The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

Ten minutes later, Kiharakawa, hurriedly putting on a white coat, appeared at the door of the infirmary.

Like Tomoaki Aride, he has his own job as a school doctor and is not able to work at Teitan every day.

A similar situation happened today. Judging from his appearance, he must have received a call from Mao Lilan and rushed to the school from the hospital.

Tomoaki Aida, who was sitting at the desk, looked at the other person who hurried in. He didn't stand up until he walked in with Ran Maoli. He said apologetically as they had agreed in advance, "You are finally here, Dr. Kiharakawa. There is an emergency with a patient in the clinic, so I have to rush back. I'll leave Karasawa to you."

After saying that, he pulled open the curtain beside the bed, patted Tang Ze who was sitting on the bedside, and said in a gentle voice: "Student Tang Ze, are you okay here?"

Through the gap in the curtain, the pale-faced Tang Ze glanced at Muharakawa who was standing not far away, then quickly looked away and nodded twice randomly.

His hands tightly grasped the quilt covering him, and it was obvious that he was not as calm as he appeared on the outside.

But compared to his own emotional fluctuations, he didn't want to delay the treatment of Tomoaki Niide's patients because of his condition.

Tang Zezhao's mental condition is a special case. His sense of self-identity is not strong, and it can even be said to be somewhat disordered. It is impossible for him to do something that would bother others because of personal affairs and delay other people's work.

So Tang Ze just lowered his head and covered his face with his hanging hair.

The expression behind him was obscured by the curtain that was closed again. With a relieved look on his face, Tomoaki Shinide walked back to the table, took off his white coat and put it on the hanger, nodded to Kiharakawa, and started walking out.

When passing by Mao Lilan, he raised his hand and patted the back of the girl who was hesitating whether she should wait in the infirmary, and pushed her out.

"But, if we leave Tang Ze alone..." Ran Mouri, who had not yet figured out the reason for Tang Ze's fluctuating emotions towards Kiharakawa and still remembered that Kiharakawa was a little suspicious, hesitated in her steps.

"Dr. Kiharakawa is here, don't worry, Mori-san." Shinide Tomoaki smiled and pushed her out, whispering in her ear, "Psychological treatment is very private and may reveal a lot of privacy and inner feelings. Tang Ze-kun may not want others to see it. Don't worry, he will get better."

Although Tang Ze's purpose is unclear, he must have his reasons for doing this. Let's just follow his request and clear the area first.

The worried Mao Li Ran was taken away by Aide Tomoaki. As the door of the infirmary closed again, Kiharakawa straightened his white coat and looked at the bed in front of him which was surrounded tightly by blue curtains.

Without other people watching, he didn't show any strange expression.

Karasawa Akira is an extremely special case, and Kiharakawa certainly knows this.

However, although he had been in Didan for several days, he was not in a hurry to contact Tang Zezhao. He had his own plans.

After all, he is the type of person who would save his favorite dishes for last during a meal.

Muharakawa approached slowly, not lightening his footsteps but deliberately making them heavier. His brand new leather shoes made loud sounds on the smooth floor tiles.

Standing in front of the curtain of the hospital bed, he stood there silently, without saying a word, making sure that his shadow was projected on the cloth and could be clearly seen by Tang Ze Zhao who was sitting in it.

Tang Ze, who was sitting inside, did see it.

The outline of his figure was reflected on the curtain for more than ten seconds, but Kiharakawa walked away from the curtain again, returned to Dr. Shinde's desk, and looked through the medical records left by the other party.

The sound of drawers opening and closing, the sound of plastic folders being picked up and put down, the crisp sound of papers being turned...

Tang Ze narrowed his eyes, and a gleam of light shone in his eyes.

This Kiharakawa is a master.

Karasawa asked Tomoaki Aida to pull up the curtain that blocked the view to form a small treatment room, just to see how Kiharakawa would deal with the situation.

It is known that the patient is suspected of having an anxiety attack, with obvious somatic symptoms and his emotions are likely to be in a fluctuating state. What would a professional psychologist do?

Kiharakawa's choice was to let the patient stay alone for a while in fear and torment, just like teasing a guinea pig.

On the one hand, he didn't speak at all, nor did he open the curtain to speak directly. On the other hand, he highlighted his presence in this space by constantly making sounds and shadows, constantly putting pressure on Tang Ze.

It was as if he knew where the victim was hiding, and then he stood in front of the cabinet playfully, quietly waiting for the person behind the cabinet.

Just from this one action, Tang Ze was very sure that this was another bastard with ulterior motives.

My identity makes me a sitting duck for the Tangze School. So many people are coming one after another, approaching me like moths to a flame.

No wonder the organization is reluctant to kill Tang Zezhao directly, he is so useful.

It took him about three minutes, like an ordinary careless doctor, to casually check the desk for a while, looking here and there. When Muharakawa estimated that the time was about up, he pretended to understand the patient's condition and finally walked towards the bed.

He reached out and pushed open the gap in the curtain. Before walking closer, he used one eye to leisurely observe Tang Zezhao's condition.

As he expected, Tang Zezhao on the hospital bed was on the verge of an anxiety attack. He held his chest and breathed deeply, but because he did not dare to disturb the people walking back and forth, he covered his mouth tightly with a quilt. Sweat kept pouring down, wetting the hair on the sides of his cheeks, making him look extremely embarrassed.

It really is.

