[Comprehensive] Martyrdom is not a good civilization

Dazai raised his head and blinked innocently, two hairs stuck on his eyelashes.

I stretched out my hand to press down Dazai's fluffy bangs, the ends of the bangs reached below the eyes, a bit blocking the view.

"It seems a bit long..."

Dazai grabbed my cuff and handed over two scissors: "Miss Doctor?"

"Okay, let me explain in advance, I don't guarantee the effect."

"Good~"

"Surgical scissors are different from the scissors used for haircuts. Don't cry if you cut them off!" I recalled the feeling when I cut Reiko Tsuruta's hair. It shouldn't be a big problem?

Dazai didn't respond to me for a long time, I tilted my head and saw him pinching my bangs and pulling them down, trying to pull the hair to the tip of his nose.

"Mr. Dazai, do you want to be bald?"

"No, I just want to try to see if the external force can..."

"Ok?"

"Let's start, Miss Doctor!" Dazai picked up the stool and sat at the door, obediently waiting.

Children? You, but children are better than bears.

I don't have much bangs, so I tied a clean cloth towel around Dazai's neck, gesticulating with my fingers to strike the knife.

Wherever I moved my fingers, Dazai's eyes followed.

Uh... I can't do it.

"Mr. Dazai, what do you see me doing?"

"Hmm." Dazai looked at me without blinking, and his eyes wandered to the scissors in my hand from time to time.

"Afraid I'll hurt you? Although I'm not skilled, I cut my own bangs, don't you think they look good!" I plucked my bangs twice, boasting confidently.

Dazai closed his eyes slowly, his eyelashes kept flickering like forced, and finally he opened one eye: "Is this okay, Miss Doctor?"

Is Dazai too vigilant, or does he simply not trust my skills?

I lifted Dazai's bangs and exposed his forehead, looking stupid: "Not good, it will be very uncomfortable if the broken hair falls into the eyes. How did Mr. Dazai fix his hair before?"

"Don't remember. I just found out that having a knife on top of my head makes me feel bad."

Everything is ready, why don't you just bite the bullet and finish it?

I thought about it for a while and gently covered Dazai's eyes, the eyelashes brushed against my palm and it was a little itchy: "Close your eyes and don't blink, it's so itchy."

"Oh."

"Now count in your heart, slowly counting from one to five hundred." I said so and slowly let go of my hand.

Dazai's eyelashes drooped, and it was only at this moment that I saw the boyishness of a teenager that matched his age.

Compared with Dazai's original hairstyle, I carefully shortened it.The bangs are no different than others. If they are cut off, they can't be seen by anyone.

"Crack..."

The surgical scissors are very sharp, but there is no sense of layering in the cut, and the hair must be picked and trimmed slowly one by one.

"Miss doctor, I can do it."

Dazai raised his face amidst the sound of An Yi's scissors waving, his eyes were closed tightly and his eyelashes drooped peacefully.

"Mr. Dazai is awesome! By the way, do you know what Odasaku-san and I saw just now?"

"The corpse under the cherry blossom tree?"

"Eh? I thought I could sell it off."

"Then let's start again? What did the doctor see, I'm so curious~"

"The fertilizer for the cherry tree is actually a dead body! Mr. Dazai turned his face and cut the other side."

"Really, so scary?"

"...Let's talk normally."

"Ha ha ha ha."

"Don't laugh, be careful I cut it crooked."

The scissors clicked and cut off the black hair. Now the length is just below the eyebrows, and it looks much refreshed.

"boom--"

Um?Where did the door slam?

I looked up and saw that it wasn't Jiro Ube from Ward 617. The muscles on his face twitched in fright, and he ran towards me with his legs twitching.

"Doctor! Doctor! Here they come!"

Ube Jiro ran over and took my arm, and I was still holding the scissors ready to cut.

Don't, don't, don't pull my arm if you have something to say, hey, I'm going to poke Dazai in the eye!

"Hiss..." I was frightened by Jiro Ube, and I scratched my thumb with a trembling hand.

"Doctor... ah! Here they come!" Ube Jiro looked at the wound on my hand, shook his head and ran back.

I grinned and pressed the wound, and began to reflect - I shouldn't have bothered to lock the door for the patient during the day, it was my fault.

The last lock of Dazai's hair was cut crookedly, and he looked at the wound on my hand with cold eyes.

"Mr. Dazai, I didn't use my true skills today, I will definitely cut better next time!"

Dazai stood up and took off the cloth scarf on his chest, with no expression on his face. I almost thought he was angry. Finally, he pushed my shoulder and sighed softly: "I'm going to treat the wound, Miss Doctor."

I nodded obediently: "Oh."

Although the wound was bloody, it didn't hurt too much!

"Crash..."

The cold water slowly brushed the wound, and the blood mixed into the running water turned a light red color, and entered the sewer along with the water flow.

Dazai squeezed my hand to wash away the blood from the wound, the hot and numb wound was prickly and painful under the cold water.

"It hurts a little, Mr. Dazai, is it alright?" I flinched and wanted to withdraw my hand, my dull pain nerves began to function, and the pain became more obvious after the burning heat from the wound faded.

Dazai ruthlessly rejected my reasonable request, and even pulled my hand forward: "No, wait a little longer."

"Hiss...it hurts so much, Dazai-san!"

"Why didn't you hide just now?"

"Do you want me to poke your face with scissors? I can't afford such a pretty face!"

The wound was two to three centimeters long, and the water flowed down the wound where the left thumb was close to the back of the hand. The wound no longer bleeds, only small drops of blood slowly ooze out.

