As an affiliated hospital of Kyoto University School of Medicine, Kyoto University Hospital can be said to be the most comprehensive hospital in Kansai. I am afraid that only the Affiliated Hospital of Tokyo University can eclipse its strength.
Although they are both in Sakyo Ward, the commute in Kyoto is obviously not much better than in Tokyo. It took Minamoto Yorimitsu nearly an hour to reach his destination.
It mainly took half an hour to find a parking lot.
After all, hospital parking spaces are always hard to come by.
As soon as Minamoto no Yorimitsu got out of the car, he felt that the sun was somewhat obscured. After only two minutes of walking, sweat began to form on his back.
The weather in Kyoto in September is still unpredictable.
Today feels a bit like the coming summer in July.
He has never been to the Affiliated Hospital of Kyoto University School of Medicine. Although it is an affiliated hospital of Kyoto University, it is still several kilometers away from the main campus of Kyoto University and the main building of Shugakuin.
As a student of the Department of Economics, Minamoto Yorimitsu would not be able to come into contact with this place. In addition, he himself has never been seriously ill. He usually buys some medicine from the school hospital to deal with colds and fevers. He has never been to this school.
of this affiliated hospital.
"Fujiwara-san, my mother is in critical condition right now. I want to borrow a sum of money from you and I will be able to pay it back to you soon. I really need this money, otherwise I won't be able to pay my mother's medical bills.
..”
I just parked my car in the parking lot across the road from the hospital. As soon as I opened the car door, I saw a middle-aged man sweating profusely talking on the phone. The flattery and urgency in his tone were very obvious.
It's just that the process of borrowing money obviously didn't go smoothly for him.
Before he could finish his words, the other party had already hung up the phone, leaving him to hold back the rest of his words.
Under Minamoto Yorimitsu's gaze, this obese man was silent for a few seconds, and then he began to turn the buttons on his cell phone to continue making calls.
"Hello? Takeshita-san, it's me. I'm really in need of money right now. My mother is sick and is in the hospital waiting for treatment. I still have more than three million left before I can get enough money..."
The phone was hung up again.
The middle-aged man opened his mouth and was speechless, as if someone had tightened his neck.
He looked at the phone in silence for a moment, then continued to make another call.
"Hello, Miss Beichuan, I am..."
Minamoto Yorimitsu watched the other party making phone calls one after another.
Then they were hung up one after another.
In less than five minutes, the man was fiddling with his phone with dull eyes, as if he was still looking for any numbers in the call list that he could call.
It's obviously gone.
In a hot weather of more than 30 degrees, it was obviously unwise to make a phone call in the sun. Minamoto Yoriguang could clearly see that the front of the other party's white shirt was soaked in large areas.
The man finally lowered his arms feebly and sat limply in front of the parking space, watching the ants on the ground without any movement like a zombie.
th.
Even from a distance of five or six meters, Minamoto no Yorimitsu could feel his despair, the kind of despair that comes from being born but unable to do anything.
However, the most indispensable thing in front of the hospital is despair.
Although Minamoto no Yorimitsu felt uncomfortable, he turned around and left in silence.
For things that you can't do anything about, you don't even deserve to feel pity, because you don't have the strength to save it.
After walking out of the parking lot, he took out his cell phone and sent a message to Sakichu Koto.
In fact, from the moment Sakichu Kodō asked her to come to the hospital, Minamoto Yorimitsu no longer had any doubts about her condition, because this attitude was the most unshakable evidence.
She just wanted to prove to herself that her grandma was indeed a patient.
There was no deliberate deception to get money or anything like that.
In fact, Lai Guang understands these sources.
I just came here to make the other person feel at ease.
Ding--
Sakichu Kodou: [I'm at the entrance of the hospital, you should be able to see me.]
Messages sent were responded to quickly.
However, Minamoto Yorimitsu stood at the door of the hospital and looked around but didn't see it.
Just when he frowned slightly and wanted to make a call, a familiar voice came from behind, interrupting him as he was about to dial.
"I'm here."
Minamoto Yorimitsu followed the sound and turned around, and found a short figure behind him. Only by subconsciously lowering his head could he see the whole figure.
He just looked at the other person with his cell phone and was slightly startled for a moment.
After a while, he asked hesitantly.
"Who are you?"
"...I've already washed myself..."
The short girl bit her lip and whispered.
Minamoto Yorimitsu looked at her in great surprise. He opened his mouth and was speechless for a while. After a while, he asked half-believingly: "Sakichu?"
The little girl nodded silently.
Before the other party could speak, he asked again:
"Have you had plastic surgery these days?"
It was really hard for Minamoto Laiguang not to be shocked.
He had never seen the little girl in front of him before, and it could even be said that he had no impression of her at all.
The originally slender bangs were a little shorter, and a pair of beautiful eyes were hidden in them, emitting a mist-like light in the starry sky.
Her crow-feather-like hair hangs down on the side of her shoulders, there is some sweat on the tip of her small and exquisite nose, and her cherry-colored lips shine in the light.
The cheeks are thin yet round, and the skin is fair enough not to make people look sick.
Sakichu Koto's appearance changed from before, her hair was soft and smelled of blue jacaranda flowers, and her slender eyelashes trembled gently at the edges of her eyes.
A distance of twenty centimeters.
It is already close to the distance called close at hand.
Even Minamoto Yorimitsu didn't recover for a moment.
Especially when his eyes moved down, his white shirt was soaked with sweat and his chest was slightly heaving.
It's big and beautiful.
It is a scale that allows management scientists to think divergently.
"I don't."
Sakichu Xiaoteng felt his gaze staring at her, and her fair cheeks turned red in the blink of an eye, and gradually spread to her neck. She quickly lowered her head like a quail and said in a low voice: "I told you, I am beautiful.
of."
Minamoto no Yorimitsu came to his senses, opened his mouth and didn't know how to refute, and in the end he didn't intend to refute.
I had never looked closely at Sakichu Kodō’s face before.
Because her bangs couldn't even be seen, the two of them didn't exchange a word in the class. When they later paid for her help, they never thought that the other person would be so beautiful.
So your investment is more profitable?
Minamoto Noraimitsu didn't have time to think too much. He just saw beads of sweat on the other person's forehead, frowned slightly and asked: "Have you been waiting at the entrance of the hospital?"
"Um."
Sakichu Koto nodded silently.
"Why don't you go wait for me under the tree, you might get heatstroke under the sun." Minamoto norimitsu looked at the sweat on her forehead, and there was some strange redness on the sides of her cheeks. He was really afraid that her body wouldn't be able to bear it.
"I'm just standing under the tree waiting for you, but it's still very hot under the tree..."
"Then you can wait until I arrive before coming out. It will be very dirty if you sweat in the weather now."
"I...I can take a shower when I get home. I won't make you feel dirty..."