Eight years ago, the senior’s treatment of Tang Zezhao was very effective. Unfortunately, the subsequent treatment plan was disrupted by the senior’s disappearance, and the complete treatment could not be successfully carried out.

Tang Ze, who has recovered from autism, does have cognitive abilities similar to those of ordinary children, but when he just regained consciousness, he was no different from a two or three-year-old child. The absence of his parents in the rest of his life ultimately affected his self-construction. This child has indeed recovered, but he may never be healthy for the rest of his life.

What a pity...

Kiharakawa, who pulled open the curtain, looked very stunned, as if he didn't understand why Tang Ze was so scared. He walked over quickly, dragged the shivering Tang Ze back to the center of the bed, and forced him to lie down again.

"Relax, Tang Zejun, don't be nervous. You are almost out of breath. If you continue like this, you may have breathing difficulties. I will get you two masks first. Relax, relax a little..."

Regardless of his intentions and purposes, Kiharakawa is indeed a professionally qualified psychologist. His approach is completely compliant and efficient, and no one can find any fault with him.

However, if the doctor himself is the source of irritation for the patient, the issue of treatment becomes particularly delicate.

Tang Ze put on the mask and adjusted his breathing properly. He curled up again and refused Muharakawa's approach again with a alert defensive posture.

"...Tang Ze-kun, don't be nervous." Mu Yuanchuan, who was repeatedly avoided by Tang Ze, looked helpless. He sat back on the chair beside the bed and picked up the folder on the bedside again. "I heard about your situation when I joined the company, about why you transferred here, and about the things you might need help with in some areas."

Tang Ze, who was holding the mask tightly, trembled a little when he heard the words. After a few seconds, he reluctantly opened his mouth and asked with difficulty: "What, what help..."

He asked this question to see if Kiharakawa would lose his temper like Fudo Kyosuke.

When Tang Ze went to his clinic for treatment for the second time, Kyosuke Fudo, who could not contain his excitement, directly revealed the fact that he knew Tang Ze's father and knew Tang Ze's condition very well.

If Kiharakawa followed up on this question and showed his knowledge of Karasawa's past high-functioning autism and the unexpected situation that happened to Kyosuke Fudo later, then even if this guy's intentions were impure, he was not a very high-level player, and his level might not be much more shocking than Kyosuke Fudo.

...You know what, Tang Ze was quite curious about what kind of image he had among these crazy people from the Tang Ze school.

Last time, Kyosuke Fudo contributed some very entertaining clips, and Karasawa saved some of them, planning to use them later depending on the situation.

Kiharakawa pushed up his black-framed glasses, as if he was choosing his words. He took a few seconds to speak carefully, "About the fact that you transferred to Teitan High School because you needed protective observation, and that you had a bad privacy leak and almost had to change schools again..."

Having said this, Muharakawa sighed, and the intertwined helplessness and pity on his face were just right.

"Every time I come into contact with underage patients, I can't help but feel uneasy. Children who suffer from various mental illnesses, in addition to some hard conditions caused by genes and congenital family history, are basically adults' problems. Making rules, abiding by the rules, and protecting minors are all things that adults should do. It is because we cannot do it or do it well that we let these pressures pour on children. You are a particularly outstanding example, Tang Zejun."

Kiharagawa had read through the records left by Tomoaki Shinide, as well as the content about the isolation of Karasawa through words and actions due to Junko Wakayama's misunderstanding.

At this time, he did not reveal any information about himself and Karasawa Ikawa. Every word he said was based on all the knowledge that a psychologist at Teitan High School could obtain.

During his long expression of opinions without much emotional expression, Tang Zezhao, who was lying on the hospital bed with a bad look on his face, finally seemed to relax a little and slowly sat up.

Kiharakawa handed over a glass of water at the right time and waited for Tangze to slowly untie his mask, revealing his pale lower face and lips before continuing.

"I may be different from the doctors you have come into contact with in the past, Tang Zejun. I don't like to treat the adolescent patients I come into contact with as children who know nothing because of their age. The foundation of the Department of Psychiatry is always built on communication. I hope to build an equal communication relationship and don't want to cause too much pressure on patients."

Tang Ze lowered his eyes and looked at the water in the paper cup and rolled his eyes secretly.

If that shit doesn't create a sense of oppression, then what was the purpose of your previous performances?

"In addition to telling you, I will also communicate with your current guardian. Tang Zejun, your condition is not good, but your records in the Department of Psychiatry are very few, and you don't seem to have the habit of regular checkups. From what I saw in the school's records, you should be a hyperthymesia patient who is still trying to overcome the symptoms and can carry out daily life, but the pressure is not small. This is a very dangerous signal."

Muharakawa, who was flipping through the documents, did not raise his head to make eye contact with Tang Ze, but gave his judgment in a straightforward tone.

"You need some treatment. You should take some medicine to help consolidate your condition and relieve your stress. Let me give you a phone number. You'd better come to my place for treatment once a week. If I'm not in school, you can also come directly to my department. I will reserve an appointment for you. Don't feel any pressure, Tang Zejun."

Tang Ze suddenly raised his head and looked at Kiharakawa in surprise, but when his eyes met the other person's face, he lowered his head again evasively.

The doctor directly gave me instructions for regular check-ups, which meant he was not willing to discuss the matter with me.

Wow, this is a guy who takes things step by step, and his ambitions are really big, Kiharakawa.