As the first hospital in the Kinki region, the Affiliated Hospital of Kyoto University School of Medicine is still very busy today, and there are no fewer patients at all due to the Chinese New Year.
The two episodes just now were completely forgotten as he drove here.
In fact, in a place like a hospital, no matter how cheerful a person is, their mood will be suppressed by the invisible atmosphere. Just like you are still nervous when you go to the police station even if you don't seek special services from a technician.
It was also on a whim. When he learned that Kogi Seimei was still in the hospital, he felt that the situation was not good.
And as he entered the ward building and entered the intensive care unit according to the given room number, especially after seeing Kogi Seimei again, his originally good mood disappeared in an instant.
"Has Ikeda-san been in a coma for a week?"
Looking at the woman lying on the hospital bed, Minamoto no Laiguang felt heavy and didn't know what to say.
The smell of disinfectant filled the entire room, and the ventilator made a steady beeping sound. In addition, there was a heartbeat monitor, a ventricular fibrillation machine that was not activated, and even a catheter extending under the mattress.
Chinatsu Ikeda's condition at this time can be said to have undergone earth-shaking changes compared to half a month ago in Hokkaido. Her skin was so withered that blood vessels were exposed.
The person who looked pretty at the wedding a while ago is now like this, which is inevitably unacceptable.
This also makes Yorimitsu Minamoto's thoughts spread. People who value love cannot be happy, but people who play with love are prosperous. This is probably the norm now.
"After returning from Hokkaido, Chinatsu was like a broken string. She fainted suddenly. When I sent her to the hospital, she only woke up twice. The doctor said that her current condition was already severe...
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Kogi Seimei sat on a chair and covered his face with his hands on his legs. His voice was a little hoarse and seemed to be numb, but when he mentioned the key words about life and death, his voice trembled but he still couldn't speak.
At the age of twenty-two, when I had just graduated from school and looked forward to the future, my life turned into a huge turning point because of the word love.
There is actually nothing wrong with this, but the key is to choose love without good results, and to bear unbearable pressure. The more he misses this beauty, the more painful it is. This is a huge blow to him.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu stood there silently, looking at Kogi Seimei's helpless look and feeling mixed in his heart.
Those who value love suffer.
This kind of logic would be a good selling point in a storybook, but when it actually happens to people around me, it makes my heart extremely heavy.
Minamoto Noraimitsu walked over and patted him on the shoulder.
But Kogi Seimei didn't respond.
This kind of encouragement has left him unable to muster any strength.
"Maybe there will be a turning point."
Minamoto Noraimitsu looked down, his tone became serious, and he reminded him emphatically:
"You can't collapse. Although I know it may seem useless to say this, but before something unexpected happens to Ikeda-san, you are his biggest support."
Kogi Seimei also clearly sensed the truth behind Minamoto no Yorimitsu's words. He did not raise his head, but hesitated for a moment and nodded heavily, as if to encourage himself.
In fact, his current condition is not good either.
Not to mention his energy level, just from the dark circles under his eyes and the chapped skin on his fingers that he just glanced at, we knew that he had suffered a lot recently.
Maybe it’s to work to make money, or maybe it’s to take care of my wife personally, or maybe it’s because I’m nervous and stay up late.
He knows Kogi Seimei very well, and he also knows that the other party actually doesn't like to owe favors. Although he paid 5 million in medical expenses last time, the cost of reinstalling the intensive care unit, plus various dialysis examinations and medical expenses
To put it bluntly, it is actually very stretched.
But if he gave too much, I'm afraid Kogi Haruaki would definitely not accept too much money at that time.
He planned not to talk about it this time, but to go directly to the inpatient department to pay the fee when he left. In addition, he would ask the doctor. If there was no completely matching organ replacement, it would actually be acceptable if the rejection rate was small.
A life span of one or two months is not completely equivalent to a life of two or three years.
After all, if the organ is not suitable, the rejection reaction will be relatively large after replacement, which will be extremely painful for the patient. With Kogi Seimei's character, he may not be willing to do it, but this is his choice.
He didn't stay in the ward for long, and Ogi Seimei probably didn't want to have contact with anyone. After declining his invitation with a tired look on his face, Minamoto no Yorimitsu left the ward directly.
