Tokyo Unnatural Forensics

Chapter 2, I have this life
Tokyo Medical and Dental University Hospital, Tokyo.

Golden sunlight filtered through the gaps in the blinds into the dim department, illuminating the thick pile of documents on the table and making the white tile floor shine. Under the reflection of the light, the entire dim office seemed as magnificent as Toyotomi Hideyoshi's Golden Tea Room, with layers upon layers moving constantly like the steps of an ivory tower, rising step by step.

But also cold and gloomy.

The cold air coming in from the window was freezing cold. The whole department was bustling with noise and everyone was busy with their own things.

As usual, today is Professor Zaizen's morning consultation at the First Department of Surgery.

Amid the movement of white coats and nurse uniforms, there was only one young man who stood out from the crowd. On his desk was a cardboard box filled with documents and books.

Grabbing his white coat and throwing it over his shoulders, the tall young man with a cold and handsome face put away a stack of documents. He stood up suddenly and said in a loud voice like thunder: "Everyone!"

The busy and noisy First Surgery Department suddenly fell silent. More than a dozen pairs of eyes were staring at the young man at the same time, with expressions of confusion, displeasure, contempt, and sympathy.

"Thank you for your care all along!" The young man continued loudly. His voice was loud but cold. "From today on, I will be transferred to the Forensic Pathology Department. See you again if we are lucky!"

After saying this, the young man bowed slightly, picked up his box, and strode out of the First Surgery Department.

The name tag on the white coat kept shaking.

"Tokyo Medical and Dental University Hospital, Department of Forensic Pathology, intern, Uesugi Muneyuki."

Ignoring the whispers behind him, the young man holding the box walked upstream, leaving the First Surgery Department behind. There was a noise coming from the gate of the hospital outside, and another tense morning began.

Patients who came to see the doctor walked into the hospital lobby one after another. Nurses in white uniforms were registering patients at the front desk. Doctors from the emergency department were jogging with IV bottles. Pale old men were sitting on iron chairs in the lobby, staring blankly at the big screen. Parents were anxiously bringing their children to inquire about the condition of their children.

Busy, noisy, and orderly.

He was the only one who didn't fit in, as lonely as an island in the ocean.

The intern was not allowed to use the elevator alone, so he could only carry the cardboard box and move through the corridors and stairs.

The Pathology Department is located at the very end of the Medical Building with the worst lighting. It is even colder than other departments, and the air is filled with the unique smell of disinfectant and dust. The glass door at the end of the corridor is locked, and a pile of abandoned hanging rods, wheelchairs and beds are piled together, blocking the way to deeper places. The morning sun has not yet reached here, but the shadow of death has already shrouded this place for a long time.

The hospital is a place where deaths happen every day, and doctors are a group of people who make a living by writing about other people's lives and deaths.

It's eerily quiet here, but that's not surprising because other places are for watching the living, but this place is for watching the dead.

As soon as you open the door, you are greeted by a strong smell of formaldehyde. Human organs soaked in bottles are arranged in cabinets. Stacked file bags tell the history of mankind's struggle against diseases since prehistoric times. The monitor displays residual video data. An old man who is as skinny as a monkey, with old and deep wrinkles on his face, his hair all combed back, and a sparse head of hair raises his head from the pile of report papers.

"Coming?" His voice was dry.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Uesugi Muneyuki. From today on, I'll be interning under Professor Ohkouchi. Thank you for your guidance." The young man held his cardboard box and gave a not-so-standard bow.

"I've heard it." The old man leaned back against the soft chair with his head raised, frowning slightly. His deep eye sockets and hooked nose made him look intimidating. He put his hands on the armrests and said, "You are here to be a doctor, not to be elected as a member of parliament. This is a national hospital, not a competition of who has the loudest voice."

"...I'm sorry." The young man's face was as cold and indifferent as the moon in the well. He put down the cardboard box and bent down slightly: "I just..."

"I had no intention of accepting any more apprentices if your grandfather hadn't asked me to do so." The old man put down the documents in his hand, clasped his fingers together, and stared at the young man with a cold gaze: "Have you really thought it through? The field of forensic medicine is a well-known 7K industry."

"Do I have any other choice now?" Uesugi Munen bowed again: "Before I officially become your disciple, I would like to ask you one thing."

The old man didn't say anything, he just used his eyes to signal Uesugi Sosetsu to continue asking.

"Was it wrong for me to do that?"

"Uesugi-kun." The old man seemed to have anticipated this question. He hesitated for a moment and shook his head. "Whether to tell the patient the exact condition? There is no correct answer to this question. There is no absolute in medical treatment. We are fighting an eternal war."

"Perhaps as Zaizen said, with your personality, you are more suitable for looking at the dead than the living, because the dead can't speak, and we just need to explain things clearly." Before the old man finished his words, a louder voice came from above the ceiling.

An emotionless electronic female voice passed through the cold corridor of the inpatient department, followed by the sound of dense footsteps.

