Upon hearing Ning Zhiheng's words, the driver hesitated for a moment and asked, "Fujiwara-kun, are you sure it's okay?"
After receiving Ning Zhiheng's affirmative reply, the driver drove away.
Ning Zhiheng stepped into the hospital lobby. In fact, his physical condition far exceeded that of ordinary people, especially his amazing recovery ability. Not long after the paper cutter made a cut, his muscles and skin began to heal. There was no need for so much bleeding. It was only because he deliberately broke the wound that the blood kept flowing out, which looked quite frightening.
As soon as I stepped into the hospital lobby, two nurses came to greet me.
"Sir, who are you?"
“I am a Japanese expatriate!” Ning Zhiheng knew what they meant and immediately answered.
Upon hearing Ning Zhiheng's fluent Kansai accent, both nurses relaxed. One of them quickly said, "Sir, your wound is still bleeding. Please come with me!"
Ning Zhiheng suffered an external injury and was quickly led to the surgical clinic. A middle-aged doctor stepped forward, carefully inquired about the injury, and began to examine Ning Zhiheng.
"Name, age?" the assistant doctor asked.
“Fujiwara Tomohito, twenty-one years old!” Ning Zhiheng replied.
"You speak with a strong Kyoto accent. Are you a member of the Fujiwara family of Kyoto?" the middle-aged doctor asked in surprise.
Ning Zhiheng looked somewhat embarrassed and embarrassed, but finally nodded and said, "It's just a branch of the family; they just immigrated to Shanghai!"
Everyone in the room had a bright look in their eyes. This was a nobleman's son, but judging from his appearance, he was clearly not living a very happy life.
It wasn't that these Japanese people were easily deceived, but rather that Japanese society was strictly hierarchical, with nobles wielding significant influence among the citizens. Commoners generally acknowledged the nobility's superiority and rarely dared to offend them. Consequently, cases of commoners impersonating nobles to commit fraud were almost nonexistent, so Ning Zhiheng's words didn't arouse suspicion. Moreover, Ning Zhiheng's frank admission that he was merely a fallen nobleman's son actually resonated more easily with ordinary people.
It should be noted that wealthy and powerful nobles in China rarely immigrate to China except to join the military. Many immigrants are forced to leave their homes and seek survival in foreign lands because they have lost their land and have no means of livelihood.
In fact, there are also some impoverished noble children in China who, for many reasons, do not live any better than ordinary citizens. Fujiwara Tomohito is clearly one of them.
Even so, Fujiwara Tomohito's identity immediately changed the attitude of the people in the room towards him.
"Fujiwara-kun, your wound isn't deep. You don't need stitches. Just some simple disinfection and bandaging. I'll prescribe some medication for you. It's best to come here every day to change the dressing. The wound will heal quickly," the middle-aged doctor said kindly.
The nurse applying the medicine to Ning Zhiheng looked at his handsome face and her grip became much gentler, so much so that it took a long time to finish bandaging him, much to the doctor's surprise.
Ning Zhiheng nodded slightly and said gratefully, "I'm very grateful for the trouble I've caused everyone!"
Then Ning Zhiheng slowly walked out of the consultation room, feigning weakness, and sat down on a bench in the hallway outside.
He had to find out about Yu Li's situation because Yu Li's injuries were also external. Whether it was a gunshot wound or a knife wound, he needed to be sent to a surgical clinic for treatment. That's why he found this way to legitimately enter Bo Li Hospital and try to find out about Yu Li.
The nurse who was changing his dressing quickly noticed him, ran a few steps to him, and asked, "Fujiwara-kun, why haven't you gone home yet? Are you still feeling unwell?"
Ning Zhiheng gave an awkward smile and said somewhat embarrassedly, "I rarely see blood. Seeing so much blood makes me a little dizzy. I want to rest here for a while."
After speaking, Ning Zhiheng placed his right hand on his forehead and gently rubbed his temples, appearing to be barely holding on.
"Fujiwara-kun, you have mild symptoms of fainting at the sight of blood, but it's alright, go and rest in the waiting room!" The nurse quickly reached out to help him up and walked towards the waiting room.
"Thank you so much. May I ask your name?" Ning Zhiheng said gratefully.
"Of course!" The nurse smiled shyly. "My name is Abe Emi. I hope you'll take good care of me, Fujiwara-kun!"
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