Tokyo: Starting with taking on his wife's debts

He had heard every word of Hideaki's yelling during his phone call with Chieko, and silently counted them on his fingers:

The woman on the phone was named Chieko, his first wife was named Riko, and there was a depressed woman named Misako. It seems the three of them still lived together. It also seems that Ayako, Ezaki Yoko... and Eri, whom he kicked out without batting an eye, and Tachibana, who was in a "cooling-off period" after the breakup... plus the young widow in the village, he had too many women to count on one hand.

This guy even wants Chieko to repeat his exact words to his first wife.

What a beast! Just because he has a few stinking coins, he's so blatantly cheating on his wife. He's an absolute beast.

Those women are really... the world is going to the dogs...

Mr. Nagata couldn't help but think of himself; his ex-wife had complained about their poverty and wanted a divorce, then ran off with a wealthy businessman...

This little bastard owns a company, he's got money... I'll charge him 1,000 yen for this cup of instant noodles, and 10,000 yen for his phone bill...

"Hey! I was on the phone with my wife and forgot about this woman," Xiuming slapped his thigh, threw down his cup of noodles, and ran out, shouting as he ran, "Put it on my tab, I'll bring you the money later..."

"asshole……"

The funeral procession walks for more than ten minutes to the temple outside the village for cremation. After the cremation is complete, a little bone powder is taken out with chopsticks, put into an urn, and taken home to be enshrined. The rest is then buried.

As Xiuming ran out of the convenience store, in the distance, on the dirt road through the lush green rice paddies, several villagers and a small group, pushing back flatbed carts, walked slowly away, sifting paper money as they trudged through the mud and braved the light drizzle.

At the back of the line, Funakawa Yoshiko had already fainted and was being supported by a burly woman. Another woman shouted to the people in front, saying that Funakawa Yoshiko should be put on a flatbed cart and pulled along with them...

Xiuming glanced at the intelligence information. Of the previous three pieces of intelligence, one about pepper spray had already achieved the "one good achievement" and disappeared.

There are two left now.

One piece of information is for the completed "Solo Vigil" event. The "Good Review" achievement has not yet been achieved, but it is already locked and this information will not change.

The other condition is "high fever and coma," which suggests that she won't die before midnight...

The villagers thought she had fainted from excessive grief over the death of her husband.

It's already quite serious, isn't it?

Xiuming didn't have time to think and quickly chased after him.

The village woman was lifting the unconscious Funakawa Yoshiko onto the flatbed cart.

Xiuming rushed into the group, grabbed Funakawa Miko and hugged her tightly, shouting "Take her to the hospital!" He ignored the stunned villagers and ran straight to the village clinic.

The doctor took her temperature, gave her a fever-reducing injection and antibiotics, and put her on an IV drip of glucose.

They said the illness wasn't too serious in theory, and that the patient would be fine after waking up in half an hour. If the patient didn't wake up, they would transfer the patient to a large hospital in the county.

It seems that almost everyone hospitalized for any illness receives an IV drip of glucose, and that's certainly true. Medication is only an adjunct; the body's own immune system is the most crucial factor. As long as the patient can eat and sleep well, and their immune system stays functioning properly, they can overcome 99% of illnesses.

Although Xiuming lacked systematic medical knowledge, he did possess some understanding of the four diagnostic methods of traditional Chinese medicine: observation, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation.

Checking on Funakawa Yoshiko's condition, it wasn't anemia, sepsis, or poisoning... Last night when I changed her sanitary napkin, I made a point of washing and disinfecting my hands, and even rinsed her with warm water, so she's definitely not infected.

That means he fainted from hypoglycemia, as mentioned in previous reports.

Then there's no need to transfer to another hospital.

Last night's heavy rain made the roads slippery, and it's still drizzling now. A 30-minute drive will take more than an hour, and besides, no one in the village is willing to lend their car.

Should I carry her on my back?

Riko has never received such good treatment.

We've already invested a lot of sunk costs, so we need to minimize emotional investment as much as possible, otherwise we'll end up losing everything and suffering a huge loss.

Then he asked the doctor for an empty room, closed the doors and windows, and stripped Funakawa Miko naked again to give her a massage, mainly to stimulate specific acupoints to help reduce the fever. After all, the "professional massage technique" that was a reward for cheating was still worth trusting.

Hideaki massaged her for only three to five minutes before Funakawa Yoshiko woke up.

She barely opened her eyes a crack before quickly closing them again.

