Demon Capital Slayer

Chapter 53 Underground Clinic
"Mr. Isshiki, is this the way to the hospital?"

Looking at the countless shops along the roadside with signs that read "Royal Path to Conquest Pink Bubble Bath," Yu Jian couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"Yes, clinics that are still open at times like this are bound to be in a more remote location." Ran gripped the steering wheel with both hands, her eyes constantly scanning the road ahead, her driving attitude very serious.

The road they were traveling on was in Kabukicho, Shinjuku Ward. Because it was late at night, the streets were filled with drunken people, which, considering the characteristics of this era, wasn't entirely incomprehensible. After all, everyone has money now, so of course they're doing whatever makes them happy. As for the future…

But for drivers, they are like ticking time bombs roaming the streets. You never know when one might suddenly appear, run into the middle of the street, and then be sent flying by cars, leaving a trail of rainbows behind.

Therefore, we drove with extra caution the whole way, which was entirely blue.

After finally passing through the brightly lit Kabukicho, the vehicle drove into a small alley behind a street.

"arrive."

Pointing to the deserted storefront with a barbershop sign ahead, Yiselan gestured for the group to get out of the car.

The so-called sign is actually a rotating cylindrical lightbox composed of red, white, and blue spiral stripes. It looks very eye-catching, and most barbershops will put one of these in front of their doors as a sign.

However, Yujian noticed that the tools drawn on it were not scissors. Although they looked somewhat similar, a closer look revealed that they were actually hemostats, with a scalpel and a bandage roll drawn next to them.

What kind of retro-style hospital is this...?

Yu Jian sighed inwardly, knowing that barbershops in the Middle Ages also performed surgical procedures. The barbers of that time were multi-talented, undertaking a range of services from shaving and haircutting to pulling teeth, bloodletting, removing tumors with a knife, and sawing legs with a large saw.

The red, white and blue spiral mark was originally a wooden post from which blood-stained bandages were hung, which would show a red and white striped shape when it rotated in the wind.

Later, perhaps feeling it was unhygienic, or simply disliking the flies that would attract them, they directly used red and white pillars to represent blood and bandages. Later, they added blue to represent veins, evolving into the final version of the three-color pillar logo.

"My friend's private clinic is a bit unusual. Once inside, try not to talk and avoid getting into conflicts with anyone. I'm worried..."

Halfway through his sentence, Isshiki Ran suddenly stopped, touching his neck as memories of a certain black dragon's personal experience surfaced in his mind.

Well, if a conflict were to break out, he should be more worried about whether the other person would be chopped into seventeen pieces by the young people around them.

Although the young man had no sword in his hand at the moment, as a well-informed painter, he knew that some swordsmen, especially those associated with the underworld, could not be judged by ordinary standards.

Swordsmanship is not such an inconvenient thing.

"it is good."

Yu Jian was naturally unaware of the great painter's many thoughts in that instant, so he casually agreed.

Pushing open the door of the barbershop, Yujian immediately understood why Isshiki Ran had said that.

The shop is neither too big nor too small. There are two rows of benches in the entrance hall, and the door to the inner room is closed, with a red "Perming in Progress" indicator light on it.

The real biggest difference between this hospital and a regular hospital lies in the patients.

The smell of smoke, which shouldn't be present in a normal hospital, was unusually strong here. Groups of people wearing floral shirts and with brightly colored hair, each with an outrageous hairstyle, were scattered around.

A bunch of bad guys, no, I should say a bunch of Yakuza.

"Yakuza" originates from the worst hand in Japanese card games, "893" (ヤクザ), and later evolved into a specific term for a vibrant local community.

Upon seeing Yu Jian and the others enter, several pairs of eyes immediately scrutinized them. Noticing a very beautiful young girl among them, someone tried to whistle, but was slapped on the back of the head by the accompanying elder brother.

"Shut up, this is the territory of the shady doctors. And, have some sense of propriety..." The man lowered his voice, as if the hospital had strict rules. At the same time, he couldn't help but cast a wary glance at Yu Jian.

Even in Japan, aside from weddings, funerals, and special celebrations, not many people would wear old-fashioned formal attire like crested haori hakama in public.

Although he was just a low-ranking cadre in the third-generation organization, he had seen a lot of things by following his boss. He especially remembered that his boss's boss's boss, the leader of the higher-level organization, always wore Wu clothing.

Consider also the specific customer group that this hospital targets.

Could he be the young master of some long-established gang...?

Although I don't know the specific background of the other party, it's better to avoid trouble. If we really offend someone powerful, it's because of something as ridiculous as my underling whistling.

Damn, is this some new joke written by a comedian?
Incidentally, he recognized the person standing next to the young man; he was a great painter who excelled in both ukiyo-e and Western painting.

Previously, I followed my boss and went to his office with real money to beg for something. It took a lot of money to buy something that looked like graffiti, but my boss was so happy that he hung it in the most conspicuous place in his office.

I really don't understand. I guess this is the difference between myself and my boss.

