Dr. Kitagawa, who had just performed an operation on a client who was shot at three in the morning, finally managed to go to sleep after seeing off the client, but was awakened by the ringing of his personal phone.
Dr. Beichuan:……
On the pure white single bed, the man with platinum blond hair turned over heavily.
The atmosphere around me was extremely depressing.
He picked up the phone that was vibrating next to him.
"Who?" His voice was cold and suppressed his annoyance.
He asked aloud while sitting up from the bed.
After picking up the water on top of the bed and drinking it in one gulp, I finally woke up.
Anyone who knows his phone number must be a guest.
And guests always enjoy privileges here in Beichuan.
Even if he gets angry, he won't do anything to potential customers.
Who can have trouble with money?
"Hello, this is Toru Amuro." The male voice on the other end of the phone seemed familiar.
Oh, I remembered it.
The bodyguard of Shuji Tsushima who pointed a gun at his head.
Also a member of that organization.
I just don't know what the codename is.
"Do you need anything?" Dr. Beichuan asked.
The money has come.
"Can you please come to our young master's home to see a doctor?" the man on the other end of the phone asked.
"For my patients, of course, but..." Beichuan didn't understand.
This kind of customer is not suitable for going out, and it is not like he has never done any entrustment that requires him to come to the door himself.
It's just that those guests were all seriously injured and couldn't move easily at all.
Is the same true for that young master?
Incapable of action due to serious injuries?
"Don't worry about money. The most important thing our young master needs is money." The man on the other end of the phone spoke calmly.
"Of course, I will not doubt Master Tsushima's financial resources..." The shirtless man got out of bed.
"Please tell me a time and I will come to visit you." Put on your shirt and tie.
"Okay, I understand." He hung up the phone.
Brush your teeth, wash your face, comb your hair.
Finally put on a white coat.
He put on thin gold-rimmed glasses to block his extremely cool gray eyes.
The gentle and elegant Dr. Beichuan is about to start his business again.
His white-gloved hand held a scalpel.
He used a scalpel to comb his hair in front of the mirror.
From time to time, I reply to messages on my mobile phone.
…
One o'clock in the afternoon.
Dr. Kitagawa carried his work box to the apartment where Tsushima Shuji lived.
Since he came alone, he also registered his name and contact information at the front desk of the apartment.
He took out the pen he carried with him from the front pocket of his white coat and wrote his full name on the register - Kitagawa Murakami.
In this short period of asking about his identity, he had already asked many questions.
"Next, you can use President Tsushima's private elevator over there and you can go directly to the top floor..." the person in charge of registration said dutifully.
"Private elevator? Is there one elevator per household?" Dr. Beichuan asked calmly.
"No, only President Tsushima has..." the registration staff explained.
"I understand, thank you." The man with blond hair, gray eyes, pale complexion and gold-rimmed glasses smiled elegantly and restrainedly.
Then he walked into Shuji Tsushima's private elevator.
Dr. Kitagawa couldn't help but sigh inwardly, how extravagant and lustful this young master of the Tsushima family who was his patient was in his life.
I didn't want to share the same elevator with other people, so I spent money to build a direct elevator for myself.
Make sure he doesn't get into the elevator with strangers.
I didn’t want to meet the residents on the same floor, so I bought the entire top floor including the rooftop.
There will be no worries about neighbors.
"Doctor Beichuan?" As soon as the elevator door closed, the voice of the person who called him came from the elevator.
Young Master Tsushima's bodyguard, Mr. Amuro.
So what is Young Master Tsushima’s status in that organization?
Are there partnerships that provide funding?
But the lives that the young master was carrying were probably much more than those of his two bodyguards.
Kitagawa Murakami remembered what the young man said to him when they first met.
[Sometimes, the smell of blood cannot be washed away.]
At that time, he had just killed someone, and the body was still in the basement without being disposed of. He only had time to wash off the blood on his body, and then went out through the back door, pretending that he had just returned to the clinic.
But he was still seen through by the other party.
What the young man said about the young man who killed more than 60,000 people.
He couldn't believe it, but when he saw the other person's eyes, he couldn't help but have an idea in his heart -
The boy told the truth.
However, in this peaceful era, how did you manage to kill more than 60,000 people?
[Those patients who are really seriously ill will regard their imaginary experiences as reality]
[They cannot distinguish between reality and illusion, and live in the memory of fantasy day after day]
Does the young master of the Tsushima family look like the kind of person who can't distinguish reality from fiction and lives in fantasy?
The elevator door opened.
"Doctor Beichuan, here." The blond man with purple eyes stood at the door and greeted politely.
"Trouble." The man with blond hair, gray eyes and a white coat nodded.
At least I didn't have a gun pointed at my head as soon as I opened the elevator door.
"Where is Master Tsushima?" He carried his suitcase and looked at the living room.
I only saw a man with black hair and phoenix eyes, another bodyguard of the young master.
"Before Dr. Kitagawa diagnoses Master Xiuzhi, we have one more little thing to trouble you with." Midorikawa Mu smiled.
"No, it's not troublesome at all." Kitagawa Murakami put the box at his feet, lowered his head and adjusted his glasses, then said with a restrained smile.
They have already arrived at the opponent's home court. If they refuse...
No matter how you think about it, it's not the right answer.
"I think... we also need to conduct a diagnosis and treatment." The black-haired, gentle-looking and ordinary-looking bodyguard said.
Dr. Beichuan:……
He looked at Toru Amuro, who did not deny it, and then at Mu Midorikawa, whose expression was gentle but serious.
"You two..." Are you serious?
He still wanted to ask.
But when he saw the look in their eyes, he retracted his words wisely.
His identity and power are fine compared to those ordinary businessmen and politicians, but not worth mentioning to someone like... a member of a mysterious organization who also lives in the dark world and is a giant in the world.
He has no doubt that even if the other party kills him now, nothing will happen to him.
"Then, let's do a questionnaire first." He squatted down calmly, took out two questionnaires from the box and handed them to the two of them.
"There is no time limit, please answer seriously and be sure to answer your true thoughts." He held his glasses with one hand and said with an elegant smile.
Toru Amuro and Midorikawa glanced at each other, took the answer sheet, found a seat for each other, and began to answer quietly.
The doctor in a white coat sat down on the sofa in a natural manner, picked up the coffee on the coffee table and stirred it gently.
When the two of them handed in their questionnaires almost at the same time, Tsushima Shuji also walked out of the room.
The man on the sofa looked at the two questionnaires with an inscrutable look in his eyes and said, "I'm sorry, you two are hopeless."
Toru Amuro & Mu Midorikawa:???
Shuji Tsushima who just came out of the room: Hahahahaha.