Sakura Kawara graduated from Kyoto Medical University and had several years of experience in the surgical outpatient department of the First Affiliated Hospital of Kyoto Medical University in Kyoto.
Later, she got tired of the intrigues over personnel promotions there, so she returned to New Tokyo and opened a small clinic on the streets of Shitamachi, Chiyoda District.
The surrounding neighbors all had a favorable impression of this attending physician, who had a delicate baby face, a few tiny freckles on the side of his nose, and looked like a nurse.
As time went by, after learning that the woman was almost thirty years old and still unmarried and had no partner, there were even neighbors nearby who wanted to introduce her to a partner.
But every time, there was a faint smile on Kahara Sakura's pretty baby face.
Neither rejecting nor agreeing to anything, the old aunts have all been through it, and over time they understand in their hearts.
Dr. Kahara has someone on his mind.
But the strange thing is that if a girl with such good conditions as Shikahara Sakura has a man she likes, why has she never seen him come to her door once?
Could it be Dr. Kahara’s unrequited love?
No way?
Kawara Sakura didn't feel too much about the speculations from the neighbors around the clinic.
She still commuted to and from work alone like that. Sometimes on rainy days when there were no customers, she would open a can of beer and sit on the desk facing the door, taking a sip.
The weather today is not very good. The weather forecast says it will rain in the next two days.
Although there were still two months until the rainy season in New Tokyo, Kawara Sakura went out in the morning and bought two cans of beer from the convenience store downstairs, along with two packs of chocolates.
Chocolate goes with wine.
This is her favorite leisurely routine.
But when Kawara Sakura walked with a relaxed pace to the small clinic she ran in Shitamachi, and subconsciously lowered her head to take the key from her bag to open the door, she couldn't help but froze on the spot.
I saw that the glass door of the small clinic had been smashed into a hole the size of a fist, which you couldn't have noticed unless you got closer.
The glass door in front of you was ajar, and the pink-white curtain was drawn behind the door and swayed slightly, causing people to unconsciously have endless associations of panic.
Burglary?
Could it be that you haven’t left yet after the theft?
Kawara Sakura took a deep breath and stopped walking. She was neither in a hurry nor in a hurry to leave.
She calmly took out her mobile phone and started to call the Metropolitan Police Department to call the police. Her big, childlike eyes were fixed on the pink and white curtain behind the glass door, as if she wanted to see the scene inside through the curtain.
Five seconds later, the call was dialed, but Sakura Sakura slowly put down the phone in her hand.
"It's me."
Behind her, Nanami Kenjiro withdrew the two fingers that were pressed against the woman's lips. He usually spoke in a cold tone and made a rare effort to explain gently:
"I'm sorry for breaking your door. I will be responsible for compensation. There is really no compelling reason."
From the moment she heard Nanami Kenjiro's familiar voice, Kawara Sakura stopped paying attention to the "Hey, hey, hey" voice of the Metropolitan Police Department operator on the other end of the phone. She bit her lip and said nothing.
However, Nanami Kenjiro turned his head, glanced at the cans of Golden Ale beer in the woman's handbag that had not been pulled up, shook the breakfast in his hand in front of the woman's eyes and said, "Don't drink all the time if you have nothing to do, it will hurt your stomach, I'll take it with you
Do you want to have breakfast together?"
After saying that, he crossed over to Shikahara Sakura and stepped forward to open the door.
Kawara Sakura looked at the familiar back of the man and realized that he seemed to have become much depressed after not seeing him for several months.
What shocked her even more was the empty sleeve on the man's right side.
She is a doctor.
Of course you know what that means.
How is this possible?
This man, who made her fall in love with him at first sight when they first met, has been keeping aloof from her for more than three years, and only comes to see her when he is hurt.
What exactly happened during this time?
In a small clinic.
After entering the door, Kawara Sakura discovered that there was more than one person in the clinic. Her small operating room seemed to be occupied by someone. She glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw a pale man lying on the operating bed who had lost too much blood.
Inside the door, Hela and Camila were shocked when they saw the strange woman walking in.
However, when they saw Nanami Kenjiro walking aside and handing a breakfast to him, the two of them immediately felt relieved. They seemed to be acquaintances.
I just don’t know what the relationship between the two is?
An old lover? Looking at Nanami Kenjiro's cold appearance, it doesn't seem like it.
