Chapter 115: The tense doctor-patient relationship in Yokohama
"... Never mind. It's up to you."
Nakahara Chuuya calmed down and stopped looking at the player: "I'm leaving."
Fushimi Kyoji poked Dazai Osamu, who was sitting on the steps beside her, and asked, "Is Chuuya angry?"
Dazai Osamu lazily raised his hand to cover his mouth and yawned without answering.
"Ah, trying to guess what's going on in Chuuya's head is a complete waste of life." Dazai stood up and brushed off the nonexistent dust.
He looked around and his eyes lit up when he saw a nearby tree.
He untied the bandages on his hands and threw them onto the nearest branch, deciding to himself, "What a good tree! I'll use it to end my life."
"-Are you a suicidal maniac?" Nakahara Chuuya complained as he caught a glimpse of Dazai Osamu putting the bandage around his neck, completely unwilling to understand the meaning behind Dazai Osamu's action.
He hesitated, then added to the player, as if to disguise something: "...you've been out there for too long."
Is this an explanation?
Fushimi Kyoji blinked, "Okay, bye then, Chuuya."
"Um...bye."
After saying goodbye, Nakahara Chuuya was not as decisive as before and chose to leave immediately.
Cobalt blue eyes stared at the player intently, as if waiting for something. He hesitated and said, "You..."
"Huh?" The player who was curiously observing how Dazai Osamu tied the bandage turned around when he heard the voice.
"...Nothing." As if realizing how coy he was being, Zhongyuan Zhongya tutted uncomfortably, "Just ignore me."
"How disgusting! That look on my face, like I have something to hide," Dazai Osamu pointed out bluntly in a tone that could instantly provoke anger. "Isn't he waiting for us to keep him so he can have an excuse to go out and play without telling the others?"
"I won't let Chuuya get what he wants."
Nakahara Chuuya: I don't know why, but my fists are itching...
I really want to hit someone in the face.
Players agree with Dazai Osamu's statement: "If the members of 'Sheep' find out that Chuuya is with us, there will definitely be friction that will embarrass Chuuya."
When Nakahara Chuuya heard this, his original desire to teach Dazai Osamu a lesson gradually died down.
"Chuuya will probably be troubled too."
Nakahara Chuuya stood there in silence, and the players looked at Dazai Osamu, who was still dangling from the tree with great energy. "Dazai said that Chuuya is a tamed little dog."
Nakahara Chuuya, who had been quietly listening to the players' conversation, took a few seconds to react before suddenly focusing his fire on Dazai Osamu: "Huh? Bastard... He doesn't have to commit suicide, I can send him to hell right now!"
"Friendly, docile, and stubbornly loyal..." The player, unaffected by Nakahara Chuuya, spoke slowly and at his own pace, "This is the impression most people have of dogs."
The anger on Nakahara Chuuya's face gradually subsided and he calmed down.
Clear cobalt blue eyes stared at her, unclear as to the player's intention in suddenly saying this.
"But since it was Dazai who said that, that dog..."
The player changed the subject and blinked: "It must be just a taunt!"
“…Tsk.” Nakahara Chuuya turned his face away and, unusually, did not say anything about settling accounts with Dazai Osamu.
"If you're like that bastard Dazai, going around in circles just to mock me, then your goal has been achieved." Zhongyuan Zhong said angrily.
"That's not the case." The player shook his head, not insisting on looking him in the eye. "It's precisely because of this kind of character."
"Chuuya is different from me and Dazai."
“I have to think more about everything I do because…”
The player smiled at him: "Zhong is not alone."
Nakahara Chuuya was speechless.
"So……"
The player clapped his hands and decided, "Next time, when you sneak out, remember not to be discovered by your fellow Sheep."
"Hey! Didn't you just say I'd be troubled?!"
"Well, is that so?" The player didn't notice the mistake and answered him with a tilted head.
"Haaa!?" Nakahara Chuuya let out a high-pitched cry. He couldn't help but reveal a suspicious, inquiring look as he looked the player up and down. "I always feel like after getting to know you, your true character is gradually revealing. I feel like you're getting more and more demanding!"
"This is all Chuuya's fault."