Because of the fever, the flush on her face quickly spread down to her neck, collarbone, and then down her whole body, turning her almost as red as a shrimp from top to bottom.

At the same time, fine sweat broke out all over his body, and his chest, which was heaving violently, gleamed with an oily sheen under the light.

It seemed that the heaviness in her chest made it difficult to breathe, and her nostrils could no longer meet her breathing needs, so her pink lips parted slightly.

She was going to continue pretending to be unconscious...

"Shouldn't you say thank you at this time?"

Xiuming said irritably, pulling up the thin sheet from the sickbed and throwing it over her as she lay on her back. Then he sat on the edge of the bed and said, "I saved you twice. Think carefully about how you're going to repay me. I want a tangible repayment, not just verbal promises. You'd better think carefully before you talk about things like being my slave in the next life."

Xiuming pondered to himself:

Last night, when we were snuggled up in the same blanket and chatting, it sounded like she didn't believe she was married and had a wife.

This relationship is practically half-cooked; she's like a shy, timid young wife, practically ready to give herself to him, probably moved to tears.

The main problem is that too much money has been invested in her.

If, by then, she discovers that I am not only married with a wife but also have relationships with other women, no normal person could accept it. If she turns around and runs away, I will also suffer mental distress.

Then let's take some tangible benefits first, and compensate with money.

The light blue sheet was draped over Funakawa Yoshiko's shoulder. She pursed her pink lips and tilted her head to the left, revealing only her flushed right cheek. Her cheek was covered with a fine layer of sweat, and a strand of soft hair clung to her face, which she was biting.

She didn't speak, her eyelashes fluttered, and she squinted open a narrow slit. Her eyes turned to Xiuming, then quickly closed again. Then she grabbed the sheets with both hands and slowly covered her head with them.

If it weren't for the obvious ups and downs of the bed sheet stretched across her chest, she would have been a corpse.

“Since you won’t tell me, then I will,” Xiuming said, pausing abruptly. Then the sheet covering Funakawa Yoshiko’s chest bulged up rapidly like a balloon.

Xiuming continued, "Give me the contact information of the owner of that pinball machine factory you're planning to acquire, and we'll call it even."

The bulging sheet suddenly stopped, pulling down a little to reveal Funakawa Yoshiko's flushed forehead covered in fine sweat, and her two peach blossom eyes filled with disbelief. "What, what do you mean?"

"Surprised?"

Xiuming pretended to be stupid, slapped his forehead, and continued, "That's right. Under normal circumstances, with your shy and tacit acceptance of marrying no one but me, we could have registered our marriage long ago, not to mention we've even written a marriage contract. But I have a problem here. I'm a married man. If you accept that I have a wife, we can try dating. My wife will definitely accept you, I guarantee it."

Didn't she think I was lying? I won't explain it to her clearly, let her fill in the blanks herself, first get the information about her pinball machine manufacturer, and then buy it in full.

When things are exposed and she turns away, if you feel no emotional reaction, then give it back to her as compensation for her emotional distress. If you feel you've lost out, then don't give it back to her as compensation for your own emotional loss.

I've been so worried about taking care of her since last night.

"Who, who wants to marry you..." Funakawa Yoshiko pulled the sheet over her head again, curled up into a ball on her side, and muttered defiantly, "You're delusional... How could I possibly marry no one but you... I, I'll never marry anyone else in my life..."

Hideaki's vague words led Funakawa Yoshiko to believe that the wife he was referring to was herself.

For example, how could a normal wife accept her husband having another woman? He even confidently assured her, "Isn't that talking about me? Of course I can accept myself!"

"Never to marry?" Xiuming leaned closer to the bedside and slightly lifted the sheet covering her face. "Are you sure?"

"I won't marry... I just won't marry..." Funakawa Yoshiko's long eyelashes trembled, her dark eyes darting around as she kept stealing glances at Hideaki's face.

It seems her imagination worked; she'll test the waters first...

Xiuming casually said, "When you were unconscious just now, I risked my life to carry you to the hospital. No other man has ever treated you this well. What do you think of such a good man? For example... a good review?"

“Bad review…bad review…idiot…so cheesy…” Funakawa Yoshiko’s eyes were almost crinkling with laughter as she muttered to herself, burying her flushed face in the pillow and giving an exaggerated shiver.

Indeed, this kind of "positive review" setting, if said too much, becomes cheesy and greasy, but what can be done? Change the setting? How can it be changed? It's not like it's done by human intervention.

