Tokyo: They say it's just dating, but they're serious about it.

Yingdai crumpled the registration slip in her hand, grinding her teeth as she said, "She should be the one getting her head checked! Relying on her family's power and influence, she lays hands on other women's husbands, acts recklessly, and still lives a slacker. Is being a doctor something you can just do casually? She's utterly depraved, murdering for money."

"If you want your husband to get the medical records done smoothly, it's best not to say it in front of her."

"I'll report her sooner or later," Yingdai said bitterly.

"Then you're courting death, and even Katsuhiko-kun will be implicated."

Yingdai's face stiffened, and she pursed her lips, saying, "Then I'll report it anonymously."

“They’re all in cahoots, it won’t make a difference who you talk to,” Shiraki Masako sneered, and continued, “Why are you making things difficult for yourself when you have a good life to live? You should see a psychiatrist.”

Because Shiraki Masayuki had been badly scolded by Eiyo, she developed a "give up" mentality and didn't want to miss any opportunity to criticize her.

"What right do you have to talk to me like that? You... Hmph, I'll give you some face."

Yingdai tossed her bag aside, took the registration slip, and headed to the gynecology department.

Shiraki Masayuki stood there, looking down at Katsuhiko's intertwined hands, stunned.

A moment later, she suddenly gritted her teeth and quickly went up to the second floor.

When we were holding hands just now, even though we only took a few steps, it felt like the whole world had become ours.

Judging from Sheng Yan's attitude towards him, it seems that he has no intention of reporting him.

She suddenly couldn't bear to turn herself in. At least she wanted to hold hands one more time and truly experience what it felt like to possess the whole world, something she hadn't fully grasped before.

As for Sato Ikuyo, she'll definitely be completely fooled by Katsuhiko...

Psychiatry.

To demonstrate her enthusiasm and friendliness, Ikuyo Sato specially invited Katsuhiko into the VIP room.

"Ahem," Sato Ikuyo took out a pair of gold-rimmed flat-lens glasses from the drawer, put them on her straight nose, sat up straight, and gave what she thought was a friendly smile. "Mr. Takenaka, before we get to the main topic, from my professional medical perspective, we need to ease the atmosphere first, starting with everyday things and gradually delving deeper. This will help us relax. What do you think?"

Sato Ikuyo was quite self-aware, knowing she didn't have the expertise to discuss professional medical knowledge with him. However, she had already planned ahead: after finishing her own business, when the conversation turned to the illness, she would immediately make an excuse to go to the restroom and then drag her grandfather over.

This method has never failed me; that's how I usually do it. The old man is idle, drinking tea and reading newspapers every day. At eighty, he should be making his mark; he can't be so decadent, or people will look down on him.

"Dr. Sato, you are indeed a professional. Please give me your guidance."

"Please don't be so formal. To make our relationship closer, you can call me Ikuyo-chan."

"Okay, Yudai-chan."

Katsuhiko didn't want to waste his time here.

Considering her pretentious, roundabout, and irrelevant manner, she was probably worried about having her 'doctor' aura' exposed. In order to coax her into writing a fake medical record, I had to go along with her first.

Sato Ikuyo coughed lightly, her expression turning serious, and continued, "Since you call me Ikuyo-chan, then I should call you Katsuhiko-kun, what do you think?"

“No problem, Ikuyo-chan.” Katsuhiko readily agreed, then pushed a blank medical record to Ikuyo Sato’s side and said, “Let me describe my symptoms first…”

“No, no, we need to find out more,” Sato Ikuyo gasped, quickly pushed the medical record aside, and continued, “I heard from a friend that you’ve been married for many years, is that true?”

“It’s fake,” Katsuhiko said solemnly, “I just got married, not even two months ago.”

"Oh... um?" Sato Ikuyo was about to nod when she paused, her eyes widening as she asked, "Already married? To whom?"

Katsuhiko took the blank medical record to himself, then pulled a pen from the ink bottle. He multitasked, writing down the symptoms while feigning melancholy, saying, "I don't know. Many women say they are my wives, but I have no memory of it. I've seen many psychologists before, and they said that I developed schizophrenia and multiple personalities due to excessive work pressure, high work intensity, and overuse of my brain, causing cognitive impairment. I can fall in love with different women without their knowledge and marry them without their consent, and I have no memory of it afterwards."

