Tokyo: Let the wicked women pay the price!

Professor Muto truly cares about the dean's interests.

But no one would be too happy to be interrupted.

He frowned as he looked at Muto, as if he wanted an explanation.

This presented Professor Muto with a dilemma.

How can I explain this?

They said that a big shot like Hotono might be coming soon?

What if the important person forgets?

But I absolutely cannot let the dean make a decision right now, otherwise if Mr. Hatoyama calls later, wouldn't that make the dean look foolish?

I am still very grateful for his guidance and support.

Do your best.

But... this is something that can't be said publicly.

"Sir, why don't you take a break first? Everyone seems quite tired from the meeting. How about we vote later?"

The dean frowned.

What is Muto doing?

The meeting has only lasted less than 20 minutes. Is a break even necessary?

But out of his consistent trust in his subordinates, he nodded: "Then let's take a few minutes' break. Professor Muto, please come with me for a moment."

Fujino stood at the back door, listening to the sounds inside gradually fade away.

Click—

Professor Muto and the dean came out of the front door and glanced at him.

Fujino bowed slightly and watched them walk into the dean's office next door.

He only smiled slightly when he heard the latch of the door lock.

Thankfully, with Yui's help, Professor Muto really came through.

......

"You'd better explain yourself. I hate it when people interrupt me."

Professor Muto was standing in front of the dean's desk, head bowed, like a schoolchild being scolded.

Upon hearing this, he raised his head and pursed his lips.

How so?

I was invited to a banquet by Fujino, where I met Representative Yukinoshita and Mr. Hatoyama, both of whom were willing to support Fujino.

Muto is sincerely grateful to the dean; he's not brain-dead.

Can this kind of thing be discussed openly?

Especially his old boss, he knew best.

Naturally suspicious.

If I knew I had dined with Representative Yukinoshita and Mr. Hatoyama...

He was already considered the highest-ranking person below the dean.

Who goes next?

That's so hard to guess.

If a misunderstanding arises, it will not only make you look like a two-faced, ungrateful person.

It would also harm Your Excellency the Dean.

Thinking of this, he carefully chose his words and slowly began to speak:

"Sir, this matter is not simple."

"You see, why would someone as important as the chairman speak up for Fujino?"

Seeing that the dean was drinking tea and ignoring him.

Muto continued, "It must have been that day when Miss Takanashi came to see you. Don't forget, it was Miss Takanashi who asked to see the Fujino file."

The dean nodded.

Could it be that Section Chief Iwasaki is backed by Mr. Takanashi?

But if he just makes a phone call, wouldn't you understand?

Oh!

He gradually came to understand everything.

Political enemies.

It must be that Mr. Takanashi wanted to avoid suspicion and didn't want his political enemies to have any leverage over him, which is why he had someone as insignificant as Section Chief Iwasaki speak to him.

This explains why Iwasaki was so rude to him.

However, this also raises a question: would Takanashi's political enemies really protect Fujino in order to oppose him?

Impossible.

Even in partisan strife, opposing for the sake of opposing,

They would not stop the other party from performing surgery on a specialist.

Clearly, we should act decisively and decisively!

He nodded.

Professor Muto! I misunderstood you!

You are truly my trusted confidant and my most trusted advisor!

Seeing the dean nod with a smile, Muto also forced an ugly smile.

It seems that my subtle reminder has made the dean understand.

This matter must be delayed.

Never make a decision too early!

The dean, with his many years of political ups and downs, must understand.

Otherwise, how could he have maintained his position as dean?

No way.

Just as Muto was about to explain, "As long as the dust hasn't settled, it's considered a victory," the dean raised his hand and interrupted him.

"Alright, I understand. Let's go back to the meeting."

Upon hearing this, Professor Muto could only close his mouth and nod.

He has a somewhat expressionless face, which causes him to stutter a little, and his speech is still not very fluent.

I just hope the dean truly understands.

The two came out of the dean's office again and saw Fujino standing at the back door.

Only their eyes were completely different.

Muto nodded to Fujino with a faint smile on his face.

The dean's eyes were cold as he glanced at him.

Just like when seeing a cadaver, speaking without any emotion:

"Fujino, come in and listen with us."

Upon hearing this, Fujino followed them into the conference room and found a place to stand near the back door.

It's like a defendant standing behind bars in court.

The dean returned to his seat and, without much hesitation, set the tone:

"I think Fujino-kun should be investigated; it would be a way to clear his name."

This made Muto frown.

No, bro...don't you understand already?

Professor Kasai looked at Muto with a frown, completely bewildered.

What does that mean?

Has Muto betrayed us?

But he also looked puzzled.