However, the other party has supposedly been missing for two days? How did they suddenly appear here? Oh well, there's no need to understand artists' affairs too much.

"Mr. Isshiki, it's been a long time since I've greeted you." A fierce-looking man wearing sunglasses stepped forward and bowed.

"Oh, who are you? The subordinate of the one who came to ask for the Tiger Painting last time? Sorry, I have some urgent business right now." "I understand, please go ahead." After saying that, he nodded to Yu Jian as well.

This behavior left Yu Jian completely bewildered, while Isshiki Ran had no qualms and casually replied with a few perfunctory words before heading into the shop.

Nothing else happened on the way, and they quickly arrived at the front desk.

"Maya-chan, could you please register me for an appointment as soon as possible?" Isshiki Ran said in a very familiar manner.

The receptionist was a tanned, blonde woman with heavy makeup that obscured her features. She was wearing a nurse's uniform, but it looked more like lingerie than a work uniform. It was nothing like a proper nurse's uniform with gold fishnet stockings and a pink skirt.

The hot girl lazily looked up upon hearing this, only perking up slightly after recognizing who it was.

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Isshiki? What brings you to Kabukicho today? Are you perhaps looking for Ryoko-san... Uh, what are you doing bringing your daughter to a place like this?"

The nurse, known as Maya, looked at Isshiki Ran and Isshiki Akane, who was hiding behind him, with a strange gaze.

Then, the nurse's gaze was immediately drawn to Yu Jian standing next to her, and for a moment her nostrils flared as she inhaled, making it seem as if she had four eyes.

"Oh wow, Mr. Isshiki actually knows such a handsome guy! Why didn't you say so sooner!"

"Maya, I'll introduce you to her later. Please take care of the important matter first. A child accidentally cut his hand, and going to a big hospital at this time would probably delay until tomorrow, so I had to trouble Ryoko-san." Isshiki Ran said helplessly.

Even for someone as famous as him, getting through the procedures and getting on the waiting list at this time would be a huge hassle in Japan's medical system. It would be better to find a doctor he knows to handle it. The doctor is highly skilled and charges reasonable fees. The only downside is that the doctor doesn't have a medical license... that's all.

"Oh, no problem, I'll arrange it right away." Maya looked at Mikasa with shining eyes, her hands moving quickly.

Yujian silently looked away, then noticed Yurika smiling at him. He couldn't help but think to himself, "Doesn't your hand hurt? You still have the mind to laugh at your teammate at a time like this."

As for Akane Isshiki, who already had social anxiety, all she wanted to do at that moment was shrink behind everyone else.

Well, after going through all this, the group can be considered friends.

Seeing this, Yurika spoke quietly to Isshiki Akane, and within a few words, she put the latter at ease, making people sigh that she truly deserved to be called the Great Bodhisattva Aizen, possessing the strongest social skills among the three.

Soon, the light above the hair salon turned green, and a guy wrapped up like a mummy was wheeled out.

Incidentally, this guy was kicked out while lying on a roller gurney. His face was full of terror during the gliding process, as if he was afraid of being injured again and sent directly to the cemetery. Because he was firmly fixed in place by bandages and plaster, he could neither move nor speak.

Simply put, his face was etched with despair.

Yu Jian was quite surprised. Did they not use anesthesia for surgery here? How come the patient woke up at this time? Or was it that the doctor had such perfect control over the dosage of anesthesia that the patient could wake up immediately after the operation?

That's a bit terrifying, no, it's downright magical...

The pulley rumbled across the ground, and two Yakuza immediately rushed forward to catch it, clearly having been prepared and very familiar with the hospital's hospitality style.

"Alright, take him back and let him rest for a couple of days. I don't need to go into details. You're all familiar with knife wounds, fractures, and burns. I must admit, this guy was quite difficult to kill."

A tired, impatient voice came from inside the room.

"Doctor! Thank you so much!"

Instead of complaining, the Yakuza bowed deeply in gratitude, supporting themselves with their hands on their thighs.

There's no way around it; in jobs like theirs where there's often fighting and violence, you can't afford to offend doctors.

The Yakuza were fleeing with their men without stopping. The hospital wasn't just serving them; if they ran into trouble with the wounded, even if the doctors forbade disputes within the hospital, it would still be a problem. They could just wait at the intersection.

"next."

That impatient voice echoed again from the perming room, or rather, the operating room.

"Ryoko, it's me." Isshiki Ran greeted her first.

"Hmm?" The voice sounded somewhat surprised.

With the clatter of high heels on the floor, a figure wearing a white coat walked out.

The newcomer had short hair and wore a women's suit under her white coat. Heaven knows why she would wear a suit while performing surgery. She had a very noticeable suture scar on her face, almost running across her entire face, but you could still vaguely tell that she was a beautiful woman, or at least she used to be.

Seeing that Isshiki was unharmed, the female doctor whose name tag read "Kuroko Mako" breathed a sigh of relief, then immediately revealed a mocking smile and reached out to forcefully poke his chest.

"Almost a month without any news, so you're still alive!"

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