Tokyo: Let the wicked women pay the price!

Sitting in the office of the First Surgery Department.

Fujino observed Professor Muto calmly.

Although the other person was sitting behind a desk, he was sitting on a meeting bench.

But it seems that the difference isn't that big.

"Fujino-kun, I already told the Dean that he misunderstood."

There was something complicated in Muto Shinnosuke's eyes.

Unexpectedly, the dean still made the wrong choice in the end.

It even led Mr. Hatoyama to say those kinds of things.

Which of these people could withstand scrutiny in order to become the director of a major hospital?

After you've finished investigating yours, now it's my turn.

If the investigation goes wrong, we'll all be doomed.

The dean has finished.

I need to quickly make up for my image with Fujino.

If he thinks he's a traitor, that would be troublesome.

"Professor Shinnosuke, you don't actually need to explain to me."

Fujino hadn't actually prepared anything.

He knew perfectly well that he was just a dog relying on its master's power.

Surely no one really thinks that Mr. Hatoyama stood up for them for nothing?

He obtained that information in exchange for Himegami Ayame's information.

Just like now, even a big shot like Professor Muto is only being polite to him because he's intimidated and concerned for his own safety.

Otherwise, he wouldn't even be qualified to enter the First Surgical Professor's office.

But it is clear that the need for safety is indeed the most basic need that Maslow believed in.

Even Professor Muto bowed down at Fujino's feet, begging for his kind words.

Even just not talking nonsense to Mr. Hatoyama.

Fujino wouldn't tell them that his influence with Mr. Hatoyama was overestimated.

After all, he was happy to see things resolved this way.

"Professor Muto, as you know, my goal is very simple. It's not aimed at anyone in particular; I just want to take the specialized medical exam."

What he said was true.

Muto nodded in agreement. "That's the best!"

I just hope that Fujino wasn't sent by Mr. Hatoyama to the hospital with the sole purpose of getting rid of the hospital director.

He was the first to stand up and extend his hand to Fujino.

"Fujino-kun, I really believe in you!"

"If you need anything at the hospital in the future, just come find me!"

His implied meaning was very clear.

Promise the future in exchange for the present.

After all, if the dean were to step down, Muto Shinnosuke would be the one to succeed him.

He needs to think about himself.

Fujino dared not respond to such a big matter.

It's a minor matter for a fox to borrow the tiger's power; the tiger won't get angry.

However, if one oversteps the bounds, the problem will be much bigger.

"I can't guarantee you anything. After all, I'm not exactly a nobody. Last time was the first time I met Mr. Hatoyama."

Fujino stood up, grasped Muto's hand, and bowed slightly.

Muto's lips twitched twice, his expressionless face almost giving way.

He didn't believe that nonsense.

On your very first meeting, you asked Mr. Hatoyama to kill the dean of the University of Tokyo Hospital?

What about next time?

He dared not be arrogant, lest the other party find another excuse to use against him.

Muto held Fujino's hand and bowed.

There were no witnesses to this bizarre scene.

A superior bows and shakes hands with a subordinate.

It felt like they were being treated as equals.

......

On his way back to the psychiatric ward, Fujino was still thinking about what Muto had just said.

"Don't worry, I'll explain it to the Association of Neurologists and Psychiatrists. You can focus on preparing for the exam."

This is what Fujino most wanted to hear.

As he said, his original intention was simply to participate in a specialized medical test.

Only after receiving this guarantee did he truly feel safe.

Although promises made by others cannot be guaranteed to be kept, Muto was completely on edge at this moment and dared not disobey them.

Thinking of this, Fujino actually laughed.

Do I even deserve to use phrases like "two-faced" with Muto Shinnosuke?

He pushed open the door of the psychiatric ward.

Beep—

Two loud bangs were followed by a series of horn blares.

Petals fell like raindrops, and ribbons of color landed on Fujino's head.

Fujino instinctively took half a step back.

But he quickly realized what was happening, awkwardly ripped off the ribbon in front of him, and chuckled as he looked at his colleagues.

He hadn't expected this.

The psychiatric ward has never been a lively place in the hospital.

There were no emergency calls from the surgical department, no on-call shifts from the internal medicine department, and even the footsteps in the corridor were quieter than in other departments.

In all the time he'd been here, the biggest spectacle he'd ever witnessed was Professor Kasai treating everyone to takeout sushi.

But now, everyone in the medical department has stood up.

Someone was blowing one of those 300-yen plastic horns, someone was recording a video with their phone, and someone else threw another handful of small flowers on his head.

"Fujino-senpai! Congratulations!"

"Fujino-kun is treating us to dinner this time!"

"Fujino-senpai, the professor just said you'll definitely pass the medical school entrance exam!"

He was pushed into the clinic by a group of people, with colorful ribbons hanging on his head.

Professor Kasai stood at the office door, clapping and smiling at him.

His face, which usually showed only a slight smile, was now grinning from ear to ear, and he burst into laughter.

He was genuinely happy for his disciple:

"Fujino, are you relieved now? Get ready for your medical specialty exam!"

Assistant Professor Kobe patted him on the shoulder and handed him a cupcake.

"Alright! Our clinic needs a second specialist!"

Fujino had never seen his colleagues so lively before, and for a moment he was at a loss and ran around in circles.

He took the cake and tasted it.

The taste was just so-so.

But it tastes delicious.

The festive noise didn't last long, as it couldn't interfere with work.

But everyone felt that the psychiatric ward, which usually looked gloomy, seemed to have become a bit brighter.

Yes, Fujino's innocence was cleared, which was a great encouragement to the entire psychiatric department.

You can't just accuse your own excellent doctor!

At least there's some evidence, instead of something completely fabricated!

Fujino couldn't suppress the smile on his face, looking rather cheerful.

Before he could even settle into his seat, he saw his apprentice, Tsuchimikado, approaching him.

"Congratulations, Fujino-senpai!"

He was holding a bowl of handmade sushi, the kind he made himself, and it didn't look very appealing.

Tsuchimikado's eyes were red as he handed it over:

"Senior! I knew you could get out of this! Waaah..."

She stammered for a long time before finally bursting into tears.

Fujino patted the chubby boy's head, his smile sincere.

This sushi must have been made this morning.

What were Tsuchimikado's feelings when he made the hand-held device?

Is this just a consolation prize for himself?

Or was it a farewell meal?

How thoughtful!

He took a bite of the scallop; the seaweed tasted mediocre, the rice was a bit cold and hard, and the mayonnaise was the lowest quality kind from the supermarket.

But it's really delicious.

So he already had such deep ties with this medical institution?

Just as Fujino handed Tsuchimikado a piece of paper, he felt someone poking him on the shoulder.

His voice was cold, even angry.

"Fujino, come to my office."

Kotori Yuki?

Fujino frowned, and when he turned around, he could only see the woman's back.

No?

Are you crazy?

The camera still has your video.