"Did I give you permission to act cute?!" Xiuming poked her armpit, tickling her. "You deserve a good review!"

"Ouch~ I'll give you a good review..." Misako twisted her body, turning back with embarrassment and annoyance, "Don't take advantage of me, shameless..."

[Two good achievements achieved]

Xiuming was secretly pleased. Since she had brought up the issue of taking advantage, he would take the opportunity to ask for a third positive review.

He immediately opened his arms and made a grasping gesture, then said, "How could I not take advantage of such a good opportunity? For example, I deliberately let you keep vigil alone last night, you have to give me a good review for that. If you don't, I'll grab you there. To be honest, I've been eyeing this for a long time~"

I didn't even think about this when I was giving her a massage.

Looking back now, it's unbelievable. After all, that's a place that attracts men. I even subconsciously avoided it back then. What kind of thought process was that?

He is simply a model of a virtuous gentleman.

Of course, it's also possible that doing things without getting feedback would be too difficult, seem unethical, and could even lead to being labeled a criminal...

Funakawa Yoshiko stiffened, then suddenly lowered her eyelids, pursed her lips, and remained silent.

"If you don't say anything, I'll take that as a yes?" Xiuming asked, somewhat surprised.

Funakawa Yoshiko's hand, which was gripping the blanket, suddenly tightened. She remained silent, her face flushed red as if it were about to bleed.

"Then I will..."

"Great review, great review! Great review for you!" Xiuming pretended to hit her, but Funakawa Yoshiko screamed and dodged away, immediately hugging herself and hitting Xiuming's arm with her face flushed red. "How could you be so...so...shameless..."

Funakawa Yoshiko thought to herself, "He's in a hospital, and there are so many people outside. He definitely wouldn't dare. But he said he's been 'coveting' me for a long time, which means he's liked me for a long time, right? How cheesy, but I'm so happy... I want to hear what he'll say next... Is he going to confess his feelings?"

I never expected Xiuming to be serious. I was so embarrassed and angry that I almost died of anger.

[Three Good Deeds Achieved]

Congratulations on obtaining "professional gynecological medical knowledge," specializing in treating dysmenorrhea. For best results, combine with massage.

A sudden enlightenment.

Hideaki's expectant smile froze instantly. He pressed Misako's waving hand onto the bed and asked stiffly, "Are you very afraid of menstrual cramps?"

Funakawa Yoshiko froze, remembering the sanitary napkin he had changed for her. Her already flushed face turned even redder, and she clutched the sheets to cover her face. "Don't bring up such embarrassing topics anymore... you idiot..."

"Sigh..." Xiuming sighed softly. He had heard that women of East Asian descent were mostly troubled by menstrual cramps, so it didn't seem like a useless skill... He wanted to try out the new technology... He patted Misako on the back and continued, "Lie down on your back, I'll treat you. If it works well, give me the phone number of the pachinko factory owner. Anyway, we're inseparable now. What's yours is mine, and even you are mine."

"Who's yours..." Funakawa Yoshiko muttered, obediently lying down but still covering her head with the sheet. "If it doesn't work, I won't pay you back..."

The cramping in my lower abdomen had been ongoing, and the pain only intensified when we started talking about this topic.

She was basically desperate and would try anything.

Of course, regardless of whether Xiuming can help relieve her pain, she is happy that he has the intention. Even if she is just pretending, she will have to say that it is very effective.

Xiuming rubbed his hands together to warm them, then placed them on her flat stomach through the blue sheet. Of course, it wasn't perfectly flat; a normal woman's lower abdomen would be slightly protruding, which is a sign of health.

"How are you feeling?" Xiuming asked.

Funakawa Yoshiko kept her head covered by the sheet and remained silent until Hideaki asked her for the third time, at which point she finally managed to squeeze out a small voice: "So amazing... It's warm and comfortable."

While Hideaki was treating Funakawa Yoshiko's menstrual cramps, Mr. Nagata received a phone call addressed to Hideaki.

Upon hearing a woman's voice, Mr. Nagata shouted into the phone, "Are you looking for Yamanaka Hideaki? Is that the Yamanaka Hideaki who has a wife at home but still goes looking for other women, and now he's come to our village to marry a widow?"

"Uh... well, Mr. Hideaki Yamanaka... he shouldn't be that kind of person, right?" The woman's voice on the other end sounded quite surprised.

Mr. Nagata immediately realized that this woman was not familiar with Hideaki Yamanaka, and then asked, "Then are you looking for Hideaki Yamanaka?"