"Professor Zaizen is making his general rounds."

It is every doctor's dream to become a professor and lead early diagnosis, but now this dream is out of reach.

"In the National Hospital, the professor has the loudest voice." Uesugi Munen glanced at the ceiling: "He is also the one with the best medical skills."

"We have too many politicians here, but too few doctors." Professor Ohkouchi clasped his fingers together and managed a smile. "If you have no further questions... Welcome to the Forensic Pathology Department, Uesugi."

Uesugi Sosetsu also responded with an ugly smile. There was a complex feeling of pain lingering in his chest, a bit painful and a bit pleasant. He recalled his experiences over the past 22 years, and waves appeared in his eyes.

He is not from this world; according to the traditional definition, he is a time traveler from the Celestial Empire.

But unlike other time travelers, Uesugi Sosetsu did not wake up until his second year of high school. The reason was that he accidentally touched the statue of Bishamonten that his brother Uesugi Sadanori brought back from the archaeological site. At that moment, he finally recalled his past life and regained his memories of his past life.

Yes, he was born in the Uesugi family, the Yamanouchi Uesugi family of the Echigo Dragon Uesugi Kenshin, and the Yonezawa Uesugi family of the Yonezawa Domain Lord Uesugi Kagekatsu. He was the second son in the family and had a privileged and wealthy life since childhood. His grandfather was a professor at the University of Tokyo, his father was the director of the Tokyo Metropolitan Cultural Exchange Center, and his brother was an archaeological researcher at Waseda University.

Regarding how to accept the fact that he has traveled through time and how to accept his new identity, Uesugi Sosetsu has learned to accept it silently in the past few years. No matter what, life must go on, and no matter what, he must always try to live and live well.

Of course, there is also the task of finding the missing girl.

The side effect of time travel is that Uesugi Sosetsu likes the real thing. Nothing can make Uesugi Sosetsu feel more real than seeking the truth in a false world.

He likes authenticity.

Unfortunately, patients didn't seem to like it. He received the most complaints in the medical department. When other doctors and nurses tried to use "white" lies to subtly test whether patients understood their condition, Uesugi Sosetsu's favorite thing to say was "It's cancer."

His medical skills were not that great, and he was admitted to the Tokyo Medical and Dental University only because he memorized things by rote with the enthusiasm of a small town test-taker in his previous life.

The end result was that Uesugi Sosetsu was transferred from the prestigious surgery department to the forensic pathology department.

Forensic medicine? Even dogs don’t learn it!
Pathology? Not even dogs go there!

The most popular department in hospitals has always been the surgery department. Not only is there no money to be made in the forensic department, there are basically no scientific research projects, and there is no so-called seniority system to slowly get promoted. Dirty, tiring, and dangerous are the bywords of this profession. Once you are stained with the stench of a corpse, you can't wash it off no matter how many times you take a shower.

After being transferred to the Forensic Pathology Department, Uesugi Sosetsu's life was finally complete.

Moreover, this is a cursed profession. In the medical history of this world, the probability of forensic doctors dying unexpectedly and suddenly dying from illness seems to be much higher than that of ordinary doctors. No normal person would want to touch this profession.

The "7k" mentioned by Professor Ohkouchi refers to "dangerous, dirty, tiring, strict, no rest, no makeup, and unable to get married", representing the seven working environments that Japanese people hate the most.

Unfortunately, the forensic doctor took it all.

Now the whole family is dead. If you persuade someone to study medicine, you will be struck by lightning. If you persuade someone to study forensic medicine, you will be reincarnated into hell for eternity, eating at the same table with Nagash.

But Uesugi Sosetsu had no other choice. Perhaps as Professor Okochi said, he was more suitable to look at the dead than the living, as he did not need to consider so many things about the dead.

"Get familiar with the environment first. The police will be here soon." Professor Ohkouchi regained his calm demeanor and asked, "Is this your first time touching a corpse?"

"Yes." Uesugi Sosetsu spoke briefly and to the point. Facing this "fake" world after the time travel, he always remained calm.

The already cold and quiet environment did not become any more lively with the arrival of a newcomer. Professor Ohkouchi sat behind his desk, and Uesugi Sosetsu cleared out a workstation. The old and the young were silent with each other, without even the most basic courtesy or greetings.

Professor Ohkouchi is a professor of forensic pathology at the Tokyo Medical and Dental University Hospital. He once served as the director of the hospital's medical department. Like Uesugi Sosetsu's grandfather, he is a recipient of the Emperor's Prize and a true master in the medical field.

He's just not easy to get along with. If it weren't for my grandfather stepping in, he would never have accepted me.

I always feel like Patriarch Bodhi has accepted Sun Wukong as his disciple.

So the question is, when will Professor Okochi knock himself three times?

Uesugi Sosetsu put his things in place and waited for the police station to arrive.