Hela was still guessing in her mind when Shinichi Nimura, who was lying on the operating bed, suddenly groaned and then woke up leisurely.
At this moment, even Sakura Kawara and Kenjiro Nanami walked in quickly outside the operating room.
"How's the situation?"
"He just woke up and it seems he hasn't regained consciousness yet."
As a professional doctor, Kawara Sakura could tell at a glance that Nimura Shinichi's abdomen seemed to have been penetrated by some kind of sharp blade, and he had lost too much blood. It was best to go to a regular hospital to match the blood type for a blood transfusion, rather than a simple wound in her small clinic.
Stitching treatment.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but glance at Nanami Kenjiro.
She knew that this man was "versatile", and it seemed that he could do everything except giving birth, but she didn't expect that his clinical wound suturing skills were not inferior to her as a surgeon.
But she didn't ask these people why they didn't go to the hospital. If she had to ask, she should have asked Nanami Kenjiro on those nights when he came in five minutes before she got off work, covering his wounds.
Since he didn't ask at that time, she won't ask now either.
"Antibiotics and tetanus injections are also needed, and I happen to have them here. If you feel at ease, I will treat him." Luhara Sakura said.
Hela and Camilla looked at Nanami Kenjiro at the same time, and Nanami Kenjiro nodded.
"Sorry to trouble you."
So next,
The small clinic became busy.
After Kawara Sakura re-treated Nimura Shinichi's wounds with the hands of a professional surgeon, Nimura Shinichi fell into a deep sleep, and his face seemed much better than before.
For a moment, the small clinic suddenly became quiet.
When Kawara Sakura took off her gloves and came out of the operating room, Nanami Kenjiro handed her a cup of hot cocoa. He knew that every time she concentrated too much on the operation, she would suffer from hypoglycemia.
"Thanks."
"Can I trouble you with something?"
The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.
Kawara Sakura didn't answer, she just stared blankly at Nanami Kenjiro's empty sleeve on the right, and couldn't help but sniff hard.
Although she had never asked about Nanami Kenjiro's affairs in the past three years or so, this scene still made her feel a little sad.
Is he really not going to say anything to himself?
"I cut off this arm myself, well, for some unavoidable reasons."
It was a very ordinary sentence, but Sakura Sakura heard in it the thrilling meaning of life and death.
This man has always been like this. In his memory, every time he comes to his place, he is injured. It seems that he has never taken care of his body.
Even now, his tone showed a disregard for her own life, as if she could throw it away at any time.
She wanted to say it.
In fact, someone cares about you.
I care about your life very much.
But when she said it, her brows lowered, and the small freckles on her nose asked dimly:
"What is it?"
"My friends and I have to go out for something. If we don't come back, please take care of the guy lying here. I have already charged the medical expenses that need to be paid to your card. Thank you."
"OK."
Kawara Sakura said as usual.
Men like things to be neat and tidy.
She has been really neat and tidy in recent years.
He just didn't know why, but he suddenly felt empty in his heart.
So, after Nanami Kenjiro finished explaining, he called Hela and Camilla who were traveling with him, and the three of them were about to leave the small clinic while it was still early in the day.
Seeing the man's lifeless and dejected back about to disappear into the morning mist, Luhara Sakura felt a little sour in her heart. She couldn't help but take a step forward and shouted outside:
"Promise me something, please!"
"What's up?"
The man's back paused.
Kawara Sakura looked back at the beer and chocolate on the table, and plucked up the courage to shout, "When I come back, I want to treat you to a drink."
The man did not answer,
The figure gradually disappeared into the morning mist.
Next, just when Shikahara Sakura's mood gradually became depressed and her eyes lost their luster, a familiar man's voice suddenly came from the morning mist.
"good."
In an instant, Shikahara Sakura suddenly raised her head, her eyes filled with sparkle again.
She believes she got her point across.
The other party felt what she meant.
He is not alone.
In this world, this country, this city, there is actually someone who cares about his life and body, so he should cherish himself.
In the morning fog, Camilla turned her head and glanced at the small clinic hidden behind the corner. She glanced at Nanami Kenjiro with some envy, and then took a deep breath.
"Tomorrow, 11 o'clock at noon, Sakurada Gate."
"You don't have to go with me."
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After a brief period of silence, the two of them answered one after another: