What are the options for love obstacles in the humanoid Star Platinum's mind?

If he continues to stay here, violent conflict is possible.

In the end, after much consideration, Kujo Ditaro avoided it first.

In the next few days, Kujo Ditaro only contacted third parties and entrusted a lawyer to handle the matter on his behalf.

As a major client of an insurance company, Kujo Ditaro spends at least tens of millions on insurance every year.

Faced with such a big customer, the insurance company naturally dares not be negligent and is extremely dedicated.

After long negotiations with the lawyer, the girl's relatives agreed to sign a one-time compensation agreement.

The final amount reported by the lawyer and Kujo Ditaro was around 30 million.

Kujo Ditaro had no reaction to this amount, after all, the insurance company was paying for it.

In fact, it wouldn't matter even if he paid for it himself.

In November in Japan, some areas have already started to snow.

Kujo Ditaro's Prado was sold by him because it was in a car accident.

In a chauffeured Rolls-Royce, Kujo Ditaro arrived at the city center hospital.

Carrying a few gifts, Kujo Ditaro walked into the hospital gate.

Thinking back to the car accident two weeks ago, Kujo Ditaro couldn't help but sigh.

To be honest, although he paid compensation, he still felt guilty towards the girl and her family.

The girl named Yuan Ying is a cute high school senior.

If it weren't for the car accident, Yuan Ying would have been a college student by the beginning of the next spring.

Maybe, she will be admitted to Izu University where Kujo Ditaro is, and then by chance she will accidentally join the diving club.

.......

Yuan Ying's family situation is actually quite good.

I'm not rich, but I'm comfortable.

However, a car accident shattered the beautiful family atmosphere.

My daughter has become a vegetable, my lover's heart disease has worsened, and I have no interest in work...

Yuan Ying's father sighed every day, with a look of worry on his face.

dong dong.

The middle-aged man with a thin face looked towards the door dully.

The man who came into his sight made him stand up suddenly, with anger flashing in his eyes.

"You...Hey, what are you doing here?"

Yuan Ying's father clenched his fists, and after a while, he sighed.

Kujo Ditaro put down the gift and apologized, "Uncle, I'm sorry. I should have come earlier."

"Take your things and go back before I get angry."

Yuan Ying's father waved his hand impatiently and sat back in his original seat.

Kujo Ditaro was not surprised.

Because he hadn't been to the hospital in the past two weeks.

Although there is some hidden secret in the process, such an approach is inevitably unkind.

Kujo Ditaro did not leave. He turned to look at the girl on the hospital bed, and a conversation came to his mind.

"Vegetative state, this can be cured."

"Can it be cured? Is it so strong? Doctor Yingchu."

"I can cure a vegetative state within three months. Beyond that time limit, I can't do anything. Do you want me to help you save a vegetative state?"

"Yes, what do I need to pay?"

"I'd really like to dissect you, but you probably won't agree. If you owe me a favor that's not too much, I'll help you."

Kujo Ditaro shook his head and his thoughts returned to reality.

Looking at the girl lying on the bed, he spoke.

"Uncle, I know an authoritative psychiatrist who has extensive research on vegetative states. I'm planning to have him come and see your daughter. What do you think?"

"no problem."

As the saying goes, when you are desperate, you will try any possible means.

Yuan Ying's father agreed without hesitation.

That afternoon, Dr. Yingchu rushed over from Kyoto.

The next morning, Dr. Yingchu left in a hurry again.

That’s right, in just one night, Yuan Ying, who had been in a vegetative state, showed signs of waking up.

This situation made Yuanying's parents very happy.

Like a roller coaster, Gen Sakura's parents' attitude towards Kujo Ditaro changed 180 degrees.

The frequency of inquiries about one's well-being reached a terrifying rate of once every five minutes.

Even when Kujo Ditaro drinks a glass of water, he will be asked about the temperature, taste, and whether he wants a refill...

The day Yuan Ying woke up was the third day after Dr. Ying Chu left.

Faced with her crying parents, Yuan Ying was confused.

Until she learned that she had been in a car accident and almost became a half-dead vegetable, Yuan Ying fell into deep thought, then became autistic, and then became a salted fish, no longer communicating with others.

Kujo Ditaro reported Gen Sakura's strange condition to Dr. Yingchu.

Dr. Yingchu said that mental patients should be sent to mental hospitals because he is very busy.

Kujo Ditaro did not bother Dr. Eihatsu and met with Gen Sakura alone.

Yuan Ying is a senior high school girl with pretty looks and big eyes.

But unfortunately, there was no light in her eyes, as if everything in the world was unimportant to her.

The appearance of Kujo Ditaro attracted a little attention from Gen Sakura.

"Mr. Kujo."

"Yuan Ying, I have something to ask you."

"Asked me what?"

"Do you want to go to a mental hospital?"

As soon as these words fell, the air suddenly became quiet.

