My transformation into a beautiful girl started with a hemorrhage.

Although the job here doesn't match her major or academic qualifications, it's easy and pays well.

In fact, all the female staff members who work in reception here are highly educated and beautiful. After all, a woman's appearance is also part of the "environment".

"Guest, do you have a reservation?"

"I don't have an appointment, I need to go to the emergency room. Money is no object, take me there now," Kōta said anxiously.

"Ah? Oh, okay, okay, please follow me, sir." The woman nodded quickly. Normally, you need to make an appointment in advance to see a doctor here, and you also need to submit medical records and pay a deposit, etc.

However, she also knew that rules could be changed.

Those who dare to come here for treatment are either rich or noble, so she naturally dared not be negligent. Especially when she saw Hui in Kōta's arms up close, although it was just a fleeting glimpse, she was stunned.

She had never seen such temperament and beauty before.

She inquired about Kouta's symptoms, then called a colleague to bring a stretcher. Kouta placed Hui on the stretcher, pushed it out of the building, walked a short distance to Building T3, and took the special stretcher elevator to the third floor neurology department.

Neurological diseases are basically either something you discover when you don't have one, or something you have that you can't cure.

Therefore, there are hardly any new patients here for several months; usually, it's just long-term treatment for some old patients.

"Wait a mininute."

After she finished speaking, she knocked on the door and went into the room. After a while, the door opened and a doctor who looked to be in his fifties came out. He gave Hui a brief examination and then carefully inquired about the patient's specific condition.

Although he was somewhat surprised by the girl's beauty, he did not connect Hui with the princess who had recently caused such a stir.

Originally, those who paid attention to Hui's news were mostly young people; the older men weren't interested in it.

Two nurses recognized that Hui looked very similar to the princess who had recently died in a fire, but that was all.

The princess has been confirmed to have died in the fire, and her remains have been recovered, leaving no other possibility.

At most, they thought the girl in front of them just looked like the princess.

After asking the questions, the doctor pondered for a moment, then instructed the nurse to push the stretcher into the emergency room.

The emergency room was filled with advanced equipment. After Hui was brought in, the professional nurses in the emergency room skillfully changed her into a patient's gown. When they saw Hui's protruding abdomen, they paused for a moment, then quickly continued their work. After changing her into the gown, they began to install various examination devices on Hui's head...

Kōta was called to wait outside the emergency room.

As a high-standard private hospital, Miyazaki Hospital naturally provides very attentive service.

Unlike ordinary hospitals, the emergency room here is under dedicated real-time monitoring, and patients' families can watch everything that happens in the emergency room via a networked tablet.

Time passed by, minute by minute.

It was noon soon.

Kouta watched the busy figures of doctors and nurses in the emergency room through the tablet in his hand, feeling as if each day was an eternity.

Ding!

The emergency room door opened, and the doctor, who was in his fifties, came out.

Kouta quickly stepped forward to ask, but was stopped by the doctor: "We'll talk about it later."

Geng Tai had no choice but to give up.

Not long after the doctor in his fifties left, he brought an even older doctor, who looked to be in his sixties, into the emergency room.

Once again, Kouta felt like each day was an eternity away from home.

Almost two more hours passed.

The doctor in his fifties and the doctor in his sixties came out together.

Kouta anxiously stepped forward again to ask, "How is the situation?"

"Wait a moment," the doctor, who was in his fifties, said again.

The two left not long ago.

They respectfully followed behind an elderly man who looked to be over seventy years old, and slowly entered the emergency room.

Kota: "..."

Kouta's heart sank.

This time, I waited until evening.

The three doctors had just left the emergency room.

Kouta asked anxiously again, "Doctor, what's wrong?"

The three doctors exchanged glances, and the youngest one, in his fifties, stepped forward and slowly said, "I don't know."

"what?"

"There were no signs of external injury on the patient's head, so we ruled out concussion or cerebral contusion."

We suspected that the severe coma was caused by a brain tumor or brain herniation, but after reviewing the patient's MRI results, we found that it was not the case.

We then suspected intracranial infection, cerebral infarction, cerebral embolism, subarachnoid hemorrhage, etc., but the results of brain ultrasound and brain CT showed that these were not the causes.

Next, we considered that status epilepticus or similar conditions could cause unconsciousness, but the EEG results still did not indicate this.

The other doctor, who was in his sixties, added, "The blood test results also showed that the patient was not poisoned. We also tried endocrine and metabolic factors, such as thyroid storm, uremic encephalopathy, hepatic encephalopathy, pulmonary encephalopathy, etc., but it still wasn't the case."

Finally, the doctor, who was in his fifties, looked at Kouta apologetically: "I'm sorry, we can't draw a conclusion right now. The patient needs to be hospitalized for observation."

Perhaps seeing Kouta's anxious expression, the doctor, who was in his sixties, added, "However, you can rest assured that although the patient is in a deep sleep, she is not in any danger. Oh, and neither is the baby in her womb. In fact, the patient's physical condition is exceptionally good."

The doctor, who was in his fifties, suddenly asked, "May I ask, what is your relationship to the patient?"

“I am her husband.”

The doctor seemed a little surprised, then continued, "So, do you want to be hospitalized for observation, or transferred to another hospital?"

"Go to the hospital," Kouta said.

He didn't do nothing during the eight-plus hours he waited outside.

He looked up the resumes of the three doctors online and found that they were all extraordinary people, real big names, especially the doctor who looked to be over seventy years old, the one who had been deep in thought and silent since earlier, named Kensuke Shibukawa, a world authority in neurology.

A nurse led Kouta to the first floor to complete the admission procedures and settle the fees for the consultation and other related expenses.

It will cost more than 20 million yen in total.

It was then that Kouta realized he hadn't brought enough money.

He only had a little over 600,000 yen left over from buying groceries for breakfast in his pocket, and 600,000 yen was only a small fraction of his income.

Kouta handed over the 600,000 yen in his wallet first, and then explained the reason to the staff. They did not make things difficult for him, but told him that he could pay the fee before the end of the day.

After leaving the hospital, Kōta prepared to go home to get the money.

The moment the automatic door closed, he realized he had forgotten to leave himself the fare.

After glancing at the curious looks from passersby, he abandoned his plan to borrow money and decided to walk back.

Chapter 421 Let go of that girl

It was evening.

The light had dimmed.

Kouta walked alone in the private park where Miyazaki Hospital was located. The air was cold in December. A cold wind blew by, chilling him to the bone, which slightly soothed Kouta's tormented heart that had been burning since morning.

Kouta looked around. The trees around him stood silently, their shadows heavy and layered, occasionally swaying in the wind like ghostly figures.

On the clean and tidy park road, a few luxury cars occasionally drive by, which, against the backdrop of the dim sunset, makes the scene seem desolate and bleak.

As they passed through the park gate, the two security guards seemed to recognize Kouta, but they didn't approach him to ask anything; they simply watched him leave in silence.

After crossing a few more streets, the number of pedestrians gradually increased.

It was rush hour, and the sidewalks were teeming with people. The roads were packed with cars, and there was a constant cacophony of horns, car horns, and pedestrians running red lights. The vibrant atmosphere made Kouta's inner turmoil a little easier to bear.

The distance of just a few streets is like an invisible wall standing between ordinary residents and the upper class.

Following the map directions on his phone, Kouta waded into the crowd and slowly walked along the sidewalk, gradually approaching his hometown, Utazu Town.

Although his thin clothing was out of place in the chilly weather, there were high school girls in the crowd who were only wearing short skirts like sailor dresses, exposing their entire thighs to their ankles. Compared to them, Kouta's "not afraid of the cold" behavior was just ordinary.

We crossed several more streets.

The number of people started to decrease because this area is now close to the suburbs.

As I walked down a small street, I saw a crowd gathered in front of me for some reason. There were layers upon layers of people, and I couldn't see what was happening inside from the outside.

Only faint sounds of questioning and sobbing could be heard coming from inside.

Kouta thought it was some kind of novel street performance, but he wasn't in the mood to watch any performances right now, so he decided to ignore it.

But at that moment, several distinct English words, "shit...beat...", and several painful wails came from the center of the crowd.

Immediately afterwards, the crowd dispersed for some unknown reason, revealing the scene inside.

Kouta was stunned when he saw the scene inside.

There, a high school girl in a school uniform knelt on the dirty, cold ground, her hair disheveled, her eyes red and filled with tears, and one cheek visibly swollen and red. Although she covered it with her hand, the handprint on it was still faintly visible.

Kouta was surprised because the girl was the same Kanako Uehara he had met that morning, the girl who had told him to "support home visits".

At this moment, she wasn't wearing heavy makeup and looking alluring and sexy like she had in the morning. Instead, she was wearing her school uniform and had the light makeup that high school girls usually wear.

But precisely because of this, it only serves to accentuate her remarkable beauty.

Beside Kanako Uehara was a tall, burly white man wearing a vest and a waistcoat. His bare arms were thicker than Kanako's thighs, with bulging muscles and covered in tattoos.

Beneath the white man lay a bespectacled man who was constantly groaning pitifully. The bespectacled man was frail and bloated, clearly a corporate slave who often worked overtime and stayed up late.

The white man stomped hard on the office worker's hand, which is why the office worker kept screaming.

He was in a sorry state. His gray suit was covered in mud and dirt from the sidewalk, making it look like a mop. His white shirt underneath was also filthy. His tie was loose, his briefcase was scattered three meters away, and one of his glasses was cracked.

The white man's black leather shoes seemed to grind the bespectacled man's fingers like a millstone, and judging from the degree of bending in the bespectacled man's fingers, at least three fingers were already broken...

The white man seemed to enjoy the office worker's wailing; the more pitiful he cried out, the harder he stomped his feet, creating a perfect positive reinforcement.

Seeing this suggestive scene, Kouta only glanced at it before turning his attention away and preparing to leave.

He had no desire to know what had happened to the three of them, and even less to get involved in such troublesome matters.

The office worker's body had already been drained by the high-intensity work, and after screaming a few times, he fainted.