"Okay, which one do you want, iodophor or the alcohol doctor?" Dazai pulled me to sit down, opened the emergency physiotherapy kit for me to choose.

"Alcohol?"

Povidone iodine paints yellow, which is kind of ugly to be honest, but alcohol...

"Hey hey! Mr. Dazai, why did you put it on without saying hello? It hurts!"

"It is to make the wound unresponsive, so that it will not hurt too much after applying it."

"Don't make fun of me."

Dazai put three bandages on me side by side vertically, his injured hand was weak and his fingertips trembled slightly.

"So next time something like this happens, it's better for Miss Doctor to run away."

"Huh?" I frowned a little unhappy.

Dazai was holding a cotton swab soaked in alcohol, and his fingertips were pinching the cotton swab with a pale beauty: "Ms. Doctor's hands are beautiful, it's a pity to leave scars, as for me... it doesn't matter if I get hurt, I can't die anyway That's it."

"...Then just say no to me directly, I just heard that sentence around the corner and I want to hit you."

"okay."

Dazai chuckled and nodded, his rare honesty made me very uncomfortable.

I held my injured hand and turned my head awkwardly, trying to escape the uncomfortable atmosphere: "I'm going to see Ube Jiro."

Ube Jiro's mental state is very bad, he is obviously fine these few days, he seemed to be suddenly stimulated by seeing something just now.What could it be? The ward is almost completely sealed, except for the small window on the wall that sees through the light and is sealed...

"Ube? Are you okay?"

Ube Jiro crouched in the corner of the wall convulsively, his hands clasped on his belly, white marks were drawn on his round fingertips with manicured nails.Seeing me come in, he trembled and tried to stuff himself into his collar.

"sorry Sorry……"

It seemed that there was nothing to ask, the wound started to hurt hotly, I stroked the band-aid and walked to the small window of the ward.

The small window was closed and could not be opened, so a table was placed in front of the window to save space and look beautiful. The water glass on the table was knocked over, and the small chair next to it was also kicked down.

The scattered things in the ward gave off an urgent sense of crisis.

I really felt Jiro Ube's fear. Looking down through the glass window, there was nothing but green plants and a few sparsely arranged cars.

car?Could it be that Changma and Tsuchimikado are here?

Come on is not a little fast!

I was in no mood to appease Ube Jiro with this thought, I just carefully closed the door of the ward and locked it to prevent him from running around and losing control and hurting myself.

I ran out of the door, "Mr. Dazai, Changma and the others seem to be here!"

Dazai cleaned up the medical waste that had been bandaged for me. After washing his hands, he slowly shook the water off his hands and took out a paper towel to dry them.

"They're almost here, Ms. Doctor, calm down."

"Are there soon? Then I'll go back to the office first." Although I'm a quack doctor, I managed to present an image of a good doctor who works hard to treat patients.

"Well, it's easier to reveal your secrets when you're alone, Miss Doctor sit here." Dazai pulled me to the chair in front of the hospital bed and sat down, and he sat on the bed.

"Mr. Dazai is afraid of having nightmares, I watch you sleep?"

"Of course not, can you please start the psychotherapy for me?"

"Oh, great idea!"

I'm a little nervous and a little excited now. I've spent years in this crappy hospital, and I'm finally going home soon!

I pulled out the medical record from the bedside cabinet, took out a signature pen and started to pretend: "Patient Osamu Dazai, how do you feel today?"

"It doesn't feel good, it's kind of boring."

"Well, then you are optimistic..."

I took a pen and drew it on the medical record - Meow Dazai jumped out of the window in boredom, and landed on a huge crab with a flick of its tail. The fragrance of the crab meat made Meow Dazai's claws ready to move. At this moment...

"Tuk Tuk."

"Doctor, are you doing treatment?"

"Uh, yes, hello." I covered Dazai on the medical record and carefully turned the page.

A shriveled old man with a hunchback - Dean Chang Ma suddenly appeared, followed by a mature woman in business attire.

"Hello, I'm lawyer Lan Dao, is the doctor free to chat with me for a while?" Lan Dao has straight short hair, exquisite makeup, and a sense of neatness in his gestures.

Azuma looked at me and Dazai with a strange expression.

I stuffed the medical records back and pinned the signature pen to my pocket, and smiled calmly: "It's ok, don't disturb the patient's rest, let's talk at the door?"

"Of course, will the dean come with you?"

"Hahaha, I don't worry about lawyer Lan Dao's work. I have to go and see Tuyumen-kun's entrustment."

Lan Dao bowed slightly: "You have worked hard."

This was probably the lawyer we were waiting for, and Lan Dao and I walked to the end of the corridor.

"Ayako, thank you for your hard work..."

Lawyer Lan Dao put aside the appearance of a strong woman, and touched my head with a moving expression.

Does my identity have anything to do with Lan Dao?

I lowered my head to avoid Lan Dao's red eyes: "I'm fine, I'm fine."

Lan Dao withdrew his hand, his slightly hoarse voice was a little trembling: "Patients in Ward 619, alas... my sister should have worked harder to let you avoid it."

What did Dazai do to make people angry? Why did everyone avoid him?

"I'm fine, Dazai... I mean, the patients in ward 619 are fine." I handed Lan Dao the bear hair tie that I kept in my pocket all the time, and winked playfully, "Here, your sister is really amazing now!"

Lan Dao took the scrunchie with a complicated expression, she patted me on the shoulder: "Ayako just pay attention to her own proportions."

Um?Pay attention to what proportion?