Kisaragi's Long-Strange Collection Notes

Just as Chen Meimei was feeling smug about her advancement,

East District Clinic.

In the quiet inpatient ward, the nurses had just left after their rounds.

Ash opened his eyes, which he had been pretending to be asleep, and gently got off the hospital bed.

She was hospitalized because she had suffered severe injuries to both legs, which rendered her unable to walk.

After several days of treatment, she was able to walk normally, but running or fighting would be very difficult for her.

She left the ward and walked towards the office of her attending physician, Dr. Hua.

She heard from the nurses today that Dr. Hua was off work tonight and there was no one in his office, so she wanted to sneak in and look for clues.

Dr. Hua has been working at the East District clinic for over 15 years, and is at the top level in both conventional medical skills and medical-related [mysteries].

To be qualified to run for director, his level is far beyond that of a chief physician; he has his own independent office.

The office door was locked.

Ash has already stolen the spare key from the nurses' station.

Open the door, enter, close the door.

Ash moved very carefully.

Dr. Hua is a mysterious person, and mysterious people always have some strange methods, so you can never be too careful.

The moon on the rooftop emitted a blood-red light, and the ashes were visible over most of the area.

Ash began rummaging through everything, unwilling to miss a single place.

Ashes wouldn't take any chances, thinking that Dr. Hua wouldn't discover that someone had been here.

For her, this was probably the only chance she would ever have to get in.

Desks, filing boxes, trash cans, cushions, under carpets...

They searched everywhere, except for one locked drawer.

Ash pulled out his weapon and destroyed the drawer.

Inside are some private medical records that need to be kept confidential.

Ash quickly flipped through the pages, stopping when he reached one of them.

"Zhen Liulang's Case"

Zhen Liulang is the patient who previously assigned Ash the mission to kill someone in room 1803 of the South District building.

Just as Ash was about to turn the page.

The voice of the nurse on duty could be heard from afar outside the door.

"Dr. Hua, why are you back?"

"There was a patient in a rather urgent situation, so I rushed over to take a look."

Ash felt a chill run down his spine. He quickly closed the drawer while looking around for a place to hide.

Dr. Hua's office is not large; besides a desk, filing cabinet, and a single vase, there is only one other item.

There wasn't enough space in the filing cabinet and the vase to allow anyone to enter.

With no other option, the ashes burrowed under the desk.

The man's footsteps drew closer.

Three meters, two meters, one meter.

Insert the key into the door lock.

The door opened.

Dr. Hua stepped into the office and walked to her desk.

Ash could already see the shoes on Dr. Hua's feet.

Two more steps, and once he gets inside the desk, even if he doesn't see the ashes under the desk, he'll find the damaged drawer.

Ash gripped the dagger tightly in his hand.

One more step.

Ash's muscles tensed, his heart pounded, and he braced himself for a powerful leap to seize the initiative.

"Dr. Hua." A new female voice sounded at the door.

Dr. Hua stopped and turned around.

"Head Nurse of the Circulation Department, is there something you need?"

"Do you have time to talk about that collaboration you asked me to do last time?"

"certainly."

"Come to my place."

"Okay." Dr. Hua followed the instructions, walked out of the office, and closed the door behind him as he left.

The sound of the door closing and the two footsteps fading into the distance followed.

Ash finally regained his breath and took a few deep breaths.

He loosened his grip on the dagger; his palms were sweaty.

Wiping the sweat from his clothes, Ash quickly continued reviewing Zhen Liulang's medical records:

Zhen, male, [mysterious] 0.8, 37 years old, no family, no fixed job, homeless, has passed away.

Three years ago, he first visited my clinic in the East District and was diagnosed with congenital heart disease. He was unable to pay for the treatment himself and had been receiving conservative treatment ever since.

A month ago, he received a medical assistance quota and began using advanced medications. His condition gradually stabilized, and he was originally scheduled to undergo surgery at the end of this month.

Last week, his medical assistance was stopped for unknown reasons. After he stopped taking the medication, his symptoms worsened and relapsed. Ultimately, he died because he was unable to undergo surgery.

"A month ago, the homeless man received medical assistance, but a week ago the assistance was stopped for unknown reasons?" Ash quickly noticed the anomaly.

Medical assistance is a special form of help for patients, granting them numerous privileges such as free treatment, assignment to the best doctors, and accommodation in the best wards.

However, this kind of medical assistance is not actually used to help ordinary people at the bottom who cannot afford medical treatment; it is generally used to save special talents.

A homeless man couldn't afford medical treatment for three years. First, he inexplicably received medical assistance, then he hired a hitman to kill someone, and finally, the medical assistance stopped, and he died of natural causes.

If this medical record is not falsified, then the homeless man's behavior was clearly manipulated throughout.

Without any further information, Ash put the items back where they were, quickly left, returned to his hospital bed, sent the relevant information to Chen Meimei, and then "fell asleep" again.

Shortly after Ash left.

Dr. Hua is back.

He soon discovered the broken drawer.

After checking the items and materials inside, nothing was missing.

Dr. Hua quietly approached the nurses' station.

"Xiao Zhao, do you still have the spare key to my office?"

Nurse Zhao glanced at the storage area and exclaimed, "Oh! It's gone! I clearly saw it at dusk!"

"After dusk, did any relatives come to visit the patient?"

"Not today."

"Have you seen any patients from any of the wards come out?"

"Hmm, let me think. Mr. Sun went out for dinner and just came back; Grandma Li came out and got a bottle of hot water. That's it for these two."

"Okay, let's do one more room check beforehand. I'll walk around with you."

"OK."

Nurse Zhao and Dr. Hua entered one ward after another.

When they arrived at the Ash Room.

Nurse Xiao Zhao was busy running around, conducting relevant protective checks.

Dr. Hua remained silent throughout.

About three minutes later, the two left.

The ward door was closed.

Ash, who had remained motionless under the covers the entire time, finally opened his eyes again.

Outside the door, Dr. Hua patted Nurse Zhao on the shoulder and gestured for her to continue in the back room.

Then, he left the clinic directly.

In the ash ward.

Under the moonlight, a small piece of tea leaf was stuck to the edge of her shoe.

That's the tea that Dr. Hua drinks all year round.