Chapter 68: Delivering the Patient
Chapter 68: Delivering the Patient
… He just hoped the “professional” Karasawa Meisuke mentioned—the transfer student Amasue Suetora—was outstanding enough to easily deal with this Brown Glasses appearing now.
Just as this thought crossed his mind, something suddenly moved overhead.
Fang Jing looked up in surprise and saw a dark shadow falling from a higher floor. Thump! It crashed onto the roof of a car parked below, denting the metal.
A car alarm shrieked.
The figure tumbled onto the ground, knocking over a roadside trash bin.
Suicide?!
No. He saw a girl in a black sailor uniform land about five meters in front of him.
She must have fallen from at least six stories up!
Yet, she didn’t look smashed to pieces. She even seemed to be breathing.
Could she be saved?
Clang! A sharp katana slipped from her loosened fingers and clattered onto the street.
Wait! That sword… wasn’t that… from earlier?
Which meant this woman was the transfer student fighting Brown Glasses just before.
He paused, looking upwards. The dense, dark night swallowed the gaps between buildings. Peering at the street’s upper levels, he could only see blurred silhouettes.
At that moment, he saw—or thought he saw—a figure standing on the rooftop six stories up. In the blink of an eye, it was gone.
He sighed, crouching down to check if the girl in the black sailor uniform was still breathing.
“Breathing. She seems unconscious.”
Did she really fall from six stories? Normal people don’t survive a fall like that completely intact!
“… Transfer student. Amasue Suetora.”
What a baffling existence.
So, what should he do now? Call 119 for an ambulance? Or report it to the police?
Right then, he heard a phone ring. He fished around the girl’s clothes, pulling out a device with a cracked screen. It wasn’t a regular phone; it looked more like a satellite phone or a radio.
It still worked after that? Must be a Nokia.
He didn’t hesitate long. He answered. Instantly, an extremely familiar voice came through.
“Hello—”
“You’re Senior Karasawa, right?”
“What?”
“It’s me, Nishizuka.”
“Wait, why do you have Ama’s phone?”
“I found it on the ground. By the way, that transfer student just fell off the sixth floor.”
“……”
Fang Jing couldn’t gauge Karasawa’s feelings through the phone, but one thing was certain: he wasn’t pleased.
“Got it. Sorry, Nishizuka. I need to ask you for a favor.”
Karasawa gave him a number to call for help.
“I’ll get there as fast as I can. Meanwhile, please handle things and try not to let any passersby notice what happened.”
“I can do that. But afterward, you owe me some explanations.”
“Understood.”
Karasawa hung up quickly. Fang Jing dialed the number he was given to call for help. Minutes later, a minivan slipped onto the street. The “delivery man” whisked the unconscious Amasue Suetora inside. Fang Jing naturally got into the van too, grabbing the fallen katana from the street first.
He wasn’t helping out of kindness. He saw this as a perfect chance to get more information.
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An hour and a half later, Karasawa rushed into the scene.
Fang Jing leaned against the wall, arms crossed, half-asleep.
“Senior, you’re here.”
“Sorry, got held up.” Karasawa seemed to have run the whole way. He clutched his knees, gasping for air. “How is she…?”
“Don’t know. Seems like she’s getting treatment inside.”
They stood outside a hidden black-market clinic. The person who’d brought them here in the van was a specialized “delivery man.”
This was one of Karasawa’s connections, operating in the grayer areas.
The driver saw him carrying an unconscious high school girl in sailor uniform but asked zero questions. Truly a veteran driver, had seen it all.
Karasawa Meisuke’s connections were surprisingly shady. Normal people don’t just know underground doctors!
Fang Jing gave him a questioning glance. “Hey, Senior… Did you know it was possible? She fell six stories and only has scratches.”
“Stop spouting nonsense!”
Karasawa scratched his cheek in annoyance, then asked about the events. After listening, he pressed seriously: “You’re sure she fell?”
“Absolutely.”
Both their expressions darkened. They sighed almost in unison.
In a way, both of them were unlucky souls dragged deep into this troublesome affair.
Just then, a voice cut through the air.
It was the doctor treating Amasue Suetora. She had short hair and wore a white lab coat, radiating a sharp, professional aura.
She saw them and immediately frowned, glaring suspiciously. Her tone couldn’t be worse.
“She’s physically alright, just still out cold. But one thing… which of you is the father?”
The question felt like an interrogation, dripping with hostility.
Fang Jing and Karasawa Meisuke stared at each other, wildly uncomfortable.
“Hold on, Doctor,” Karasawa asked, baffled, the brunt of her glare. “What do you mean, ‘the father’?”
The short-haired doctor scowled. “A proper hospital needs to confirm the details. But based on what I’m seeing… her symptoms point strongly to pregnancy. About three months along.”
“Three months?”
Karasawa shook his head. “Sorry, I have no idea. Honestly, I barely know her.”
It gave the unfortunate impression he was dodging responsibility.
The angry doctor then shifted her suspicious gaze to Fang Jing.
“Looking at me won’t help… I literally just found her.”
“Hmph!”
The doctor snorted in disdain, snapped her medical file shut, and stalked off, muttering under her breath: “Men these days…”
“… Well, Nishizuka,” Karasawa said flatly. “Guess to everyone here, we both look like scumbags.”
The passing nurse definitely gave them odd looks.
“Not both. Only you look like the scumbag here, Senior,” Fang Jing corrected, his tone light and uncaring. “Your appearance screams ‘bad boy’. The kind in dramas who plays women and never commits. Classic villainous, unreliable character.”