At some point, the branch he was hanging on could no longer bear the weight and broke under Dazai's own weight, and he fell heavily.
Dazai Osamu's face was still flushed from lack of oxygen.
He lay on his back, not looking at anyone in particular, his hoarse voice intermittent, "Aren't ambitions and appetites nurtured little by little by letting Chuuya do what he wants?"
"If you're really bothered, just refuse."
He slowly glanced at Nakahara Chuuya, a mocking smile curling up at the corner of his mouth. "If you blindly let things go without any control, no matter what the result is, it will only be the product of your own actions."
As if shooing away a fly, he waved his hand impatiently at Nakahara Chuuya, "Little dog, hurry back to the flock of lambs who need the King of Sheep's protection."
It was rare for Nakahara Chuuya not to be angered by Dazai Osamu. Before leaving, he said to the player: "...Maybe you are right."
Aren’t you alone...?
Nakahara Chuuya silently repeated this sentence several times.
…
"Dazai-kun." A warm male voice called him.
"Aren't you going out with Chuuya-kun today?"
Dazai Osamu was indifferent to Mori Ogai's gentleness. There was an inorganic coldness in his eyes. He raised his fingers and flipped the coin back and forth on it. "The guy who was fooled by his companions will not come out today."
"I see." After getting the news he wanted to know, Mori Ogai restrained the arc of his smile.
There was no other sound in the small clinic.
"Can I come in?" The door of the clinic was pushed open a crack.
Mori Ogai and Dazai Osamu both noticed the sound of the door being pushed open before they said anything, but neither of them showed it.
The player cautiously poked his head in: "Excuse me."
Dazai Osamu remained motionless, showing no sign of rising to greet them. He unconsciously dragged out his voice like he was being coquettish: "Did you bring any crabs?"
Fushimi Kyoji shook his head: "The owner of the seafood store doesn't accept game coins."
Dazai Osamu suddenly lost his spirit and was too lazy to maintain the friendliness he had pretended to be. He looked like he wanted to wave his hand and turn the players away.
"Dazai-kun." The man, with his back to the door, raised the corner of his mouth towards Dazai Osamu, with an inexplicable brilliance in his eyes. His tone was very gentle, "Be more friendly to your friends."
The expression on Dazai Osamu's face visibly fell. He weakly greeted the players and said listlessly, "Come in."
"Excuse me." Fushimi Kyoji said softly and walked into the clinic he had visited not long ago.
"Haha, it feels like it's been ages since I last heard such a polite greeting," Mori Ogai sighed with a hint of nostalgia. He placed his index finger near his temples to help jog his memory, recalling, "Usually it's something like 'If you dare to move, I'll smash your head off.'"
"The doctor-patient relationship in Yokohama is really tense," Fushimi Kyoji said cautiously.
"Yeah." Mori Ogai helplessly spread his hands. "Recently, the fighting between mafia groups has become more and more frequent, and everyone has become very impetuous."
He pretended to sigh: "But there's nothing we can do about it."
As an underground black doctor, his tone showed distress, but it didn't seem like he was simply worried about the mixed group of patients who might threaten his own life.
The player stared at the dark red blood splattered on the gray wall, and the bullet holes of varying ages that showed how bad the situation was at the time.
...Would it be better to hang a sign saying 'Refuse to Treat Medical Disputes'?
After patiently listening to the player's thoughts, Mori Ogai didn't immediately express his opinion. Instead, he seemed to be thinking about something: "Eh... well."
The brand new scalpel turned in his hand, and a cold light flashed for a moment.
"In a place like Leibo Street, taking practical action to stop medical disputes is actually more effective than verbal persuasion." He had an intriguing smile on his lips and tilted his head slightly harmlessly in the direction of the player.
The player looked at Mori Ogai carefully again.
He was still wearing the same wrinkled white coat, his hair was a little messy, and there was blue stubble on his chin.
Without the blessing of a good face, it would be easy for people to think of him as a madao who has accomplished nothing.
Fushimi Kyoji was thinking.
Therefore, the "actual action" mentioned by Mori Ogai is most likely not what the players think.
……Maybe.
The player glanced again at the scalpel in the other person's hand, which looked very sharp.
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