Tokyo, 1994, starting with medical training

Is Chapter 49 correct?

The term "leftward transfer" carries the same meaning in both Japan and a neighboring major country.

This refers to a demotion or being transferred to a remote or unimportant position.

The name "Haramachi Red Cross Hospital" might not seem very real to you, since it carries the Red Cross sign and sounds like a legitimate general hospital.

But Kazusuke Kiryu knew that this place was located deep in the mountains on the border of Gunma and Fukushima prefectures.

In winter, the snow can accumulate up to knee-deep, and even ambulances have to be equipped with snow chains to get through.

In summer, there are more mosquitoes than people.

Most importantly, there is a homogeneous patient demographic there.

They are all elderly people left behind in the village, suffering from hypertension, diabetes, chronic bronchitis, and a femoral neck fracture that he accidentally broke while doing farm work.

Usually, only doctors who have completely lost in the struggle within the medical system, or who have committed serious medical malpractice and need to lay low, are sent there.

In a time when the internet is not as developed as it is today, going to such a place is tantamount to completely disappearing from the mainstream medical field.

Want to come back?

dream.

Kazusuke Kiryu sat in a slightly wobbly office chair, twirling a ballpoint pen in his hand.

The reward for the second branch is 500,000 yen, which is indeed a quick sum of money, equivalent to more than three months' salary, enough to open half a champagne tower in a nightclub in Chiyoda-cho.

For doctors who just want to coast through life, that place might be paradise.

Good air quality, low stress, and a stable income regardless of drought or flood.

But for him, it was a grave.

Is it worth ruining your future prospects for a mere 50 yen?

That leaves only two choices.

Kazusuke Kiryu glanced at the sticky note on the table that read "Bento Statistics".

As a resident physician at the bottom of the medical system's food chain, one of my responsibilities is to compile and order lunch for all the senior physicians every day at noon.

Did they deliberately omit ordering Imagawa Ori's bento?

Although such a small mistake might upset her, at most she'd just scold me with something like "useless thing."

In the medical bureau, it's common for trainee doctors to be scolded; it would be abnormal if they weren't.

Low risk, low return, purely for the purpose of disgusting the other party.

Normally, Kiryu Kazusuke might choose this option for the 1 yen and to see Imagawa Ori's embarrassed expression.

Fork 1 can be considered a safe option; let's keep it for now.

Kiryu Kazusuke's gaze continued downwards.

[Branch 3: Exploit her predicament, extract maximum benefit from her, and enjoy her smile. (Reward: Anatomical Fracture Reduction - Perfect)]

Kiryu Kazusuke stared at the line of text, abandoning his nonchalant attitude.

The so-called "anatomical reduction" refers to completely restoring the fractured bone ends to their original anatomical shape before the injury, with a perfect fit and no deviation.

This is an ideal situation in clinical practice.

Most of the time, doctors can only achieve "functional restoration," which means that although the bone is slightly crooked, it does not affect its use.

Because achieving "anatomical reduction" is really too difficult.

Not only does it require a God-like understanding of anatomical structures, but it also requires an extremely stable and sensitive hand to protect the blood supply to the surrounding soft tissues to the greatest extent and reduce complications.

Moreover, the word "perfect" in "anatomical reduction of fractures - perfect" represents a level that transcends human limits and reaches the realm of art!

Imagawa Ori is like a trapped beast caught in a snare.

She urgently needs this paper to satisfy Professor Nishimura and maintain her position in the medical department.

The core theory of the paper happens to be in the hands of Kazusuke Kiryu.

A typical supply-demand imbalance.

Given this, as the supplier, he naturally has absolute pricing power.

Is that correct?

Absolutely right!

She wanted Kiryu Kazusuke to write the first draft, but didn't want to pay the corresponding price.

That's arrogance.

If he doesn't seize the opportunity to take a big bite out of the flesh, he would be doing a disservice to the cultivation of capitalism.

With this skill, Kiryu Kazusuke can demonstrate his abilities in more surgeries, thereby seizing more resources and status.

As for what to extract from her...

Kiryu Kazusuke's gaze fell on Imagawa Ori's exquisitely beautiful face, even amidst her anxiety.

The right to be named as an author on a paper is the most basic and what he deserves.

But this is not enough.

Do you want money?

That won't work. Although I'm poor right now, the previous option only involved asking Imagawa Ori for 50 yen, and I was retaliated against afterwards.

For someone like Imagawa Ori, you can take her life, but you can't take her money.

What else is there?

Money, power, and sex.

Kiryu Kazusuke imagined it for a moment: Imagawa Ori lying on the bed, looking at him with disgust...

Forget it, there's no need.

If he angers her, he'll have to be transferred to the Haramachi Red Cross Hospital.

Then, all that's left is her authority as the chief surgeon.

After thinking for a few seconds, Kiryu Kazusuke made up his mind.

Besides that, there's another small problem: how can I make Imagawa Ori smile after he's exploited...?

Well……

It's not that there's absolutely no way out.

We're going to take a gamble.

It's worth it for "perfect anatomical reduction of fractures".

……

Kiryu Kazusuke wasn't in a hurry to find Imagawa Ori, but instead picked up the phone.

"Hello, this is the First Department of Surgery, Gunma University."

"Hmm, lunch today."

"I'd like one special Makauchi bento, two tonkatsu bentos, and three ginger-grilled pork bentos..."

He looked at the schedule on the wall while reciting the names of the dishes into the microphone.

I need to get the medical training done first, lest I forget about it later.

At that moment, Kenji Tanaka suddenly looked up.

He watched longingly from the side, saying, "Kiryu-kun, I want a large portion of rice! It has to be a large portion!"

"Okay," Kiryu Kazusuke replied casually, continuing to order.

"And one eel rice bowl, the kind that's freshly grilled."

This was ordered for Assistant Professor Mizutani; that old man has been complaining of back pain lately and needs some nourishment.

"at last……"

His gaze swept over Imagawa Ori, who was sitting in the corner, looking worriedly at a pile of documents in front of her.

"Another deluxe sashimi platter set meal, please."

"Yes, the most expensive kind."

After hanging up the phone.

Kenji Tanaka leaned over and kindly reminded her, "Hey, Dr. Imagawa... she didn't say she wanted something this expensive, did she?"

In the medical department, everyone knows that Dr. Imagawa is notoriously stingy.

She is extremely strict with herself, often eating rice balls from a convenience store or a cheap vegetable salad for lunch.

This luxurious sashimi set meal must cost 1 yen, right?

It's common for resident doctors to pay for meals for their senior doctors, and some shameless doctors forget about it after eating and never mention paying back.

While Imagawa Ori might not be so bad as to renege on her debt, ordering something so expensive for her is just asking for trouble.

"It's nothing." Kiryu Kazusuke waved his hand. "Today is a good day."

"A good day?" Kenji Tanaka looked at the gloomy sky outside the window, bewildered. "Is today some kind of anniversary?"

Kazusuke Kiryu offered no explanation.

He sat back down in his seat, turned on his computer, and pulled up the document he had written.

He compiled it after Shinya Suzuki's surgery. Although it lacks charts and data analysis, it contains the core ideas.

The remaining task is to stuff meat into this skeleton.

This is what Imagawa Ori is most lacking right now.

She has the technology, the cases, and the data, but she lacks the theoretical depth to connect these things.

Kazusuke Kiryu printed out the document.

There are only three pages in total.

He picked up the stapler, clicked it shut, and walked toward Imagawa Ori.

(End of this chapter)