After going to the inpatient department, I took my bank card and directly recharged 10 million yen into the other party's medical number. Then I visited the other party's attending physician. After some inquiries, I got a disappointing answer. There were no even poorly matched organs.
, the answer is also very official.
But the other party saw that he seemed to have financial confidence, so he suggested that he contact overseas hospitals to try his luck, and maybe he could buy a suitable replacement organ at a high price.
It's just that the other party didn't say anything about contact information, purchasing channels, and how to connect. After all, it was just a reminder. It was impossible to make it too clear, but it could be regarded as a reminder to Minamoto Yorimitsu.
After leaving the hospital, he was still feeling heavy.
This time there was no hesitation, and he once again activated his contacts and explained that he wanted to seek help after explaining the matter.
"Tsukie-san? Yes, I am Minamoto Norimitsu. I have something to ask you for help. Last time I mentioned that a friend is seriously ill. I wonder if you have any news recently?"
"Good afternoon, Ando-san, I'm sorry to bother you."
"Hello, Director Kuroda, I am Minamoto Yorimitsu from Kyoto Broadcasting. I haven't heard from you for a long time."
"It's me. Is President Murakami doing well recently?"
"Hello, Ms. Takizawa, I am Minamoto Yorimitsu who purchased your store last time. To be honest, it is a bit presumptuous to call me, but if you have time, can we chat?"
Minamoto norimitsu flipped through his address book and called both familiar and unfamiliar people. Without exception, these people were all very energetic people, and they might be able to help unexpectedly in this regard.
Of course, connections rely on friendship. For example, Executive Yue Jiang and President Ando agreed immediately, patting their chests on the phone and saying they would try their best to help him.
The president of Mitsubishi Bank's Kyoto branch, whom he had not met a few times, and Director Kuroda of the Kyoto Prefectural Police also agreed, but they were obviously not that enthusiastic.
It's easy to agree verbally, and then directly say that you can't help when asked later, and pretend that you tried your best but couldn't help. Not only can you gain a favor, but you don't have to pay anything yourself.
He is indeed more afraid of owing favors, but he also has to divide things. Although friendship cannot be accurately measured, as the first person in the world to have a heart-to-heart relationship with him, Kogi Seimei naturally has this qualification.
After making these phone calls, Minamoto norimitsu's face remained calm because he didn't have high expectations.
His fingers slid back and forth on the smooth phone screen, and finally settled on a contact. After hesitating for a while, he pressed the dial button.
The call was connected a bit slowly, and the other party might have been processing something, but after almost half a minute of ringing, a familiar voice came over.
"Yuanjun? Why did you call me?"
A voice like gurgling water seemed to be accompanied by the clanging sound of metal earrings. The voice of Seiko Kamiya was a little confused, and he almost didn't take the initiative to call.
"I have something to trouble you with."
Minamoto Yorimitsu did not beat around the bush, but he knew the character of Seiko Kamiya very well, and the conversation between the two did not require too much concealment, which could save some time.
Then he spoke briefly, emphasizing that she was a good friend of his and that he needed to use her energy to help find suitable organs for surgery.
The Kamiya family is one of the few prominent families in Kyoto, and their network of connections is like a spider web. It is far more terrifying to activate in real life than imagined. It can be said that she alone is worth the sum of all the people just now.
Moreover, the richer people are, the more afraid they are of death. In the past, Minamoto no Raimitsu had heard that rich people of this level would often store similar things to extend their lives.
He also had no intention of asking the other party to help him for free. He explained that he could ask the other party to set conditions, as long as he tried to meet the conditions within his own capabilities. He pursued equal value transactions and did not want to expand the favor.
"Okay, I'll keep an eye on it, don't worry."
After a brief silence, Seiko Kamiya did not respond to the request he asked her to make, but simply agreed, seemingly promising to buy groceries after get off work.
"Then it's up to you."
Minamoto Yorimitsu thanked her, this time from the bottom of his heart, and then wanted to ask her if she had any requests.
But his words haven't been spoken yet.
He was cut off by the other party's voice.
"Let's put aside my words of thanks, did Yuan-kun forget something?" Seiko Kamiya asked on the other end of the phone.
"Forgot something?"
"Come with me to Tokyo."
Minamoto Noraimitsu was stunned for a moment while holding the phone. After thinking carefully, a look of surprise appeared in his eyes. Then he pondered for a moment and asked: "Are you free in the past few days?"
