're such a useless piece of trash among my subordinates!"

......

In a department like neurosurgery, to have someone in a vegetative state is truly...

Professor Tohsaka felt like the sky was falling when he heard it.

This is a medical malpractice case. Even if the preoperative informed consent form clearly states this possibility, it is still a serious medical malpractice case.

Someone has to take responsibility!

It shouldn't be him anyway.

Yes, he had just returned to the hospital from out of town and was completely unaware of the situation.

Let Panasonic take the blame.

His face darkened as he dialed the internal line: "Hey? Matsushita's not here? Where could he be right now! Send someone to look for him!"

"If I get to the department in ten minutes and someone isn't there, they'll be in trouble!"

After hanging up the phone, his expression grew even more grim: "Run?! Do you think you can run? Too late, Matsushita-san, you're only thinking of running now!"

Upon arriving at the neurosurgery ward, hearing the cheerful atmosphere inside, Professor Tohsaka angrily knocked on the door: "What do you mean?"

"Such a big thing happened, and you're actually celebrating?"

"Should I go buy you carp streamers?"

Matsushita, who had been called back, was pushed in front of Professor Tohsaka by his subordinates.

They shouted, "Professor Tohsaka! This time, it was all thanks to Matsushita-senpai who turned the tide!"

Professor Tohsaka clearly didn't understand the situation.

Turn the tide?

This kid came to me crying half an hour ago, saying that a child had surgery and then became a vegetable without any warning!

Seeing his puzzled expression, Nagata fawned over him and said, "Professor Tohsaka, Matsushita-senpai's vegetative patient has woken up."

Professor Tohsaka took a moment to process what was happening and gradually came to understand everything.

"Ah!!" He patted Matsushita's shoulder hard, a genuine smile spreading across his face as he looked back and around repeatedly. "Hahaha! Matsushita, you've got some skills, kid!"

"Eh? Tohsaka-senpai isn't—"

"I knew you could do it! Back when you were a resident doctor under me, I knew you were a promising talent!!!"

"Actually, it's a psychiatric department—"

"Excellent! You haven't disappointed me!"

"It wasn't me! It was a psychiatrist who handled it."

"Hmm?" Professor Tohsaka fell into deep thought upon hearing this.

"Professor Kasai was my classmate; he's very capable."

"I also know Assistant Professor Kobe; he seems like a nice young man."

"And there's that specialist doctor, what's his name, Little Bird Swimming? He comes from a family with a long tradition in medicine. I've known his father for ten years, and he's a good kid too..."

Assistant Professor Matsushita awkwardly interrupted the professor's long-winded explanation: "It's Dr. Fujino."

He looked at Matsushita with a puzzled expression.

Who is Dr. Fujino?

......

"Dr. Fujino? He's a rising star in our psychiatry department. Old man Tohsaka, you have to treat us to dinner!" Professor Kasai laughed heartily, holding the intercom in one hand.

Fujino sat opposite him, looking embarrassed, rubbing his buttocks on the stool.

"That's right! The medical records are clear. You can't erase He Yan's achievements, or I'll never forgive you!" Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he shouted into the phone.

"Yes, yes, yes! You should thank this kid, otherwise your reputation as a neurosurgeon would be completely ruined."

"What? You'll help vote next time? That's perfect, old man Tohsaka. Okay, that's settled then." Professor Kasai laughed heartily.

He chuckled as he hung up the phone, but his smile faded slightly when he looked at Fujino: "So, you've cured the patient, escaped punishment, and made a name for yourself, yet you still look so worried?"

"People will say you're pretending to be virtuous."

Fujino knew that he had a portrait hanging up, but he couldn't hide his melancholy in front of these seasoned veterans who were good at observing expressions.

"Kasai-senpai, I'm... a little confused. Although healing is our duty, if that child wants to die, am I depriving her of her right to choose death?"

Upon hearing this, Kasai stood up, pulled back the blinds, and looked out the window: "I thought about this question thirty years ago as well. I think every excellent psychiatrist will ask this question sooner or later."

He turned around, his smile warm: "Because we treat patients as human beings, as flesh-and-blood people, not as mentally ill human monsters."

Fujino stood up, walked to the window, and asked softly, "And what's your answer?"

"That's my answer, not yours." He shook his head, returned to his desk, and a ray of sunlight shone on his bald patch. "Your answer is for you to find yourself."

"At least with this child," Fujino said, his back to Kasai, "I don't think I did anything wrong."

"I didn't just keep her alive; I also convinced her mother, Ms. Nadeshiko, to come for treatment." He looked up at the bright sunlight outside the window, as if the psychiatric ward were all dark and damp places. "I changed her environment instead of ignoring her and letting her continue to live in misery."

"At least, I changed the environment that mentally ill people depend on for survival, and I gave her a glimmer of hope."

Kasai nodded with a smile. Looking at the young man by the bedside, he felt as if he were seeing himself thirty years ago.

It looks so much like it.

buzzing-

Fujino's phone rang; it contained two text messages.

[Unknown number: Thank you for giving me a second chance at life.]

[Waka Hanako: Mr. Fujino, when are we going to do a follow-up review?]

He put his phone away.

Nothing makes doctors happier than a patient's genuine smile, especially psychiatrists.

Then I didn't do anything wrong.

Only by helping each patient find the root cause can mental illness be cured.

Lemons are like this.

Hanako should be too.

He bowed deeply to Professor Kasai: "I'll go write the medical records now, Professor."

Hearing the door close, Professor Kasai still looked at the doorway with a smile.

Have you found even a little bit of your own answer so quickly?

They're still a few points better than me.

You're pretty good.