Hong Kong black flower

In Yokohama, there is an unremarkable private clinic in the messy suburbs.

The clinic is quite small. There is a desk and a chair in the small space, and there are bookshelves with thick professional books next to it.Labeled vials and utensils fill a glass cabinet with a medical chair in front of it.All kinds of furniture and medical appliances are placed in an orderly manner, and the space utilization rate is extremely high, so the room will not appear too crowded.

This is the meeting room and consultation room that can be seen after entering the door.

It's just that there is no one in the hall at the moment, but there is a sound from the room separated by a curtain on the right side of the desk. Listen carefully, it sounds like small metal objects colliding with each other.

The hut is specially reserved by the doctors of the clinic, and it is used as an operating room and a ward for postoperative patients to rest.It sounds a bit too unruly, but there is no way, who made the conditions limited.Usually people who can find this small clinic in the suburbs don't care about this at all.

At this time, a slightly crude surgical operation was going on in the hut.

The sharp scalpel cut the opening precisely, and the sterilized tweezers took out the deformed bullet, and threw it into the tray beside it, making a "click" sound. This was already the third bullet that had been taken out.Check again to see if there is any shrapnel remaining, and the next step is to clean the wound and suture...

After doing all this skillfully, the doctor in the old white coat let out a long sigh of relief, "Mr. Rang, since you have been watching for so long, how about you come to help?"

On the hospital bed closest to the operating table, a little boy about ten years old was sitting quietly. He had thick, soft black hair, black pearl-like eyes, and was wearing old clothes that didn't fit. Clean bandaged limbs.

If the doctor hadn't spoken, he would have been a puppet that could only breathe until he watched the entire operation.

"Do you need me to do something, Dr. Sen?" Like a machine that activates commands instantly, the boy raised a smiling face when he spoke, but the upward arc of the corner of his mouth was standard and full of mechanical coldness.

The owner of this clinic, Dr. Mori Ogai, took off the disposable rubber gloves, and thumped his stiff shoulders a little tiredly, "Help this patient bandage the wound, please." He is like a superior Elderly people who have suffered from arthritis in their old age, chattering endlessly about "back pain" and "not as good as before".

"Okay, Dr. Sen."

The boy called "Rang-kun" by Mori Ogai, that is, Hagizawa Joe, seems to have gotten used to Mori Ogai's behavior, and his complaints like chanting scriptures were directly filtered by him, and he jumped off the bed briskly with his legs swaying , wash hands and disinfect, pick up the medicine and bandages skillfully, and bandage the wounds elsewhere on the patient who is still lying on the operating table.

He has little strength and lightness, and it takes a lot of effort to move the patient's limbs, so sometimes he can't help but move a little too much, but he doesn't care, because the patient doesn't care about him - he has long been He fainted from the pain during the operation without anesthesia, so naturally he couldn't raise any objections.

Mori Ogai poured himself a glass of boiled water, leaned against the door and didn't speak, just silently looked at the little guy who was busy up and down, like a seasoned hunter who was observing the prey while also calculating the timing of shooting in his mind .

With such presumptuous and unrestrained sizing, Hagizawa Joe seemed unaware and concentrated on the work in hand. He didn't stop to wipe the sweat with the back of his hand until he finished tying the last bandage knot.

"It's done, Dr. Sen."

Hagizawa retreated to the side of the operating table, leaving room for Mori Ogai to check his work.This strange adult who likes to instruct child labor clapped his hands to show his praise and encouragement, "You did a great job~"

"Then it's time for me to go home. Goodbye, Dr. Mori." Hagizawa still had that well-behaved smile on his face, but it made people feel no emotional ups and downs at all, like a bear with springs on his heels, Hopping up and down, he was about to jump past Mori Ogai——

But Mori Ogai grabbed his wrist.

"?" Hagizawa looked suspiciously at Mori Ogai who bent over and approached him, "What's wrong, Doctor Mori?"

Before Mori Ogai could answer, the boy seemed to think of something suddenly, and said with a smile: "If it's because of the consultation fee, then please ask Dr. Mori for a few days. My daily wages for delivering milk and newspapers are just that little , if you don’t save up, I’m afraid it’s… eh?”

Hagizawa stared blankly at the candy in his hand, looked up and saw Mori Ogai's smiling face, and was even more puzzled.After thinking about it, he still hesitated and tentatively said: "I think a child of my age...the tissues and organs are probably not worth more than adults?" As he spoke, his eyes glanced suggestively at the man lying on the operating table. An unconscious patient.

Mori Ogai: "..."

"What are you thinking, Jun-kun." Mori Ogai let out a long, weak sigh as if he had been defeated, "You think that what I gave you is a drug, and I will open you up after you eat it Broken belly?"

Is not it?

Hagizawa made it so clearly written on his face.

Mori Ogai rumpled the boy's black hair, which felt so good to the touch. He didn't let out a bad breath until the soft hair was blown up in a mess, "This is just your reward for helping me bandage the patient."

"Reward?" Joe Hagizawa blinked, and replaced the word with what he understood, "In other words, reward?"

Mori Ogai was obviously stunned for a moment, then smiled helplessly, "If you make Jun think so, then it's the reward."

Joe Hagizawa was happy now, clutching the candy in his palm, he waved with Mori Ogai, "Goodbye, Dr. Mori!"

"Goodbye."

Mori Ogai stood at the door and watched the thin figure go away. The shadow cast by the eaves fell on him, submerging him in the darkness, and the redundant expressions on his face were swallowed up along with the emotions.

"What a cunning little thing."

"Well." The obscure and incomprehensible aura surrounding him before dissipated, Mori Ogai thumped his shoulders, returned to the room, and muttered, "For the sake of being a good boy Let's go... let's choose another person."

the other side.

The small clinic was no longer visible from a distance, so Hagizawa stopped, unwrapped the candy wrapper, and ate the hard fruit candy that was usually hard to taste.

The sweet peach flavor spread in the mouth, Hagizawa asked him to smash his mouth twice, and chewed the hard candy into pieces with a few clicks and swallowed it into his stomach.

How can there be such a good thing if you just want him to work hard for a little sweetness?He didn't want to be tied up on a pirate ship, he would be rewarded for his good performance, and kicked away if he didn't do well.

Stupid or not?

If you want him to do something, you have to pay one to one, and it's best for everyone to break up after a deal without interfering. That's an ideal state of cooperation.

Of course, ideals are always different from reality.

He is well aware of this.

The afterglow of the setting sun is scattered on the bluestone road. If you take a good rest, this picture may look peaceful and elegant, full of a sense of simplicity and age.That's what his crazy mother likes.

It's a pity that these bluestone slabs have been dilapidated after experiencing the wind and sun, gang fights and even superhuman wars. Accidental falls while walking are still minor, but if your palms and knees are scratched by sand and gravel, you have to consider yourself unlucky.

The little boy stepped on the steps higher than the side of the road, bouncing around like a rabbit while watching the scenery along the way.It looks like an ordinary child who is happy and simple, but what others don't know is that this child is thinking in his heart——

I haven't finished reading Dr. Sen's book yet, so it's impossible not to go.It is more convenient to deal with the wounds on the body, and it can be credited.So he has to pay off the medical expenses he owed over the years as soon as possible, otherwise he will be sold by Dr. Sen at some point...

The credit account must be repaid, but...

"Ugh……"

Counting the money owed, Hagizawa sighed more than once: Why isn't he a girl?

If he had been a girl, he wouldn't have to worry about the debt he owed to Dr. Sen now.

"Ugh!"

When Hagizawa walked slowly to the door of the house, the last rays of the setting sun also fell.

It is said to be a home, but it is actually a small broken house that can shelter from the wind and rain.

The windows were pasted layer by layer with old newspapers collected by Hagizawa. The furniture in the house is either missing arms or broken legs. Fortunately, it is made of wood. He and his mother chopped it for firewood in the first winter when they lived here. .

That was the warmest winter that Hagizawa had lived since he moved here—although it was also smoky from firewood smoke with poor-quality paint remaining.

At that time, I still hated the unpleasant smell of fireworks. After being frozen for several winters, I realized that I missed the pungent smell at that time. The most important thing is that it can keep people warm. !

Ugh!

But speaking of which... this year's winter is coming soon...

Thinking about it, Hagizawa Joe did not forget to listen to the movement inside before entering the door.The sound insulation effect of such a small dilapidated house is not good, and sometimes even the sound of his mother's snoring can be heard through the door panel.

After confirming that there was no movement inside, he opened the door and went in as if nothing had happened.

As soon as he entered the door, he found that the place he used to hide his money had been turned into a mess again, and the little money he saved by delivering milk and newspapers through hard work naturally disappeared.

He didn't even need to guess who the culprit was.

Gee.

This was the main reason why he couldn't pay Dr. Sen back.

Hearing the sound of his opening the door, the woman who lived in the only bedroom came out from the back room, fiddling with a small jar of skin care products that she asked some little sister to help her buy, her smug look seemed like a A cock that won a fight.

Her appearance is extremely beautiful, and she has always been willing to spend time, energy, and money to maintain her beauty to the greatest extent, even if she will eat bran and swallow vegetables for it, even if she is like a wild dog that eats food, She searched everywhere for the broken bones Hagizawa had buried for her.

This woman is the biological mother of Joe Hagisawa, named Hagisawa Kukana.Hagizawa asked his father to choose this name, and she quite liked it, so even after she and her son were mercilessly abandoned by that man, she didn't change the name back angrily—of course, it was also because she hated her original one. The name, say tacky and cheap.

She once told Hagizawa his father about the origin of the name, but she can’t remember the details, probably because the old man next door saw a flower on the side of the road when she was young, and thought she had no name, so she just casually named it to her. one.

For this person, Hagizawa Joe's evaluation is the same as his father's, and he thinks she is a beautiful waste through and through.Although they came to the same evaluation, the way of thinking of the father and son is actually different.

Hagizawa Joe simply felt that his mother was indeed beautiful, but at the same time, his mother was also really stupid.

But Hagizawa Joe's father is different. He just thinks that except for him and some people he approves of, everything in this world is useless.Hagizawa let his mother gain a little specialness based on her appearance, and she could add a prefix modifier in front of "trash", that is, "beautiful, trash".

It is not difficult to guess what his father really thinks, because this man is so arrogant that he doesn't bother to hide it.Only his crazy mother, who was blinded by beauty and so-called love, didn't realize what was wrong at all—it's no wonder that the man threw it away like a cigarette butt.

From that time on, Joe Hagizawa realized very clearly that all three members of his family were sick, and they were still seriously ill.

The author has something to say: open the pit~