Why did he come to study medicine?
The reason was simple. His family made a condition to him. As a famous scholarly family, his family promised that if Uesugi Munesetsu could be admitted to a super international A-level university or above, or to a university designated by the Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology, his family would pay the full tuition and living expenses for Uesugi Munesetsu.

Uesugi Sosetsu had no reason to refuse this proposal.

It took two years for Uesugi Sosetsu to improve his deviation value from 20 to nearly 70, and he was eventually admitted to the Faculty of Medicine of Tokyo Medical and Dental University, and his family cheered.

People's joys and sorrows are not shared, and Uesugi Sosetsu's only goal is to gain the support of his family.

Yes, the annual tuition fee of Tokyo Medical and Dental University is as high as 130 million yen. If you add in miscellaneous fees, equipment costs, club fees, and living expenses, it will be at least 300 million yen a year.

Even though he was a time traveler, Uesugi did not have the courage to take out a scholarship loan of more than 800 million yen before even entering society.

Yes, most scholarships in Japan are loans that need to be repaid, and the annual interest rate is no lower than 3%. Scholarship loans have even become a financial product.

Damn little life.

…………

After waiting for a while, someone came.

Two tall men in suits knocked on the door of the Forensic Pathology Department. One of them was old and the other was young. The older man in suits had a middle-parted hairstyle, greasy hair, big eyes and a big nose, and he looked to be in his forties.

The younger man in a suit had small eyes, a thin, pockmarked face, a fierce look, and a head of shaggy hair, which made him look cleaner than his greasy boss.

"Excuse me, I'm bothering you again, Professor Ohkouchi." The older man in a suit took out his ID.

"Naoki Tanaka, deputy inspector of the Otsuka Police Station of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department."

Interpol?

Uesugi Sosetsu thought calmly, because only detectives wear plain clothes all day.

Is there a case?
Another inspection director, Kuwahara, also introduced himself.

One old and one young, a very classic combination.

"Let's go." Professor Okochi slowly stood up, and Uesugi Sosetsu quickly introduced himself.

"A newbie?" Inspector Tanaka looked at Uesugi Sosetsu with interest. "Wow, it's been a while since I've seen a newbie like this studying forensics. Your name is Uesugi, right? The Uesugi from Uesugi Kenshin?"

"That's right, the Uesugi of Lord Kenshin." Uesugi Munen only felt a greasy feeling coming towards him.

"Then I, Tanaka Naoki, will take your first time!" Inspector Tanaka said something strange and took the initiative to reach out to Uesugi Sosetsu: "There are a lot of elderly people in this area. I may have to trouble you often in the future. Please give me your guidance!"

"More..." Uesugi Sosetsu reluctantly shook hands with Inspector Tanaka, whose hands were greasy.

As expected, as soon as he got into the police car, Inspector Tanaka became particularly interested in Uesugi Sosetsu.

The steel and concrete on both sides were moving backwards madly, and the conversation inside the car never stopped.

"Hey, young man, you are so handsome, do you have a girlfriend? Are your breasts big?" Inspector Tanaka became interested. Old employees in the Japanese workplace like to tease newcomers and ask all kinds of embarrassing questions. He could see that Professor Okouchi had no intention of defending Uesugi Sosetsu, and Uesugi Sosetsu himself was a pure newcomer and still in internship, so he was naturally a good target for bullying.

This is a common obedience test in the East Asian cultural circle and a brilliant traditional culture.

Haha, the end of forensic medicine.

Uesugi Sosetsu rolled his eyes and said unhappily, "I don't have a girlfriend, but I do have a lover, who is from Musashino University. She doesn't have big breasts but long legs. I should be able to date her for a few more months before moving on to the next one."

"Wow, Uesugi-kun is having a lot of fun~" Inspector Tanaka was very familiar. He took a rice ball in his hand and ate it sweetly. "Be prepared, but this time it should be over quickly."

"The deceased, Masao Endo, was 72 years old and had three generations living together. He was once a foreman for a construction company and had been semi-disabled since he was 70 years old."

"Yes, on the day of the incident, the deceased did not get up, but the family members did not pay much attention to it. It was not until around noon that the family members went to check and found that he had hanged himself. The situation and the scene were basically consistent with what the family members said. We need a professional doctor to issue a death certificate."

"I see." Uesugi Sosetsu said expressionlessly, "Isn't this an unnatural death?"

"Where do so many unnatural deaths come from?" Inspector Tanaka looked very tired when he asked this question: "Just close the case as suicide. This is your first time to perform an autopsy. You don't want things to get complicated, do you? Brother Uesugi?"

Me? You want me to come for the first time?
As if he had seen Uesugi Sosetsu's expression, Professor Okouchi finally spoke.

"Yes, it's up to you."

Haha, I touched a corpse on the first day.

Uesugi Sosetsu closed his eyes.

It really happened in this life.

　After several months of preparation, I finally finished writing a new book. This time I will try a slightly different approach, so please support me.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)