There was a slight change on Yuan Ying's expressionless face.

"What did you say?"

"The preliminary diagnosis of your condition is mental illness. Since you are a mental patient, you naturally need to go to a mental hospital."

Kujo Ditaro brought a stool and sat beside the bed.

Yuan Ying curled her lips and said confidently, "Impossible, my parents won't agree..."

Kujo Ditaro interrupted with a smile, "That's not necessarily true. Wait until your medical report comes out. If your mental illness is serious, you'll have to be forcibly sent to a mental hospital. I heard that mental hospitals use electrotherapy to treat patients. Have you heard of that?"

"I'm not sick!"

"Yes, that's what mental patients usually say, but none of them ever get out of the mental hospital."

"You...you...what do you want?"

Yuan Ying hugged the pillow tightly, her big eyes filled with fear.

Kujo Ditaro took out an apple from the table and peeled it with a knife while explaining in a gentle voice.

"You should know that I was the one who hit you. I felt really guilty about it, but I did my best in this matter. However, your behavior after waking up really upset me. I even felt like I'd met an ungrateful person. The more I think about it, the angrier I get."

With a click, the fruit knife penetrated into the apple.

Yuan Ying's lips trembled, but there was a flash of grievance and unwillingness in her eyes.

Chapter 347: Damn it! The one who is condemned by God!

“You clearly don’t understand anything…”

"what?"

"I said you don't understand anything!"

Yuan Ying lowered her eyes and clenched the quilt with both hands.

"I was chosen to play the leading role in the third-grade arts festival. Although the play was a bit difficult for elementary school students, I practiced until late every day and had perfected it. But on the day of the performance, I came down with mumps, even though I had been vaccinated. In the end, all my hard work was for nothing."

"For the fourth grade sports festival, I was chosen as the relay runner. I trained hard every day until I ran the fastest time in the entire grade. However, on the day of the competition, I suddenly pulled a muscle while entering the venue and was unable to participate."

"After that, I kept increasing my training. As a result, in fifth and sixth grade, I would always pull a muscle!"

"In the summer of my first year of junior high, I began striving to get into a top-tier high school in the county in order to change my unfortunate life. Three years... you know how I spent those three years? From watching TV series to hanging out with friends, I put all my extracurricular activities on hold and devoted myself to studying. In the last mock exam before the high school entrance exam, I even got an A."

The corners of Yuan Ying's mouth rose without any warning.

Kujo Ditaro raised his eyebrows, realizing the seriousness of the problem.

Yuan Ying lowered her head, her voice sounding somewhat lifeless.

"That's right. To be on the safe side, I checked into a hotel near the exam venue. But on the day of the exam, for some reason, I kept running into an elderly woman who was feeling unwell. I took her to the hospital, and although I managed to make it to the exam, I was in poor condition and made many mistakes, ultimately failing to get into the high school I wanted."

"Later, I gave up and just took things as they came. Three years later, I encountered the light in my life."

"I became obsessed with an idol group. They inspired me to get back on my feet. Then, they started recruiting new members. I thought it was a sign of a change in my fortunes. After all, an idol group like that..."

Gen Ying raised her head, stared at Kujo Ditaro, and smiled. "That day, I was about to go for an interview. I was so excited, but as soon as I left the house, I got into a car accident and almost became a vegetable. Mr. Kujo, how was my answer? Was it acceptable?"

Damn, this person is damned!

Kujo Ditaro didn't reply, put down the apple and fruit knife in his hand, stood up and left.

Yuan Ying sneered, "You're leaving now, are you afraid my bad luck will infect you?"

Kujo Ditaro remained calm and explained, "Although your situation is pessimistic, you have to believe in science."

"Believe in science? Then why did you go so far?"

Watching Kujo Ditaro leave his seat and walk to the end of the bed, Gen Sakura leaned back and said self-deprecatingly, "It doesn't matter anymore. Whether it's a mental hospital or a life of bad luck, it's up to you."

"Don't be so pessimistic, okay? There's a saying that goes, if you survive a disaster, you'll have good fortune in the future."

"Yeah, I used to think so too, but every time I got unlucky, it only got worse."

After thinking about it, Kujo Ditaro finally left first.

.......

Neon's school system is divided into three semesters.

The second semester ends usually in late December.

Then in mid-January of the following year, the third semester begins.

Most of Kujo Ditaro's second semester has already passed.

The end of the semester is approaching, but he is very free.

In fact, there are still some troubles.

For example, taking over the Pab club after the junior seniors retired.

The reason for this situation is that the Pab community is different from other communities.

There were no sophomores in the Pab club to serve as a bridge between the previous and next year, so after the juniors retired, the club had to be handed over to the freshmen.

In order to successfully recruit students next year, Pab's juniors had to retire early to allow the freshmen to experience the work of managing a club in advance.

Although the Pab Club seems to have an easy life, there is still a lot of work behind the scenes.