"Wow~ That's amazing!" Sato Ikuyo exclaimed in disbelief, then added, "Wouldn't you feel great? A lot of men dream of that, right?"

“Perhaps this is most men’s dream, but I’m different,” Sheng Yan frowned and shook his head slightly, then continued, “because I am a monogamous man. I am pure love, the kind of love I dream of, one person for life. I cannot accept being in love with multiple women, or even marrying them at the same time. But once my personality splits, I am no longer myself. I don’t know how many personalities I have split into now. Each of my different personalities is devoted to a different woman, and they all come to me, which makes me very painful.”

"This is truly eye-opening. I never imagined such a disease existed in the world..." Sato Ikuyo thought to herself in surprise.

She tilted her head to face the floor, her eyes darting around, then immediately looked up, saying with a tender gaze, "Husband, you really have completely forgotten about me."

Chapter 113 Was he dead?

"Are you my wife too?" Katsuhiko's eyes widened, feigning shock, and then he asked, "When did we get married?"

"Ah, it's been a while..."

Sato Ikuyo was secretly taken aback and subconsciously gave a haphazard response.

Could they really be taking it seriously?

She said it casually as a joke, but she didn't expect Katsuhiko to react so strongly.

“Don’t expose me,” Katsuhiko grabbed Sato Ikuyo’s hand and continued, “My symptoms haven’t been officially certified yet. If they’re exposed, I’ll be prosecuted and imprisoned.”

Sato Ikuyo was secretly pleased that Katsuhiko didn't press the matter further, and immediately took Katsuhiko's hand in return, suppressing a laugh as she said, "Okay, honey, I'll keep it a secret."

Katsuhiko asked, "Can you give me my medical record now?"

As she spoke, she pushed the medical record with the symptoms of "multiple personality disorder" to Ikuyo Sato's side.

"Ah, I'm going to the restroom to look into this symptom,"

Sato Ikuyo sensed something was wrong, so she decided to go upstairs to check with her grandfather. As she spoke, she grabbed the medical record, stood up, and said, "Wait here for a while, don't go anywhere."

As soon as Ikuyo Sato ran out of the consultation room, Masayuki Shiraki sneaked into the room.

"Mr. Takenaka, it seems that Chief Physician Sato went upstairs to see her grandfather. Did it go smoothly?"

Remembering the suspicious look in Sato Ikuyo's eyes when she left, Katsuhiko asked, "Does her grandfather listen to her?"

"She's the only child in the whole family, and they spoil her a lot."

"That shouldn't be a big problem. Although she was suspicious, she didn't seem to take it seriously. She probably just thought it was funny!"

Shengyan didn't take the issue of the fake medical records seriously; he just wanted to have an extra layer of insurance in case of prosecution to avoid being sentenced to two years in prison.

Incidentally, having this medical record allows me to be a little more unscrupulous, even though I've never been timid or hesitant before.

“Okay…” Shiraki Masako nodded absentmindedly, slowly walked to Katsuhiko’s side, and whispered, “I’ve committed a crime, so I’ll definitely be going to jail. If you have time, could you come and see me? My parents died in a car accident right after I graduated. I heard that if no one visits me in prison, I’ll be bullied…”

As she spoke, tears streamed down her nose, her hands gripping her legs trembled uncontrollably, and her whole body swayed as if she were drowsy.

Sheng Yan was worried that she would fall to the ground, so he grabbed her wrist, pulled her onto his lap, and hugged her back and the back of her legs like he was holding a child, saying, "Prisons don't accept pregnant women."

The biggest problem with her situation isn't going to jail!

I reckon that once Noda Ichiro is gone, Noda's wife will most likely try to shift the blame, pinning the blame on her, and might even kill her off by accusing her of suicide out of guilt, which would completely eliminate any worries for her.

After all, she was all alone, with no one to even claim her body and cry out for justice.

"I've never regretted it, but I don't know why, I feel so sad now..." Shiraki Masako looked lost and dejected. Her head had just been resting on Katsuhiko's chest when her expression suddenly froze. She abruptly tilted her head back and asked, "What...what did you just say?"

She had thought about it too, but she just couldn't bring herself to say it.

It was probably because Yingdai's insult, "unworthy," stung. After all, he had indeed committed poisoning, a crime that could kill someone, even though he wasn't dead yet...

