This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame
Chapter 251 - 202. Dubian Kyoko (8000-word goal achieved)

Chapter 251: Chapter 202. Dubian Kyoko (8000-word goal achieved)

Beichuan Si had just arrived at the hospital when he saw a crowd gathered several layers deep. In the middle of the crowd, Nakajima Michika dealt ambiguously with questions from all around her.

Why was Nakajima Michika not wearing a mask or sunglasses?

Beichuan Si furrowed his brow.

However, it wasn’t a problem; he took a large mask from his pocket and covered his face.

"Excuse me." Beichuan Si pushed through the crowd with a bit of force and promptly pulled Nakajima Michika out.

"Be... Beichuan...?" Nakajima Michika raised her head, recognized the familiar figure, and instinctively followed him.

The crowd was forcibly parted, and the cold voice of Beichuan Si came through:

"What happened?"

"Someone... because of me... got hit by a truck..."

As soon as she heard the question, Nakajima Michika’s eyes slightly reddened.

She somewhat blamed herself; this incident had something to do with her, and the other party had ended up like this while trying to help her.

"Is that so?"

Beichuan Si thoughtfully glanced at her empty back.

Suddenly, it all made sense...

"I already understand the general situation; it’s about the payment, right?" Beichuan Si completely led her out of the crowd and asked.

"Yes." Nakajima Michika nodded her head desolately.

Beichuan Si, observing the crowd that was about to catch up, remarked on the nuisances of being a celebrity and said, "I’ll go make the payment right now. You put on your mask and sunglasses and go home. I’ll handle things here."

If Nakajima Michika continued to stay here, it might cause further disturbances in the hospital, so it was better to send her home. Besides, Beichuan Si had already received a deposit of ten million from Nakajima Michika; making the payment should not be a problem.

She would surely reimburse him later for the expenses; Beichuan Si wasn’t particularly concerned.

"Okay..." The current Nakajima Michika had a soft and obedient air about her, completely different from her usual "Salty Egg" big sister persona.

She put on her mask and sunglasses and walked out with her head hanging low, as if she had lost her soul.

Watching Nakajima Michika’s retreating figure, a dark aura also flashed through Beichuan Si’s eyes.

From a certain perspective, this might also be an opportunity.

...

"Based on the current situation, although we barely managed to save her, the patient is still not out of danger, and we have transferred her to the intensive care unit for further observation. According to the current situation, the most serious issue is a traumatic brain injury, which could be dire if there are severe complications."

Eight hours later, the male surgeon who had just completed the surgery handed a mobile phone and other items to Beichuan Si and left after yawning and instructing him on several matters.

Beichuan Si responded vaguely but felt relieved.

That she hadn’t completely died was enough.

Since she hadn’t died, then for the treatment of the deathly aura, simple external and internal injuries were not a problem; they only required time to heal.

"I need to find an opportunity to ask Miss Nakajima about the specific situation..."

Beichuan Si pulled out a student ID from a blood-stained wallet.

The girl, Dubian Kyoko, was studying at a nearby junior college.

Looking at the photo of the girl with a bright smile and a bobbed haircut, Beichuan Si recalled the scene from before.

Floating behind Nakajima Michika was a pale golden silhouette... If he wasn’t mistaken, it should be this Dubian Kyoko.

Her physical body hadn’t died, but her spiritual body had already emerged and become a good spirit—

"This situation seems a bit complicated."

Beichuan Si pocketed the wallet and walked out of the hospital while rubbing his chin.

He hadn’t tried whether a good spirit could merge back into its still-living body.

However, the most important thing currently was to stabilize Dubian Kyoko’s critical condition, but at the same time, Beichuan Si didn’t dare do anything too drastic.

If he entered the ward and cured her directly, that would indeed be too shocking.

He did have ways to conceal his identity, but what about the healed Dubian Kyoko?

A medical miracle? Subject to research?

After pondering, Beichuan Si decided: he would climb by hand up to the eighth floor, enter Dubian Kyoko’s ward, stabilize her most severe brain condition first, and then spend time slowly healing the other injuries.

But climbing by hand to the eighth floor—

Beichuan Si looked back at the hospital building, sparkling with lights, and murmured to himself, "I really need to find an opportunity to discuss the issue of payment with Miss Nakajima again."

...

Nakajima Michika sat on the edge of her bed, her expression vacant.

Just now, Beichuan Huili had received a call from Beichuan Si and came to comfort her, but it was of no use.

"If that girl hadn’t asked me, if I hadn’t troubled her, there probably wouldn’t have been any trouble."

Nakajima Michika tugged at her hair and sighed deeply.

She had now somewhat sorted out her state of mind.

Like the sudden incident just now, she couldn’t have predicted it,

but fundamentally, she felt she was also to blame, which was a major reason for her self-reproach.

"I’ve troubled Mr. Beichuan again...sigh...I’m really a terrible person."

She muttered to herself, just about to show a self-deprecating smile—

’Please don’t say that.’

A voice sounded.

"Who?!"

Nakajima Michika tensed up, sprang up from the bed, and looked around.

The room was empty, not a ghost in sight.

Could it be because she was under too much stress, so she was hallucinating?

Nakajima Michika nervously walked around the room, but didn’t discover anything.