I was the fourth disaster in Yokohama and was loved by everyone.

Huh?

Zhu Yu subconsciously licked it; it tasted fishy.

She realized: Oh no, I'm bleeding from my nose.

Dazai and Chuuya watched as the other calmly wiped away the blood from his nose and calmly licked the blood remaining on his hand: ...

Dazai curiously touched the blood on her face with his fingertip and examined it closely: "No poisoning, it should just be normal bleeding. Could it be because you used too many tools and exceeded your body's tolerance?"

Chuuya nervously took out a handkerchief from his pocket, found some water in Dazai's office, wet the handkerchief, and wiped Zhu Yu's dirty hands and face clean.

While wiping, she muttered a few words: "Blood is very unhygienic, don't do this next time."

"Are you feeling alright? Should we go to the Port Mafia's medical room to get checked out?"

When faced with questions from multiple people, Zhu Yu usually answers them in the order they are asked.

She first turned to Dazai: "It should be, Dazai is smart."

Then she turned to Chuuya and said, "Thank you, Chuuya. I'm not feeling unwell, you don't need to go."

Although there was no answer provided by the system, Zhu Yu felt as if she had already been thoroughly influenced by the system's human-computer interaction options...

It only takes a few words to answer each time, so effortless...

Dazai and Chuuya exchanged a glance. Dazai gave Zhu Yu a suggestive look, and Chuuya nodded in understanding...

Chapter 60 Did he accidentally hit his head?

Completely bewildered, Zhu Yu was dragged to the Port Mafia medical room, a place she had never set foot in before—after all, she had her tools and never had any injuries that lasted overnight.

"Wait..." She moved as if to say something, but Dazai patted her on the head and gestured for her to be quiet.

Dazai said, "[Socks] Since you've never been to the Port Mafia's medical room before, why don't you take this opportunity to go check it out?"

That makes sense... It's a new map!

Zhu Yu felt that Dazai's words made a lot of sense, and obediently followed Chuuya and Dazai to the Port Mafia's medical room.

The Port Mafia's medical room is never short of patients. Many Port Mafia members who are injured in the fighting are carried or helped into the medical room. The medical staff in the medical room are busy treating the wounds of the injured. Those whose conditions are too serious will be sent to hospitals under the Port Mafia for surgery and recuperation.

In this light, the three people, who were neither missing any limbs nor bleeding, seemed so out of place walking into the medical room filled with the smell of blood and disinfectant.

She was led by Chuuya to a private office.

"Chuuya?" A tall, thin man in a white coat was looking down at medical records when he saw Chuuya and the other two walk in. He was clearly surprised and looked them over before asking, "You're not injured, what are you doing in the medical room?"

Chuuya Nakahara greeted them familiarly and pointed to the spot behind him: "I'm just here to check if there's anything wrong with her body."

This tall, thin man, known as the "Surgeon" as the medical director of the Port Mafia, considered himself a seasoned veteran of the industry after joining the gang.

But seeing the scene before him, he fell silent.

The surgeon pointed to Zhu Yu, who had somehow run out to the desks of other medical staff and was stuffing their personal belongings into her pockets, and his expression froze: "Is she the patient?"

"Did you accidentally hit your head?"

As he spoke, Chuuya Nakahara and Dazai turned around in the direction he pointed and found someone taking things without their knowledge.

Chuuya Nakahara and Osamu Dazai: ...

Chuuya Nakahara retorted with a blank expression: "No, actually... my brain isn't damaged, I just suddenly had a nosebleed and wanted to get it checked out."

The Grand Tutor, always eager for a good show, sidled up to Zhu Yu and whispered instructions about where there was another compartment with something in it, and where she had just overlooked something else...

"Damn it, you dead mackerel, don't you dare add fuel to the fire!"

"And the socks—those belong to someone else!"

Dazai and Zhu Yu both pretended not to hear. The former was already very used to Nakahara Chuuya's roar and didn't care at all; the latter had no intention of putting back what he had already obtained and pretended that nothing had happened.

It's okay, it's okay, the player didn't hear anything.

"Heh!" Chuuya Nakahara sneered, first punishing Dazai Osamu, who was adding fuel to the fire and not wanting the smoke to be too pungent, and then holding down the sinful little hand of a player who was pretending to be innocent.

With a complicated expression, Chuuya pointed to the pile of pens, paperclips, and notebooks on the table that were about to be confiscated and said to Zhu Yu, "What's the point of taking these things? I'll give them to you if you like."

It's a gift for the players!

Zhu Yu's eyes lit up, and she politely thanked him, "Thank you, Chuuya."

He then reached out to rummage through his game backpack.

Chuuya quickly grabbed her wrist and emphasized, "The condition is—you can't take anything from here, and if you do, remember to put it back."

The way Chuuya looked at her was like he was looking at a rebellious teenager, wanting to give her a serious talking-to, but being a new parent, he had no idea how to communicate with his child and was very conflicted.

He tried very hard to soften his expression and voice, but it still sounded somewhat stiff.

There was no other way. After all, they had known each other for so long, and he understood Zhu Yu's personality. It was impossible for him to really listen to him and never take things without asking again. It was better to persuade him by exchanging items in a place where he could see.

Chuuya Nakahara, who habitually cleans up after her, feels that his emotions have become much more stable recently.

*

Ah... is it Chuuya's gift, or these things?

Zhu Yu fell into thought: In terms of effect, gifts given by NPCs usually have a high probability of producing special items, while the things she just collected did not actually have any additional effects and were just ordinary items. She collected them just as casually as possible.

Special items > ordinary items

The outcome is already quite obvious.

Zhu Yu readily put those things back, then met Dazai's smiling eyes.

Dazai Osamu smiled and pointed to her bag (actually the location of her game backpack), drawing out his words and mercilessly exposing her lie: "You probably didn't secretly keep any, did you...?"

"No, no!" Zhu Yu said, sweating profusely.

Damn it, is Dazai, such an intelligent NPC, just there to detect if players are being dishonest?

She forced herself to remain calm in the face of death stares from the crowd.

Everyone: Staring—?_?

Zhu Yu: Σ(°△°|||)︴

Dazai said quietly, "Be honest, don't try to fool me."

Chuuya, however, was concise and to the point, uttering a single word that struck at her heart: "Gift."

The surgeon watched the spectacle without making a comment.

Okay, fine...

Zhu Yu sighed with regret; her little scheme had been discovered, so she handed it over, feeling deeply saddened.

*

Even after being interrupted, the surgeon quickly returned to his professional attitude and asked Zhu Yu about her symptoms in a businesslike manner.

Although he is called a "surgeon" and his work in the Hong Kong Triads mainly involves treating gunshot wounds and blast injuries, it doesn't mean he can't also work as an ENT specialist.

Is the bleeding from one or both nostrils?

Is the bleeding heavy?

Were there any special actions or injuries before the bleeding occurred?

......

A barrage of questions rained down on her like a machine gun, and Zhu Yu wore a dazed expression as if to say, "Oh, I don't know, it's happened in the blink of an eye."

But the holographic game effects were so realistic, and the doctor in front of her was quite imposing, that she felt as if she were actually in reality receiving a medical consultation.

Out of a doctor's natural fear, she didn't know what to say, but still stammered and said something based on her feelings.

"Double?" I didn't even notice!

"Not much." The HP loss wasn't significant, so the bleeding shouldn't be too bad. Haha, the player is a genius!

"No... right?"

Her uncertain tone appeared repeatedly, and the surgeon frowned, revealing dark circles under his eyes: "Let's go straight for a thorough examination. Chuuya and Dazai-kun, please wait outside."

Chapter 61 Going to be a doctor?

Then the surgeon led Zhu Yu to another room.

Dazai and Chuuya were caught in a long wait, but Dazai was clearly not one to sit idle. He started to tour the medical room. In fact, he was a regular at the medical room—a regular who often came to the medical room to steal newly arrived bandages.

This made the medical staff here very wary of his arrival.

Sometimes when I see him, he will say very bluntly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Dazai, the stock of bandages is really tight recently, please wait a while."

Dazai: ^_^

*

Waiting time is always tedious. If Dazai passes the time by searching for "lost" bandages in the medical room, then Chuuya Nakahara makes good use of this waiting time to handle work matters.

After joining the Port Mafia, in addition to going on missions with Dazai and Zhu Yu, he was also mainly in charge of the Port Mafia's smuggling gem trade. His daily work was very busy, and he didn't actually spend much time in the office. He often had to travel to supervise the trade.

Therefore, he now needs to hurry up and process work-related messages.

Dazai Osamu casually looked around the room, making sure there were no surveillance cameras or listening devices, and then said something to Nakahara Chuuya, who was replying to a message.

Can he be trusted?

Without needing to be explicitly stated, Nakahara Chuuya knew who Dazai was referring to.

Chuuya Nakahara gripped his phone tightly, looked up, and said with a hawk-like gaze, "Yes, it's possible."

Upon hearing his brief reply, a thoughtful glint flashed in Dazai Osamu's eyes, but he said nothing more.

The people of the "Flag Society"... that little dwarf really trusts them...

Within the Port Mafia, there is a small group called the "Flag Society," composed of capable and promising young people, including many candidates for leadership positions.

The surgeon was a member of the Hong Kong Triads' "Flag Society".

Not long after joining the Port Mafia, Chuuya Nakahara was invited to join the "Flag Society." Through their interactions, he never expected to gradually develop such deep connections with the members of the "Flag Society"...

They can be considered companions.

He trusted his companions.

Chuuya put away his phone and looked at the tightly closed door. His gaze seemed to be fixed on the door, and he unconsciously softened his breathing.

With a loud bang, the door was violently kicked open, and Zhu Yu rushed out excitedly from behind it, followed closely by the surgeon.

The surgeon, who always had a strong desire to control every part of the medical room, didn't seem to care at all about Zhu Yu's rude behavior towards the medical room door. Instead, his eyes burned with a kind of almost fanatical approval, and his fingertips trembled slightly with excitement, like an apostle who had just returned from a miracle.

Chuuya Nakahara rarely saw a surgeon with this expression. The last time he saw it was when Chuuya was talking about a patient he had barely managed to save at a party. According to him, it was even rarer than Abraham's sacrificial dagger suddenly turning into a lily.

And now, what makes him show this expression...

Chuuya Nakahara suddenly had a bad feeling and asked, "Is she alright?"

The surgeon withdrew his burning gaze from Zhu Yu and turned to Zhong Ye, his expression now calm and composed: "You are in excellent health."

"That's good..."

"Chuuya, are you and Ms. Kawakami on good terms?" the surgeon suddenly asked.

They have a very good relationship...

Chuuya Nakahara unconsciously rubbed his cuffs with his fingertips, feeling inexplicably shy. He quietly observed Zhu Yu's reaction and subconsciously straightened his back: "Um...of course."

"Of course!" Zhu Yu exclaimed enthusiastically, as if she were about to speak up in class. She raised her right hand high and jumped up and down to attract the surgeon's attention.

Of course, players aren't biased towards one group over the other.

She walked over to Dazai, put her arm around his shoulder, and gave him a thumbs-up in front of her chest: "Dazai and I are very close too!"

Nakahara Chuuya: ......

Dazai Osamu, suddenly drawn into the topic: ......

The two of them: What idiots!