Tokyo, 1994, starting with medical training

Was Chapter 45 just drunken ramblings?

Kiryu Kazusuke could barely scrape together 30 yen.

pay?

Of course, compensation is possible.

But how to compensate and how much to compensate is another question.

According to the provisions of Japanese civil law regarding tort compensation, the principle of compensation for damage to property is the principle of making up the difference, which means compensating for the actual value of the property.

Although this piece of clothing was newly bought, I've already worn it for a week, so it's considered secondhand.

Second-hand clothing depreciates very quickly.

If we really have to go to court, even if the clothes are completely destroyed, we can only get compensation at 7% of the original price, which is around 10 yuan.

As for compensation for emotional distress?

It can only be said that, under the law, compensation for emotional distress in disputes of this magnitude is almost negligible.

"Department Head?"

Kiryu Kazusuke tilted his head, looking at the section chief with a puzzled expression.

"Is the department head very important?"

"Is it bigger than the venti beer I just drank?"

This is simply adding fuel to the fire.

Among the diners around, some couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"you!"

Keiko Yoshino felt like her blood vessels were about to burst.

Discussing social status with a drunkard is like casting pearls before swine; it not only fails to save face but also makes her appear even more ridiculous.

"Call the police! Call the police immediately!"

"I'm going to sue him for intentional assault and property damage!"

"Make him pay!"

"Make him lose everything!"

She turned to her subordinates and vented her anger indiscriminately.

The people around looked at each other, usually obedient to the department head, but now none of them dared to actually make the call.

These minor altercations that happen when people are drunk are usually resolved by the police mediating and getting some money in compensation.

This doesn't even meet the criteria for detention.

If this really blows up, and word gets out that the section chief of the city hall got into a fight with a drunk at a barbecue restaurant over a piece of clothing, it won't do his reputation any good.

Then I'll take it out on them and question them about why they didn't stop me.

"It's so noisy..."

Kiryu Kazusuke slowly reached into the inside pocket of his coat, pulled out his wallet, and took out two 10,000 yen bills.

"Here, take it..."

He loosened his grip, and three banknotes bearing Fukuzawa Yukichi's image fell onto the table.

Section Chief Yoshino was taken aback.

What is this?

You think you can get rid of her with just 3 yen?

"Are you kidding me!"

"When the police arrive, let's see if you still have any money!"

She suddenly reached out, trying to grab Kiryu Kazusuke's collar and shake him awake.

"No, that's all..."

Kiryu Kazusuke shrank back to avoid her hand, then looked down and started rummaging through his wallet.

however.

Besides the three banknotes and some coins I had just taken out, my wallet only contained a few supermarket loyalty cards and a hospital cafeteria meal card.

Sitting in the corner, Saionji Mina's palms were sweaty.

Call the police.

The department head said he was going to call the police.

Dr. Kiryu doesn't look like a wealthy person at all. If the police really come, he might be taken away because they can't agree on compensation.

That would leave a criminal record in this society.

For a medical intern still in their internship period, having a criminal record with the police, no matter how minor, means the premature end of their medical career.

The hospital will absolutely not tolerate such a stain.

What should she do?

She bit her lip, pinching the flesh on her thigh until it was almost red, and finally made a decision.

Just as Saionji Mina mustered up her courage to stand up and try to persuade the section chief...

"Ah, found it!"

Suddenly, Kiryu Kazusuke pulled a business card out of his wallet.

"I didn't bring enough money..."

"I... I'll make a phone call and have someone deliver it..."

He was pacing around in front of Section Chief Yoshino, hiccuping and speaking incoherently, acting like a drunken scoundrel.

But Section Chief Yoshino stopped pushing him.

Someone sent money?

Hearing this, her anger subsided slightly.

As long as you have money, anything is negotiable.

Although this drunkard doesn't look like a rich person, his fearless attitude and the way he even dared to wipe her clothes with a rag suggest that he might actually come from a wealthy family.

Could he be some spendthrift son?

"OK."

Section Chief Yoshino pinched his nose with two fingers, took a step back, and complained about the smell of alcohol on him.

"Have your people send the money over now."

She crossed her arms and urged him on, afraid that this easy prey would slip away.

As long as I can get the money, buy a new coat, and have a surplus of over 100,000 yuan, then all this dirt will be worth it.

The current economic situation is not good. My bonus has been cut by more than half, and the mortgage interest rate is rising like a vampire. If I could get some unexpected money, it would be a lifesaver.

The subordinates also breathed a slight sigh of relief.

If the problem can be resolved without calling the police, that would be the best outcome.

The surrounding diners also stopped eating and watched the farce with great interest.

In this oppressive era, watching others suffer misfortune is also a form of entertainment.

Kiryu Kazusuke squinted.

He held up the business card in his hand, seemingly trying to decipher the handwriting.

The overhead light shines on the special texture of the business card, reflecting a warm luster that only high-grade washi paper can produce, and the gold foil stamping process is faintly visible at the edges.

"Big, big river..."

He mumbled the surname above indistinctly and then hiccuped.

"Uh, Representative Ōkawara..."

"Have his secretary bring the money..."

The business card in Kiryu Kazusuke's hand was the same one that Representative Okawara had given to the doctors who had participated in his son's surgery out of courtesy.

Of course, if he actually makes the call, he'll probably be leaving Gunma University Hospital that very night.

But that doesn't stop him from using it to bully others.

These words are like the head of Medusa in Greek mythology, possessing the ability to instantly petrify people.

Keiko Yoshino knew very well what this surname meant.

Having worked in the municipal government for many years, she naturally knew that Representative Okawara was a figure above everyone else.

Therefore, she thought she had misheard.

How could a young man who is drunk at a cheap barbecue restaurant and wearing an ordinary hoodie possibly know such an important person?

And they even had to have the congressman's secretary deliver the money?

Is it a scam?

Is that just drunken talk?

But what if it really is just a "what if" scenario?

If this drunkard really has connections with Congressman Okawara, even if it's just knowing one of his secretaries.

With just a flick of a finger, the other party could make a phone call to the city hall's superiors: "Section Chief Yoshino seems to have problems not only with his work style, but also with his private morality."

With just this one sentence, without even needing to investigate, her filthy deeds of using public funds for meals, submitting false accounts, and bullying subordinates will be exposed.

In this period of economic downturn, being fired is a recipe for disaster.

She carries a 35-year mortgage, a newly renovated apartment, and several overdrawn credit cards.

Once you lose your source of income...

At that time, at her age, without any other skills, where will she earn money?

The only way out is probably to go to the sex shops in Chiyoda-cho and sell her no-longer-young body and the little dignity she has left.

Do you know what you're saying?

Section Chief Yoshino forcibly suppressed the ominous premonition rising in his heart and rebuked them angrily.

(End of this chapter)