Tokyo, 1994, starting with medical training

Chapter 80 Ah, indifference

"you……"

Imagawa Ori's momentum weakened, her eyes began to dart away, and she no longer dared to look Kiryu Kazusuke directly in the eye.

"Senior, you're about to go into hypothermia, aren't you? Why is your brain still full of lewd nonsense?"

"Can't you even think about how to survive?"

"It's a hotel there. It has heating, hot water, dry towels, and it can proactively reheat the water."

Kiryu Kazusuke looked at her face, which was already blue from the cold, and his voice was filled with undisguised sarcasm.

"No, no, no!"

"Absolutely not!"

"Even if I freeze to death, die outside, or jump into the Tone River from here, I would never go to a place like that with you!"

Imagawa Ori instinctively resisted, shaking her head and even trying to back away.

But before her heels touched the ground, an even stronger gust of cold wind, mixed with snowflakes, lashed her face.

"Then you can just wait here to be taken away in the hearse tomorrow morning."

"If that's the case, please tell me your last words. If you still have money in your bank account, you can also tell me the password, and I will pass it on to your family."

"Or I could donate it to the hospital, but I don't know if that would get you a bronze statue instead."

After saying that, Kiryu Kazusuke put his hands back in his pockets, adopting an indifferent attitude.

Upon hearing the words "passbook" and "money," Imagawa Ori immediately stood firm.

Her gaze fell once again on the pink sign.

I haven't earned enough money yet, and I haven't redeemed my family.

If I die here, then all my hard work over the years, all that time standing on the operating table, all that drinking in nightclubs…

Absolutely not.

As long as she can survive, she'd accept anything, even spending the night in a garbage dump, let alone a love hotel.

Moreover, this doesn't necessarily mean that anything will happen.

Besides, hotels can book two rooms.

Even if there weren't that many rooms, seeking shelter from the wind and snow in this kind of weather is a perfectly legitimate reason.

But Kiryu Kazusuke had already turned and left.

They weren't heading towards the hotel, but rather towards the tram station.

Imagawa Ori panicked and quickly called out to him.

"Where are you going?"

"Go back and write a report explaining why my senior physician froze to death on the roadside."

Kiryu Kazusuke stopped and turned around.

Imagawa Oriichi was speechless for a moment.

She bit her thin, bluish-purple lips, seemingly still hesitating.

Seeing this, Kiryu Kazusuke turned to leave again.

"I... I'll go to a hotel with you..."

Ultimately, the will to survive prevailed, and Imagawa Ori managed to squeeze out a sentence.

But Kiryu Kazusuke did not move.

He neither went to the station nor went back; he simply stood in the wind and snow, watching the shivering woman.

"Then beg me."

"you……"

Imagawa Ori's eyes widened in disbelief and humiliation.

Ask him?

Imagawa Ori, a specialist doctor who berates countless junior doctors in the medical department, actually has to ask for a trainee doctor who has been working for half a year.

She gritted her teeth, her jaw creaking from the force of her grip.

"Kiryu Kazusuke, don't be so..."

Before she could finish speaking, a wave of dizziness washed over her, her knees buckled, and she nearly collapsed onto the snow.

The brain is lacking oxygen, and the limbs are numb.

Meanwhile, Kazusuke Kiryu remained aloof throughout.

She took a deep breath of the cold air, as if she had swallowed a handful of shards of glass.

"Please..."

His voice was very soft, almost drowned out by the sound of the wind.

"I can't hear you."

Kiryu Kazusuke remained completely still.

Imagawa Ori closed her eyes, and then cried out in despair.

"Please! Take me to a hotel!"

The words echoed through the streets, drowning out the howling wind and snow.

Kiryu Kazusuke looked at her.

He felt no pity, nor any sense of satisfaction at avenging a great grudge.

But it was indeed a delightful moment.

"Let's go then."

He walked over, but did not reach out to help Imagawa Ori.

The other person was already somewhat confused, so she had to move around on her own to generate heat through muscle contraction and stimulate her sympathetic nervous system to stay awake.

If I carry her on my back or in my arms now, and she falls into a deep sleep, it will be really dangerous.

Imagawa Ori followed behind, staggering as she was told.

It was a difficult journey.

High heels not only lack grip on the snow, but also become a burden, requiring a great deal of effort to maintain balance with each step.

She nearly fell several times, but Kiryu Kazusuke made no attempt to help her up.

Ha, indifference.

The two crossed the road.

It took several minutes to walk a mere fifty meters; it felt like an eternity.

at last.

The automatic door sensed someone approaching and slid open to both sides.

A warm current wafted over me, mixed with the smell of cheap incense.

Imagawa Ori's body swayed suddenly.

The sudden temperature change caused the previously constricted blood vessels to dilate, resulting in a momentary fluctuation in blood pressure and a temporary lack of blood supply to the brain.

"careful."

Before she collapsed, Kiryu Kazusuke reached out and grabbed her, lifting her up like a kitten.

The hotel is designed like a typical self-service love hotel.

Upon entering, select the room from the large screen on the wall, press a button, and a room ticket, resembling a parking voucher, will be dispensed from underneath.

Imagawa Ori looked around and felt a chill run down her spine.

Full.

None of the indicator lights in the dozens of rooms were red "empty"; they were all yellow "full".

"Are you kidding me...?"

Imagawa Ori was unwilling to give up and pressed a row of buttons one after another.

After pressing the buttons for a long time, the buttons felt stiff, and neither the ticket nor the room card came out.

"Is anyone there? Hello!"

Kiryu Kazusuke shouted at the reception desk next to him, which only had a small window open.

The frosted glass of the small window was pulled open.

A young female shop assistant with dyed blonde hair peeked out, chewing gum in her mouth.

"Full!"

"In this kind of weather, everyone who can't go home has come. The last room was taken half an hour ago."

"Let's go somewhere else."

She was about to close the window.

"Wait a moment!"

Imagawa Ori grabbed the window frame.

"I have money!"

"I'll pay double... no, triple the price!"

"Give me a room!"

She took out several banknotes that were wet with snowmelt from her handbag.

It slammed onto the windowsill with a loud thud.

The female shop assistant glanced at the stack of money, her eyes did flicker for a moment, but she still shook her head.

"Sir, this isn't about the money."

"There are people in the rooms, doing their business. I can't just take the key in and kick them out, can I?"

"Besides, who would want to come out in this awful weather?"

"If I let you in and then get a complaint, I'll be fired too."

"Let's go, let's go, don't block the way here."

Immediately, she ruthlessly closed the window.

Imagawa Ori stood there, still clutching the money in her hand.

Her lips trembled slightly, whether from the effort or from the cold, it was hard to tell.

This feeling of being shut out reminded her of the day her family's house was seized by the bank.

It was also a night with heavy snowfall.

She and her mother were kicked out and stood on the street, clutching their meager savings, unable to find a place willing to take them in.

Is history about to repeat itself?

(End of this chapter)