[Comprehensive] Martyrdom is not a good civilization

No, no apology or bother.

I intuit that this doctor Oda is a bit natural black.

"What's the matter, Doctor Oda?" Even though I didn't know each other before, I still opened the drawer and took out the leaflet to prove my innocence.

"It's the first time we met. I'm Oda Sakunosuke." Oda Saku went straight to the point and pointed out his identity directly.

"Mr. Odasaku?!" I widened my eyes in surprise, and my inertial thinking made me think that only Dazai came here with me.

Oda's surname is Oda, and I forgot about being misled by Dazai.

"Well, it's me, Dazai should be here too."

"Mr. Dazai is indeed here, he is... now my patient." I organized my words and began to describe the current situation, "Mr. Dazai doesn't seem to remember me..."

"That's it." Oda Sakunosuke nodded thoughtfully, "My supernatural ability—□□seamless, can predict the future a few seconds later, I saw Dazai disappear for a moment, and the expression on his face when he reappeared was very strange. So I grabbed him and now here we are."

Dazai was Odasaku's medium here?

"So, how did Mr. Odasaku recognize me?" The female doctor kept calling me Sakuraya, and Odasaku who only talked to me on the phone once should not be able to recognize me.

"I asked Dr. Ino."

"Ok?"

Odasaku's expression was very serious: "I asked the girl named Sakuragu what's the full name, the doctor told me your name, and gave me your entry file, very enthusiastic."

"..." This is definitely not enthusiastic or unenthusiastic. I must have misunderstood something, okay?

Dazai's friend is completely different from him, can I complain?May I!

"Also, Dazai showed me your... ugly photos before?"

"..." I remembered Dazai's way of saying that he was looking forward to meeting Odasaku and me. I'm afraid it wasn't his conspiracy.

"Uh, it's pretty good-looking." Odasaku sincerely praised him, and he took out the paper folded into squares from the pocket of his white coat, "Here you are."

"…thanks."

I opened it and it turned out to be "my" entry file.

Ayako Sakuradani, female, was born in xx orphanage and was admitted to xxx medical university...

The information is very official, nothing special.

"Sakuraya, did you install the tiny camera on your headband yourself?"

"Camera? No."

I unwrapped the ponytail suspiciously, and there was a thumb-sized brown bear wearing a blue bow tie on the scrunchie.

Bear's eyes are brown beads without pupils.

"This is a camera, the switch is not turned on." Oda Saku looked at it for a while and made a judgment, "It's an official handwriting."

The official Oda work here should refer to the government or the Metropolitan Police Department.

"So the identity of 'I' is not as simple as it is in the file?"

"It should be like this." Odasaku took out a pair of glasses from his white coat, "The camera on this is also an official handicraft, and we should have the same goal."

I nodded and connected the clues together: "The hospital expressly prohibits the sharing of information outside, so we entered the hospital with a miniature camera for certain information."

"The specific purpose needs to go further..." Oda Saku said halfway through his brows and frowned slightly, pointing in the opposite direction to the ward I was in charge of, "I am in charge of the patients in wards 620-623, and my office is at the southernmost point. Come find me."

Why did you suddenly change the subject?

I turned my eyes and saw a nurse with a cart standing outside the door, looking at me and Odasaku with the reflection of the glasses.

"Ok."

Seeing that I nodded in response, Odasaku turned and left.

The nurse who pushed the cart had white skin that she hadn't seen for a long time, and her expression was indifferent: "Doctor, come to pick up the box lunch."

"Ah, good." I looked at the wall clock on the wall, the hour hand was pointing to twelve.

The nurse pushed the cart beside me and took out some steaming lunch boxes.

"Why so many?"

"You are a new doctor, right? We are only responsible for delivering the meals to the doctor, and you will deliver the patient's lunch box yourself." The nurse neatly stacked the lunch box on the table, smiling secretly, "I wish you good luck."

The phrase wishing you good luck sounds like wishing you an early death.

"……thank you."

The nurse pushed the cart away, and I seemed to see crimson blood stains on her trousers.

There was a label with the ward number on the lunch box, and I held the lunch box and fell into deep thought—it is normal for mental patients to violently hurt others, and it doesn’t feel right for me to deliver the box lunch by myself.

Ube Jiro in Ward 617 felt that the lethality was not high, and Dazai's attack power was basically zero when he was tied to the bed.

