Tokyo, 1994, starting with medical training

Chapter 51 Kitten

Kazusuke Kiryu didn't require himself to be the first assistant in every surgery; rather, he would step in whenever he felt he was capable.

Imagawa Orihime's condition is reasonable; as long as there are no mistakes, it's fine.

This was easy for him, so he nodded in agreement.

When Imagawa saw that he was still holding up two fingers, her slightly softened expression immediately darkened again.

I was given authorship as a co-author, and I was also given the opportunity for surgery.

That should be about right, right?

She clicked her tongue and said, "If you still want money, isn't that a bit excessive?"

Even if she didn't write the paper and got scolded by the professor, she wouldn't take even a single yen out of her pocket.

"Don't rush, let me finish."

Seeing her looking like she was facing a formidable enemy, Kiryu Kazusuke placed the three-page document in his hand on the table, pressed his fingers on it, and tapped it lightly twice.

The first two conditions can be considered an equivalent exchange with Imagawa Ori.

Even without the reward from the third branch, he wouldn't lose out.

Imagawa swallowed back the words she was about to say, wanting to see what other conditions he wanted to propose.

"The last condition."

Kiryu Kazusuke raised his third finger, his gaze lingering on Imagawa Ori's face for a few seconds.

The light screen, visible only to him, still hovered between the two.

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

The text description does not make any strict requirements regarding Imagawa Ori's smile.

This creates room for maneuver.

"Smile."

Kazusuke Kiryu was the first to show an innocent smile, pointing to his face as he spoke.

Imagawa Ori's expression turned somewhat strange.

what?

laugh?

What kind of condition is that?

Is it humiliating?

Or does he have some kind of perverted idea about himself?

"Kiryu-kun, are you flirting with your superior?"

With a cold expression, Imagawa Ori realized that if she were to report such a frivolous request to the medical department in the hospital, she would undoubtedly face a disciplinary action.

"If you don't want to, then forget it."

Kiryu Kazusuke made a move to take back the documents that were on the table.

If Imagawa Orihime really turns against her, then she can just wait to go hungry at noon. She can still turn around and deal with the world line fork in the road in time.

As for the deluxe sashimi platter set meal I just ordered?

It's not like he doesn't have a mouth; he can eat by himself.

"This is the last condition."

Imagawa Ori acted quickly, placing her hand on the documents and emphasizing in a deep voice.

Having agreed to the first two conditions, there's no reason to give up halfway at this point.

At worst, she can just treat Kiryu Kazusuke as a guest, smile at him, and that's exactly what she does best.

Although she has never entertained male guests.

"The last one."

Kiryu Kazusuke didn't exert any force with his hand, but he didn't pull it back either, maintaining the original posture.

Imagawa Ori glanced at him for a few seconds.

Then, take a deep breath.

Then, he adjusted his posture and tidied the stray hairs at his temples.

Finally, the corners of her mouth turned up, and her eyebrows curved into a smile.

The skin laughs but the flesh does not laugh.

A professional smile bloomed on her face.

"Is this... alright?"

Her voice sounded strained and strained.

"fine."

Kiryu Kazusuke looked at her smile, not caring whether it was genuine or feigned, or whether she was being forced.

All you need is a smile.

He only felt a blur before his eyes, and then the light screen in his eyes flickered.

[Imagawa Ori's world timeline has been completed]

[Reward: Perfect Anatomical Reduction of Fracture]

A flood of knowledge and muscle memory rushed into my mind.

The three-dimensional morphology of the 206 bones in the human body, the anatomical landmarks of each bone, the displacement mechanism after fracture, the traction effect of soft tissues...

All knowledge is integrated at this moment.

His hands felt slightly warm.

An indescribable sense of control arises spontaneously.

It's as if as long as his hand touches the bone, he can accurately sense the location of the broken ends through the feedback of the skin and muscles, and then use the most appropriate force to reset it.

It's not just about simple alignment.

Instead, it restores the broken bones to their perfect form, just as God created them at the beginning.

Kiryu Kazusuke let out a soft breath, suppressing the joy in his heart.

"It's a pleasure working with you, Dr. Imagawa."

He handed over the documents and then turned to leave.

As Imagawa Ori watched him leave, she immediately dropped her fake smile.

"Neuropathy."

She muttered a curse under her breath before opening the documents.

Soon, her brows relaxed.

It turned out to be like this...

The force transmission here can be expressed using this formula...

The arrangement of Kirschner wires is not merely about fixing, but also about reshaping tension...

genius.

An absolutely brilliant idea.

……

At noon, there was a knock on the door of the clinic.

"Excuse me, this is takeout ordered by Kiryu-san."

The deliveryman walked in carrying several large bags, and the aroma of food instantly filled the entire room.

"here!"

Kiryu Kazusuke raised his hand.

The deliveryman placed the exquisite bento boxes on the table.

Fried pork cutlet, braised pork with ginger, eel rice... and finally, a huge black lacquered box, a deluxe sashimi platter set meal.

Kiryu Kazusuke took the bags and began distributing them.

"Dr. Imagawa, this is for you."

Finally, he carried the sashimi platter and walked up to Imagawa Ori.

Imagawa Ori looked up.

That wasn't an ordinary plastic bento box, but a lacquerware box used only in high-end Japanese restaurants, with the logo of the famous sushi restaurant "Tsukiji Tama Sushi" printed on it.

This set meal would cost at least 1 yen.

"I didn't order this," Imagawa Ori pushed it back, "It's too expensive."

Kazusuke Kiryu smiled and said, "It's on my behalf. I look forward to your guidance for the next three months, Dr. Imagawa."

Holding firm at the negotiating table is about establishing one's position.

But once they got off the table, the other person was still his superior doctor, so there was no need to make the relationship too strained.

Imagawa Ori's throat bobbed.

She usually hesitates even when buying a 500 yen bento box from a convenience store.

A lavish lunch of this caliber would definitely include Hokkaido sea urchin, fatty bluefin tuna, and perhaps even botan shrimp.

"Don't bother calculating it."

Seeing that she didn't move, Kiryu Kazusuke decided to take it back and enjoy it himself.

If you don't want to eat it, fine.

He wanted to soothe the other person's emotions.

But she shouldn't act like an emperor. Why does she have to decline three times?

"Who said they didn't want it!"

Imagawa Ori quickly gathered the lunchbox together, much like a kitten guarding its food.

After a busy morning, she really needed to replenish some high-protein nutrients to prepare for the mental work that followed.

open the lid.

Golden sea urchins piled up like small mountains, pink tuna belly with evenly distributed fat, like marbled beef, and crystal clear salmon roe.

She picked up her chopsticks, took a piece of tuna belly, and put it in her mouth.

The oil and fish flavor melt on the tip of your tongue.

Imagawa Ori's cheeks puffed out slightly, and her eyes narrowed into slits, just like a little glutton who had just eaten the finest dried fish.

This is truly a fine dining experience.

good to eat.

It tastes a million times better than the rice balls from convenience stores.

But this state only lasted for half a second.

Because she caught a glimpse of Kiryu Kazusuke still watching from the side, she immediately put on a poker face again.

"Is there anything else?"

Imagawa Ori's tone was flat, without any inflection.

No, not at all.

Kiryu Kazusuke smiled, pretending he hadn't seen anything, and returned to his seat.

(End of this chapter)