What exactly happened?

Professor Tohsaka gave Fujino a helpless look.

Fujino-kun, we all did our best.

But in marginal departments, people have little influence, you should be able to understand that.

Professor Shinai, sitting opposite him, glanced at Fujino almost imperceptibly.

But I was incredibly excited.

How could he actually get the final payment?

The 800 million yen initial payment promised to him by the Waka family was a drop in the bucket, but the 2400 million yen final payment that Fujino could receive after the investigation was much more substantial.

It's at least equivalent to a BMW 7 Series.

He smiled and nodded at Fujino, who could be considered his lucky star.

Fujino felt the other person's gaze and nodded slightly to Professor Kannai.

Regardless, at least the gaze was well-intentioned.

The dean leaned forward slightly, holding onto the table:

"Now, gentlemen, prepare to throw—"

The bell of fate rang once again.

Ring ring—

The dean frowned; it was a phone call from Chiba Prefecture.

Is it a harassing phone call?

He hesitated for a moment, then answered the call.

Upon hearing the voice on the phone, he immediately straightened his back:

"Hi! Yukinoshita-sama, it's me, I'm listening!"

"Fujino-kun? Is he in our hospital's psychiatric ward?"

"No problem, excellent doctors won't be slandered, understood!"

"I see."

The professors in the conference room all heard the name Yukinoshita and began to discuss it amongst themselves.

Isn't that the Chiba Prefecture's powerful family member who is currently riding high and preparing to run for a seat in the Diet?

Did he call to protect Fujino?

That matter will most likely just fizzle out.

The dean put down the phone, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and glanced at Professor Muto.

What are you doing, kid?

They're actually urging me to quickly make this case airtight?

The prefectural assembly member who is running for a seat in the Diet is determined to protect Fujino.

Is this Mr. Takanashi's political enemy?

But... the dean rubbed his chin.

I think I just got flustered by the "county councilor who is running for Congress".

Even if Yukinoshita is a member of parliament, can he compare to Mr. Takanashi, the chairman of the All-Japan Doctors Association?

A local official is more powerful than a distant one!

He made up his mind.

Even Yukinoshita, a member of parliament, couldn't stop him from following in the footsteps of the bigwigs in the medical system.

"I have decided to begin an investigation into Fujino-kun's alleged involvement in PUA (Pick-Up Artist) practices."

He looked into Fujino's eyes like a judge:

"Would you mind cooperating with the investigation, Fujino-kun?"

"Your Excellency, Dean—"

Professor Muto couldn't sit still any longer. He stood up abruptly, ready to stop the dean.

Mr. Hatoyama is probably not someone the dean can handle!

But the dean waved his hand lightly, glanced at Muto, and then stopped looking at him, continuing to stare at Fujino.

Fujino met the dean's gaze and smiled slightly.

Luckily, I still have someone to rely on.

Ring ring—

The dean's cell phone is like a bustling market, with people coming and going.

He was a little annoyed this time, and seeing that there was no caller ID, he hung up the phone.

Just as he was about to continue questioning Fujino, the phone rang again.

The dean frowned, waved his hand to indicate that he was answering the phone.

What if it's an emergency?

"No one has dared to hang up on me in a long time."

The dean frowned. The voice was familiar, but the way he spoke was just too arrogant.

Who are you?

The other person's voice remained unchanged: "I am Hatoyama."

The dean immediately sprang to attention, putting all thoughts of Fujino out of his mind.

Mr. Hatoyama?

Running for prime minister, a member of parliament in charge of the Ministry of Health, Labour and Welfare?

This is a real county magistrate!

"Mr. Hatoyama, what are your instructions? We are in a meeting at the hospital, and I accidentally hung up on you. Please forgive me."

"Oh? A meeting? What's the agenda?"

The dean didn't seem to care: "It's nothing serious. It's just that a medical student is suspected of PUA, and we need to start investigating him."

"By the way, what can I do for you?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

Fujino stood at the back of the conference room and watched as the dean suddenly looked panicked, his phone slipping from his hand and he didn't even have time to pick it up.

He finally broke into a clear smile.

This farce is finally coming to an end.

The dean slumped in his chair, his eyes glazed over.

The phone on the floor had been disconnected, the professors had all left, and the investigation into Fujino was utter nonsense.

But he could still hear Mr. Hatoyama's angry words echoing in his ears.

"Fujino-kun is a doctor I respect. Are you saying he also manipulated me?"

"Should we investigate him?"

"I think I should investigate you first!"

Suddenly, a hand handed him his phone.

The dean followed the arm and saw Fujino, who remained expressionless.

He looked at Fujino absentmindedly.

Who exactly are you?