At this thought, she sat bolt upright, frantically pulling out her mobile phone from her waist and pressing buttons haphazardly, stammering, "I... I need to call that old bastard Noda and tell him to go to the hospital for a checkup... There's probably still hope... He won't die... He won't die... Help me, help me..."

She pressed the buttons with trembling hands, but couldn't get them right, and then she cried out.

Just as Sheng Yan took the mobile phone from her hand, his own mobile phone rang; it was an unfamiliar number.

While searching for Noda Ichiro's phone number, Katsuhiko called his cell phone.

Mr. Kudo's anxious voice came through the receiver: "Katsuhiko-kun, come to Omori Sanno Hospital quickly... Deputy Warden Noda drank our beverage and vomited blood..."

As Sheng Yan was on the phone, a series of footsteps came from outside the door, and a group of people in white coats rushed past the doorway. Then, the siren of an ambulance came from outside the window.

Mr. Kudo's shout was loud, and Masayuki Shiraki heard it too.

Her anxious expression froze instantly, she rolled her eyes, and slumped into Sheng Yan's arms.

Katsuhiko asked, "Is he dead?"

Not only did Noda Ichiro not die, but after vomiting blood from the beverage, he also felt much better at breathing.

However, to outsiders, the fact that they drank a beverage and were photographed by many reporters would damage the reputation of "Xia Ying She"...

"Don't worry, it's nothing. I'm at the hospital right now, and I heard the ambulance siren. I'll hang up now."

Katsuhiko hung up the phone before Mr. Kudo could say anything more.

Shiraki Masako remained limp in Katsuhiko's arms, her face deathly pale, her eyes vacant, murmuring as if she had lost her soul: "Katsuhiko-kun, I regret it so much..."

Katsuhiko put his arm around Shiraki Masako's shoulder and said, "Let's go take a look first."

Shiraki Masayuki was as if she had no bones left, unable to lift herself up at all, her neck seemed broken, and she hung her head and wept.

There is a hospital bed in the room.

Sheng Yan picked her up and carried her to the hospital bed, saying, "Lie here for a while, I'll go check on you..."

"No, no!" Shiraki Masako suddenly jolted, grabbed Katsuhiko's neck, and cried out, "Don't leave me, please..."

"Let's go then!"

In the medical hall, a group of people in white coats stood in formation on both sides, ready for action.

A moment later, a stretcher was pushed in from outside. On the stretcher lay an old man in his sixties, his black suit had a patch of blood on the chest, his hair was gray and his face was pale, and he looked very weak.

As soon as I entered, I was surrounded by a group of doctors and then pushed into the elevator.

A large group of people in suits remained at the elevator entrance. Among them were Mr. Kudo and his cheap father, both dressed in suits and looking very respectable.

Katsuhiko carried the trembling Shiraki Masako down the stairs from the second floor. The attention of some curious medical staff and patients in the lobby was also drawn to them as the elevator doors closed.

Mr. Kudo and Katsuhiko's father also turned their heads.

Mr. Kudo was first stunned, then nervously looked around.

Of course, Katsuhiko's father had a more varied expression. His originally solemn face first turned dumbfounded, then gloomy and angry, and then, as if he had thought of something, he suddenly became tense.

Katsuhiko's father and Mr. Kudo ran at a speed beyond their years, rushing to Katsuhiko's side at the same time. One of them grabbed him and the other pushed him into the fire escape.

Shiraki Masako curled up into a ball, burying her head tightly in Katsuhiko's chest.

"What are you doing? You bastard!" Sheng Yan's father gritted his teeth. "Put her down right now!"

“Stop it,” Katsuhiko said, sitting on the concrete steps with Shiraki Masako in his arms. “She has the right to pursue her own happiness.”

"You! You! It's one thing for you to date other people, but you even went after her... I, I'll beat you to death..."

Katsuhiko's father stomped his foot in anger, but just as he raised his hand, Mr. Kudo grabbed him by the waist and pulled him back, saying, "Takenaka-kun, don't be hasty. Let's find out the truth first. There might be some benefit in it. If this woman is satisfied, she can also speak up for Katsuhiko-kun..."

Sheng Yan's father turned around in a daze, his eyes wide open, but he didn't say a word.

Mr. Kudo chuckled and said, "As expected of my son-in-law, he's quite capable. Since things have come to this, he should at least try to get some benefits out of us..."