"Your wound... may be a little painful..." The man known as Dr. Kujo frowned and spoke with concern.
First, disinfect with hydrogen peroxide and iodophor, and then observe the size and depth of the wound.
"But the good news is that it's not too deep, no sutures are needed, and the tendons are not injured. It won't cause wrist problems. As for whether there will be scars...it depends on the individual's constitution." The doctor in a white sweater Said so.
Disinfect, apply medicine, and bandage.
"It doesn't matter, I'm a boy, it's okay even if I have scars." Nikaidou Takuichi said with a seemingly good temper.
After all, he doesn't lack this scar.
"The bandage is very good." He said looking at the neat bandage on his wrist.
"Thank you, it's a profession after all." Dr. Kujo smiled.
"To express my gratitude, I will give you a gift." Nikaido Takuichi looked very grateful.
"No, there's no need for a thank you gift..." Dr. Kujo was about to refuse.
"I know a good brewery. Does Mr. Kujo like drinking?" Nikaidou Takuichi asked directly before the other party could finish his rejection.
"Drinking will affect my hands, you know? Being a doctor requires a pair of very stable hands, so I don't drink." Dr. Kujo smiled.
"But I like the smell of alcohol, and the smell after the alcohol evaporates makes me a little dizzy..."
"It has a very nice taste," the man said.
"Thank you very much, farewell." Nikaidou Taku nodded, stood up and left.
"Nikaido-san is also very handsome. He is on par with Mr. Kujo. One is an aristocratic boy and the other is a mature doctor. It's really hard to choose..." the girls whispered with emotion.
The man with very good hearing lowered his eyes and smiled.
After leaving the health room, Nikaido Takuichi became more certain of his guess.
It's normal for doctors not to drink.
Although he didn't ask anything.
But his intuition told him that it was someone related to the organization.
Maybe it's because I have met many members of the organization in the training ground. Even if they are disguised and their true faces cannot be seen, they still have a special feeling.
Dr. Kujo was the same type as the people he met on the training grounds.
As for the other English teacher…
He returned to the classroom, faced the classmates who expressed concern, and politely showed them his bandaged wrists.
"Teacher Kujo said it's nothing and it won't affect its use," he said.
As the class bell rang, a group of people returned to their seats.
A woman wearing a uniform hip skirt and a small black suit walked into the classroom.
He is more like a lawyer than a teacher.
She is also a beautiful and charming lawyer.
Nikaido Takuichi has given up the idea of testing the other party.
Not surprisingly, these two new teachers are members of the organization.
I don’t know why, but after discovering this, I felt inexplicably more at ease.
He packed his schoolbag and left.
"Nikaido-kun, see you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow."
Everyone seemed to have an easy-going personality as they bid him farewell, and he responded to them politely.
Just like the ignored Nikaido Takuichi in the past, it was a nightmare.
"Really...how long will I be under surveillance? I haven't seen Lord Caol for a long time." He glanced around the corner with his peripheral vision and sighed in a bad mood.
Even if you have already met each other in the game.
But more than ten days have passed.
It was unbearable to only see each other on the news.
With this thought in mind, he bought a newspaper from a nearby newsstand.
…
"Mr. Beichuan, thank you very much for taking this time..."
"That's very kind of you and it was an honor to help the police."
"Dr. Beichuan is such a good man."
"Where there."
Officer Megure and Osamu Kitagawa were facing each other, holding hands and complimenting each other.
"Now that it's over, I'll leave first. My clinic hasn't been open for a month..." Kitagawa Murasuu sounded helpless.
"I hope my clients won't forget me." He said with a wry smile.
"Don't worry, with Mr. Kitagawa's strength, he will definitely not be forgotten." Officer Megure complimented.
"Then I'll take my leave first." Kitagawa Murakami nodded politely.
I breathed a sigh of relief after walking out of the hospital.
I returned to the clinic where I had been closed for a month. The moment I opened it, I saw dust swirling in the sun.
"It looks like it's going to be cleaned up..." He looked at the environment of the clinic and sighed.
But doing it yourself is impossible.
He contacted his usual housekeeping team on his mobile phone.
There is nothing invisible in the clinic, so he has no worries about discovering any secrets.
"Tequila... is a good drink." He stood at the door of the clinic, waiting for the arrival of the housekeeping team, while he was lost in thought.
Then he used his mobile phone to log into the dark web and posted a message using his account.
[Selling information related to the restricted area of life, exclusive information, friendly price of one million US dollars, please contact if necessary. 】
Kitagawa Murakami, who has been in the Life Forbidden Zone for a month, knows that this is an organizational plan, and has learned a lot of information that can be disclosed in the communication with the young master, is indeed qualified to sell such information.
He doesn't care whether the clinic makes money or not. He opens a clinic and works as a front-line doctor in other hospitals just to find a reasonable way to fund himself.
Most of his assets were acquired as a cager.
A piece of information starts at 500,000 yen.
Detailed version starts at one million.
Information involving confidential information starts with tens of millions of dollars.
As long as he can afford the price, Rongmu will accept any commission.
…
"Pa—" Atobe Keigo quickly slapped a card away with his quick eyes and hands.
As soon as the next sentence was spoken, Akashi Seijuro moved.
"Pa--" He also slapped a card away.
There are many songs, and there are many songs.
Suoh Taman's impression of this was a group of beauties in kimonos, graceful in posture, accompanied by the readers' recitation, and the scene of taking away cards was described lightly.
But when Keigo Atobe and Seijuro Akashi competed, he saw two people who were eager to fight.
grace? Personable? Kimono beauty? Brief description?
nonexistent.
When two people are of equal strength, none of these situations exist. They just treat each other seriously and go all out.
"I don't know why, but it feels a bit scary..." Xu Wanghuan hid behind Feng Jingye.
The fighting spirit of those two people could burn them to death.
"After all, there is a saying that the king does not see the king. The two of them are usually fine, but once it comes to the victory or defeat of the game, it will become like this." Tsushima Shuji also lowered his voice and whispered.
"Is it so scary? No, I am also a king? Why don't I feel this way?" King Xu fell into deep thought.
"Maybe it's because... Tamaki-senpai, you are an idiot." Shuji Tsushima thought for a while and said seriously.
Suohuan:...? ? ?
"Huh? Why is this-!" He suddenly complained with tears in his eyes.