As for Reiko Tsuruta in Ward 618, her eye sockets were black and blue, and her eyeballs were bloodshot, and the evil eyes made me shudder.

Is the doctor's office arranged next to the ward for the convenience of delivering boxed meals to patients?

I rubbed my stomach and felt not too hungry, so I decided to deliver box lunch to Ube Jiro first.

Yebby!Today I am a bento angel.

I held the lunch box in my left hand and the key chain in my right hand, clicked twice to unlock the door, and hesitated to open the door of the ward.

Ube Jiro was not on the hospital bed, he huddled in the corner of the ward and touched his arms and stomach from time to time.

I walked up to him with light steps: "Wubu, it's time for lunch."

"Lunch? My stomach...it's gone, lunch!" Ube Jiro looked at me and covered my stomach in horror, "Doctor doctor! My internal organs are gone!"

"...It's not that your stomach is gone. In fact, it's invisible because it's hungry. It will be fine after you finish eating."

"Really? Doctor!"

"Really, I am a doctor who trusts me!" I handed him the lunch box and disposable chopsticks, "Come on, eat quickly!"

Ube Jiro gave me a suspicious look, stretched out his skinny hand to take the lunch box and opened it carefully.

There are a few slices of meat floating on the clear soup, which is a bit miserable.

"I ate?" Ube Jiro's small eyes were full of great doubts.

"...Eat it." At this moment, my conscience seemed to leave me, and I nodded vicissitudes of life.

The patient with the lowest difficulty was successfully resolved. Next, should I feed Dazai or Tsuruta Reiko?

Dazai of course!It looks clean and beautiful!

When I opened the door, I unexpectedly found that Dazai was still lying on the hospital bed, the sunlight fell obliquely on the quilt, and his slender fingers cut off the sunlight and cast a long and narrow shadow.

"Mr. Dazai, it's time for lunch."

"Miss Doctor, you can't eat with your limbs bound."

The restraint belt is to protect patients who are incapacitated or out of control, but Dazai's eyes are clear, and he feels no need to be tied to the hospital bed at all.

"Then let's make a deal, I'll help you untie the restraint belt, how about you go to the 618 ward next door to deliver a meal?"

It’s shameful to escape but very useful. The eyes of Tsuruta Reiko remind me of the horror movies I watched when I was young because of my ignorance and curiosity.

"Unfortunately, I was sedated and I have no strength at all, but if the doctor is afraid, I can go with you in a wheelchair."

wheelchair?

Dazai, your purpose of embarrassing others is too obvious.

I watched Dazai scrutinize his expression carefully, he watched my eyes blink slowly, the iris pupils were empty and there was nothing.

All right, you're bored and want to have fun, I'll help you, and I'll toss you back later.

I showed the expression of an older sister who is tolerant of an ignorant younger brother, and as expected, I saw Dazai's face turned black.

"Yeah, I'm scared, so please Mr. Dazai to accompany me later."

"..."

I loosened the restraint belt and thoughtfully helped Dazai up, and leaned the pillow against his back by the way.

Standing up on the bed board to arrange the lunch of clear soup and vegetarian meat, I took apart the plastic spoon and stuffed it into Dazai's hand: "Okay, you deserve nutritious hospital meals."

I took a peek at their lunch box just now, and it is different from the box lunch with my number on it. Their clear soup lacks water, while my meat and vegetables match the color and taste very fragrant.

Dazai felt super annoyed at me, although he didn't remember that there was nothing wrong with me doing it, but it didn't stop me from bringing my bento to revenge him.

Dazai stretched his body, and the bones collided with a crackling sound.He looked at his lunch box and then at mine: "Miss Doctor is too good."

"I'm here to increase your appetite."

"It's obvious that he took the opportunity to retaliate."

"I distinguish between public and private."

"Speaking of which, the way the doctor looks at me makes me very uncomfortable. Who am I looking at?" Dazai stirred the soup with a small spoon for a long time, and scooped out a thin piece of meat.

It's up to you.

I looked at Dazai word by word and said seriously: "I was looking at a friend who looks like you, he is stupid and lost, so I want to take him home."

"Hmm..." Dazai stuffed the sliced ​​meat into his mouth with a disgusted expression, and his voice was vague: "It doesn't matter whether you have friends or not. Miss Doctor is too worried."

The bento tasted good, but I suddenly lost my appetite.

Dazai might have guessed something, but he turned me down.