This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame
Chapter 262 - 207: Living in Peace (4000 words)

Chapter 262: Chapter 207: Living in Peace (4000 words)

Hearing Beichuan Si’s confident words, Suzuki Fumi was also delighted. With kindness, he invited, "Beichuan Master, you haven’t had a meal yet, have you? Today is Saturday, and the cafeteria has gathered quite a few ingredients that the patients enjoy. Let’s just the few of us go and have a meal."

Indeed, on his way here, Beichuan Si had wasted quite a bit of time with Ugetsu Ka and the other patients.

With Suzuki Fumi mentioning it, he really felt a sense of hunger. He agreed, "I am actually a bit hungry as well."

Suzuki Fumi sent the few doctors who had already eaten back to their posts and led the busy Beichuan Si and Ugetsu Ka toward the separate, large dining hall for patients.

The cafeteria was similar to that of a typical school, but it only had three windows: two for patients and one for staff.

The shiny metal dining tables were lined up, and the environment was exceptionally clean, not a trace of disinfectant smell.

There were two entrances and exits, front and back, both secured with guards to prevent patients from falling ill suddenly during meals.

The patients’ usual meals were requirement-matched set meals, what is commonly referred to as "fixed meals." They had no choice in the matter.

According to Ugetsu Ka, since today was Saturday, the patients were allowed to be capricious once, with the option to pick from other meal menus.

"It’s quite embarrassing to say," Suzuki Fumi stated while queueing, "Ibaraki Prefecture Second Mental Hospital, I feel the only thing we can take pride in is this cafeteria. I’ve personally invited several chefs from restaurants to come. I will have them take special care of our dietary needs."

As he said this, Suzuki Fumi even winked at Beichuan Si, obviously very confident in the chefs he had invited.

"I’ll look forward to it," responded Beichuan Si succinctly.

Soon it was Beichuan Si and Suzuki Fumi’s turn in the cafeteria line.

As expected, on Saturday, the menu at the cafeteria became much richer, not just with nutritional meals, but also with special grilled meat sets.

The grilled meat released the scent of spices, rotating in the machine while oozing droplets of oil.

"Please, three grilled meat sets for Master Ueno," Suzuki Fumi called out amicably.

Beichuan Si glanced at the menu and after a moment of thought refused, "I’ll pass on that. Grilled meat sets can be found anywhere else. Compared to that, I’d like to try the nutritional meals you have here at the hospital."

Indeed, one could find grilled meat sets in any family restaurant outside.

Therefore, it might be better to try the nutritional meals for patients here.

If he could learn from them, he might try making them should Beichuan Huili fall ill in the future.

"Then Beichuan Master can choose at will," Suzuki Fumi wasn’t bothered by Beichuan Si’s choice.

The three of them waited at the window for about thirty seconds before each collected their tray and sat at a metal table set aside.

It has to be said, the patient meal in Beichuan Si’s hands was indeed different.

A bland mashed potato with a few decorative green onion sprinkles. Finely minced meat, shaped into small clumps.

These two main dishes were placed in the recessed sections of the tray, while on the other side, a round compartment held one or two washed cherry tomatoes.

Besides these items, there was also a bowl of soup next to Beichuan Si, seemingly devoid of any greasy sheen.

"As I said, Beichuan Master, the taste of nutritional meals isn’t that great," Suzuki Fumi shook his head.

He and Ugetsu Ka only carried one tray each, inside of which was a metal bowl.

The white rice was topped with sizzling, oily grilled meat. The fragrance of the rice mixed with the sauce, wafting a tantalizing aroma.

Beichuan Si did not argue, simply responding, "As long as it’s nutritious."

After finishing his sentence, Beichuan Si began to eat on his own.

"The thoughts of Beichuan Master are indeed beyond the ordinary person’s understanding," Suzuki Fumi commented in admiration before beginning his meal.

"..." Beichuan Si.

You have to bring up Beichuan Master while I eat? Even my way of eating stands out from the rest?

Beichuan Si’s expression didn’t change, sipping some soup before eating more mashed potato.

After repeating these few actions for about three minutes, Beichuan Si stood up, picked up his tray, "That’s about it for me. Director Shangyue and Dean Suzuki, please enjoy your meal. I’ll head back to the hospital to take a closer look, to prepare for the exorcism tomorrow night."

"Ah..." Suzuki Fumi’s gaze unconsciously swept over Beichuan Si’s tray and then he nodded with a smile, "Of course, I’m very moved that Beichuan Master is so concerned about our hospital’s affairs. If you have any requests, feel free to convey them to the doctors and nurses. I have already informed them in advance."

"Thank you, Dean Suzuki, for your cooperation."

Beichuan Si picked up his tray, wiped his mouth with the accompanying napkin, and took his leave.

Suzuki Fumi watched Beichuan Si depart, then greeted Ugetsu Ka with a smile and continued his meal.

Let’s not discuss Suzuki Fumi and Ugetsu Ka.

Currently, there were two matters perplexing Beichuan Si.

One was the identity of the spade-wielding spirit.

According to Ino, it was feasible to suspect a doctor.

"The recently missing doctor, there was indeed such a report in the news yesterday."

’Patient A, Patient B, Doctor C missing.’

"Could the spade-wielding spirit that has recently appeared be that doctor transformed?"

If so, why did that doctor disappear? Before this hospital, were there already legends of a malevolent spirit at work?

Beichuan Si felt that he must ask about this, as well as the missing doctor’s name and identity.