Tokyo: Let the wicked women pay the price!

The enemy has been found.

The enemy is at Honnoji Temple.

Right here in this psychiatric ward.

But Fujino was still puzzled, wondering what he had done to offend this shorty.

He watched the little bird swim with a smug, amused expression, and a wave of nausea washed over him.

But at this moment, he knew he couldn't show it.

They should even act more bewildered.

"Senior Mitsuki, is there something you need?"

"Stop with the 'yin-yang' tactics! Psychiatrists should use neurotransmitter chemistry and imaging results for diagnosis and treatment!"

He felt a little annoyed by the bird's high-pitched chirping and its noisy, waving-its-legs manner.

He doesn't have the habit of watching circuses.

"If you still insist on talking about these vague and unrealistic things, then I'll have to excuse myself."

Now that you've got the thread, is it really that hard to untangle the ball of yarn?

Who is the powerful backer behind Koki Takanashi?

Her sugar daddy?

Or family?

Takanashi was clearly not so easily fooled; she grabbed Fujino's arm:

"I'll say it again: I can't let a charlatan pass the specialized medical exam."

Fujino pried her fingers apart, and a hint of displeasure finally appeared on his face.

You can call me greedy and lustful.

But I truly do my best to treat every patient, even though I used the system's capabilities. Tell me, was I cured or not?

Our psychiatry department isn't as technically demanding as surgery, nor does it involve as many tests as internal medicine; rather, it's more like an interdisciplinary field combining sociology and medicine.

From an outcome-oriented perspective, true treatment is enabling patients to reintegrate into society.

Is letting them live expressionless lives on sertraline and other drugs your cure?

He immediately understood Kotori.

He also disapproved of her treatment philosophy!

The morning sunlight streamed in through the window, casting shadows on the window frame between the vines and the birds, as if dividing the space into yin and yang.

It's similar to their approach to diagnosis and treatment.

The difference is clear.

He didn't want to say anything more; it was pointless.

In ideological debates, neither side can convince the other.

He felt a little bitter.

I used to think that psychiatry was a pure land, unlike surgery where there were so many conflicts of interest, and people would fight to the death for a professorship.

But in the end, he still got caught up in the quagmire of office politics.

there is always a solution to a problem.

He wanted to continue receiving treatment at Dongda Hospital, further improve his professional title, help more patients, and incidentally earn more money.

It seems the only option left is to fight the powerful expert that Takanashi invited.

Then let's fight.

He didn't say anything more, ignoring the short woman who was already difficult to see by looking down, and knocked on the door of the VIP ward.

When the door is closed, the world seems to become quiet.

By the window, Miss Yukinoshita sat on the bed, straightening her upper body and looking at Fujino with a smile.

"It's been a long time, Dr. Fujino."

He scratched his head, realizing he shouldn't have taken his temper out on the patient. He took a few deep breaths, and Fujino forced an awkward smile.

"Tsk, that's even uglier than your cold face just now. Stop laughing."

Hearing Yui's teasing, he actually laughed out loud.

He pulled out a chair, sat down, and asked about his recent recovery.

After hearing Yui recount her recovery process, he was genuinely happy for her.

But Yui's eyes flickered slightly as she noticed Fujino's absent-mindedness. She took Fujino's hand and asked softly:

"It sounded like you and Dr. Takanashi were arguing just now... Did something happen?"

Fujino was wondering how to start a conversation with her when she offered the opening line.

He hesitated for a moment before slowly saying, "I'd like to ask you for a favor."

A look of joy flashed across Yui's face.

She absolutely adores Dr. Takanashi!

How could she actually force Fujino to ask her for help? She'll have to give her a big red envelope after she's discharged from the hospital.

She sat up straight, making a slightly disdainful scrutinizing expression as she looked Fujino up and down with a sidelong glance.

Is this how you ask for a favor?

Fujino froze, but a surge of anger rose within him.

Have these two taken the wrong medicine?

Takanashi, that crazy bastard, is targeting me for no reason. And now even you, the gentle young lady, are getting into trouble?

How do you ask for favors? Do you want me to lick your feet?

The slightly fawning smile on his face gradually faded, and he stood up and walked closer to Yui's bedside.

A tall figure blocked the sunlight from the window, casting a shadow over Yui.

This made Yui feel an electric current running down her spine, causing her to tremble involuntarily.

I don't know if it's fear, or...

Fujino stopped talking nonsense: "You said you would help me. Have you forgotten?!"

Yui gripped the blanket tightly, using all her strength to suppress a sneer: "Didn't I promise you I'd investigate Himegami Ayame?"

She gritted her teeth, feigning reluctance: "Don't push your luck!"

The last trace of hesitation on Fujino's face faded.

He needs the young lady's help to find out who the powerful figure behind it all is.

His file had already been retrieved and reviewed, and with the exam approaching, he really wasn't in the mood to coax the young lady and take it slow.

"Are you out of your mind, Ms. Yui?"

"I'm asking you for a favor, but you should be aware of your situation!"

He took out his phone and waved it in front of Yui.

They all knew what was inside that could completely strip Yui of her inheritance rights.

Yukinoshita Yui's face gradually turned pale. She lowered her head and pursed her lips tightly.

I can't let Fujino see the smile on my face!

Her voice, trembling with tears, rang out: "What exactly are you ordering me to do?!"

Fujino didn't care about his wording and continued talking along with her.

"I order you to find out who is behind Takanashi Mitsuki and why they are checking my file."

"What's their purpose in targeting me?"

Upon hearing the command, Yui's gaze became somewhat unfocused, and her body unconsciously swayed.

Suddenly she froze, and looked up abruptly.

Her eyes, which had been glistening with tears just moments before, were now filled with anger.

Targeting Fujino? Kotori Mitsuki?

What level are you at?

Dare to target Fujino?

The red envelope I just promised you is gone!

I can't kill you!

"What? Targeting you? Leave this to me! Don't worry!"

Fujino nodded slightly and thanked him.

After that awkward exchange, he didn't want to linger in the ward any longer.

Yui watched him leave, her eyes still sparkling.

Only then did they summon the family's maid.

She pulled out a tissue and wiped herself quickly.

Then, she turned to look at the maid, resuming her aloof demeanor:

"Go back and investigate Kotori Mitsuki and the people behind her. See why they took away Mr. Fujino's file."

Her eyes flickered.

In fact, someone with such power is probably of a higher social standing than her family.

But Fujino?

He can't afford to offend such a powerful figure.

This is probably just someone using someone else's name to create a false impression, conducting a cursory investigation, and trying to suppress this medical specialist.

Fujino was the first person to give her this feeling.

Every time she was controlled or ordered around by him, Yui felt a joy that didn't require her to think.

There's also that feeling of all the pressure from the past twenty years being released instantly.

Very high.

If she could lend a hand, she wouldn't mind helping out Fujino, who was quite useful.

As for falling into enemy hands? A cold smile flashed across her face.

How could that be?

"Is there anything else you need, young lady?"

"While you're at it, look up some information about Kazuhiko Fujino and bring it over as well."

Yui pursed her lips and called to the maid who was walking towards the door.

"that......"

"Bring me a new pair of panties."

"There should still be some."

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