It stands to reason that the other party's father had just passed away. Even if she had been running such a large property as the Kamiya family for many years, various changes should take a lot of time.
"It will take two or three days." Seiko Kamiya on the other side of the phone paused for a moment, then spoke two seconds later and asked more: "Would it take up your time to go longer?"
"No, just don't be busy yourself." The house was deserted, with only the white cat accompanying him at home. He could just leave the white cat in a nearby pet store temporarily, and he had nothing to do.
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"In that case, let's just say that for now."
Kamiya Seiko acted vigorously and resolutely, without too many pleasantries. After deciding to let Minamoto Yorimitsu accompany her to Tokyo to relax, he directly asked him to send her the information about Chinatsu Ikeda for comparison and search.
After everything was said, it was already ten minutes before the call was hung up.
Minamoto Yorimitsu tapped his fingers on the steering wheel a few times, his eyes showing thoughts, but it didn't take long before he returned to normal, started the car and was ready to leave.
"Ling Lingling——"
The cell phone that had just been placed on the passenger side suddenly lit up again and a familiar ringtone sounded.
Minamoto Yorimitsu raised his eyebrows sideways.
I thought the other party had missed something, but when I picked up my phone and checked it, the contact's note made Minamoto no Yoriko's pupils suddenly tighten.
The cell phone ringtone was still ringing in the car.
After a few seconds, he picked up the phone and answered the call.
"Specialist, what are you doing? Are you bothering you?"
A soft voice came from the microphone, and a lazy figure instantly appeared in my mind.
"What's wrong, Miss Mizusawa?"
Minamoto Yorimitsu asked calmly.
"Why are you so cold and irresponsible when you speak? The last time you put a gun to my head, you weren't so impatient."
Even if I didn't see the real person, I could tell from the sound that I was feeling pity. There was also the sound of water running across the street. I don't know if I was taking a bath or something else.
Minamoto Noraimitsu frowned and kept his voice calm: "As for what happened last time, I think I have made it very clear. I am not used to being threatened."
"So if I try to keep you and prevent you from going to find that vixen, can you put such a terrible gun to my head and almost kill me?"
Mizusawa Natsuye's voice on the other end of the phone sounded smiling, like the tone she used to talk to him when they met each other, but the original intention of her words was not like that.
Hearing this, Minamoto Yorimitsu fell silent.
The Grand Master never plays her cards according to the routine, so I can't figure out what her intentions are, but she knows that the other party is very vindictive, so she has been on guard these days.
But after New Year's Day, Mizusawa Natsuye didn't make any move, even if he asked Nagayama Ying to step up his protection and observation, there was no difference at all.
He was almost relaxed these days, but Mizusawa Natsuye called suddenly. Although his tone of voice was normal, he didn't think so.
The phone fell into silence for a while.
On the opposite side, Mizusawa Natsuye seemed to have anticipated this situation. She chuckled lightly, heard the sound of paper turning at her hand, and then spoke.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu suddenly frowned and interrupted the other party.
"Isn't this your friend's wife? Isn't this the bride we witnessed their wedding in the Water Church last time we were in Hokkaido?"
"So what do you mean by investigating this?"
"Of course I'm helping you. According to my understanding, your friend's wife seems to be in great need of matching organs for surgery. I just had resources here. Didn't I contact you as soon as they were shipped from abroad?"
"..."
The call hung up after two minutes, and Minamoto Laiguang drove to Shangjing District, arriving at his destination half an hour later.
Follow the directions to a high-end foot massage shop.
Following the maid in kimono through the antique corridor, she opened the white paper wooden door and entered the side room, where she saw Mizusawa Natsuye, who was half lying down.
As the maid walked away slowly.
There were only two of them left in the room.
Minamoto Noraimitsu stood there and looked at her.
Mizusawa Natsuye's crimson lips were only slightly raised, and she lifted her white feet from the barrel, placing one delicate and small foot on top of the other's fair calf in the aqua blue kimono.
There were still drops of water dripping between the toes, facing the direction where he was standing, and seemed to exude a strange fragrance.
Mizusawa Natsuye held the side of her face with one hand, pressed the blue noble kimono under her body, raised her right hand holding the fan and pointed at her little feet.