Chapter 6 Late Autumn

"What are you doing, Shu?"

The dark night outside the window was like ink splashing, confusing the world. The crisp sound of the switch fell, and the gorgeous chandelier on the ceiling of the living room instantly illuminated the entire hall.

Hasegawa Takako hurried down from upstairs, glanced at the woman with red and swollen cheeks and tears on the sofa, frowned and questioned her son, and her graceful and dignified face vaguely showed a slightly distorted expression because of astonishment and anger.

"You should ask her what she did, mother."

Hasegawa Shu put his hands in his pockets and stood quietly under the light. The scattered hair on his forehead fell down to cover his eyes. Together with the plain tone, it concealed his anger.

"I just taught that woman a lesson!" Hasegawa Yumi was almost dragged into the door by her brother. Before she could catch her breath, she was slapped hard and fell on the sofa. At this moment, she sat up suddenly from the sofa. When she cried, her face was full of tears mixed with the gorgeous makeup on her face, which looked hideous and distorted under the light.

"No, you have brought shame to the Hasegawa family!"

"You are clearly biased!" Hasegawa Yumi stood up unwillingly: "What's so good about this woman Terajima Yuki, why do you always protect her! I am your sister, brother--"

Shu raised his wrist coldly.

Hasegawa Yumi shrank into her mother's arms as if frightened.

"Enough! Shu." Hasegawa Takako stopped him in a stern voice and held her crying daughter in her arms, "Although I don't know what happened, Yumi is right, she is your sister. You have no reason to treat her like this for an outsider." Shu

's raised hand stopped in the air, and he looked at the weak woman trembling in her mother's arms with a gloomy look for a long time, frowned, and pulled her out from under her mother's wings.

"Brother--" Her arm felt painful because of his strength.

"Reflect on yourself." He let go of her hand. "I didn't hit you because of Youji, because people present today will not remember what kind of person Terajima Youji is, but they will all remember how aggressive, unreasonable and uncultured the young lady of the Hasegawa family is!"

"What did I do wrong! She took my things! I was rejected by the Atobe family! But that woman can get the favor of that man so easily! How could it be!"

She suddenly began to cry non-stop, her hoarse voice mixed with sobs, and she felt like she was exhausted.

Hasegawa Takako couldn't bear to see it, so she walked up and hugged her daughter, trying her best to suppress her dissatisfaction: "Okay, Shu, you know that Yumi is feeling very uncomfortable recently because of the rejection of marriage, so just let it go. You have already taught her a lesson."

Shu lowered his head and looked at the sobbing woman in front of him, feeling powerless.

"From now on, don't go out again for a month." He turned around, with an indescribable breath in his words, "Atobe Keigo will never fall in love with a woman who only knows how to make trouble. You are far from the standard of the wife of the young master of the Atobe family."

Hasegawa Yumi's body trembled because of sobbing. She stole a glance at her brother's back as he left and bit her lips hard.

As soon as Hasegawa Shu went upstairs, he threw himself into the bathroom. He stood under the shower and used the rushing water to wash away the alcohol and haze on his body. When he came out wrapped in a bathrobe, it was already late at night. He walked to the balcony outside the room and raised his head to see the pure black night sky like golden ink, with no end in sight.

"Master, we have already figured out the funding, and we can still barely cope with the temporary turnover. As long as this cooperation is successful, I think the outside world's confidence in us will be restored soon." " 

Very good, let's do it." Closing his phone, Hasegawa stood facing the night wind, lowered his head and drooped his eyelids. The dim skylight carefully outlined the contours of his face. In the haze interface of light and shadow, a faint and unpredictable arc ripple suddenly rose. 

The white moonlight shone down, casting a slender and lonely shadow. 

The scenery in November has already been filled with yellow leaves flying all over the sky, exploding a ball of gold in the air. 

Oshitari Yuushi's recent work schedule has been arranged until the end of this month. He is busy between the ward and the operating table. He feels like he is almost drowned in this pure and extreme whiteness. 

"Doctor Oshitari, Director Sato, please come over." 

"Got it." Having just finished a coronary artery bypass surgery and before he had time to change his clothes, an intern came over to give instructions. The youngest chief surgeon at the University of Tokyo Hospital smiled lazily and went to change his clothes. 

When he opened the door of the director's office, in addition to Director Sato Nobuhiko, his student mentor Kishimoto Takashi was already waiting there. 

"You're here, Yushi?" Sato Nobuhiko was already in his fifties, with wrinkles all over his weather-beaten face. He had a good impression of this young man who came from a medical family but had potential. " 

There is an emergency operation. Sorry to have kept you two waiting for so long." The blue-haired young man in a white coat raised his lips elegantly, and his unique Kansai accent sounded lazy and magnetic. 

"I have already discussed the specific situation with Dr. Kishimoto." Sato invited him to sit down. "I have submitted the conceptual plan for the Children's Heart Disease Research Center. We already have the technical and financial strength to set up a research center. Dr. Kishimoto's success rate in completing high-difficulty operations is also an important guarantee. The 35th Batista operation has been scheduled, right?" 

"It is scheduled for next Friday, for the boy named Seiichi Terajima." Kishimoto Takashi nodded. "His heart failure is very serious at the moment, and surgery is the best choice." " 

Prepare well. The child is still young. There is no reason for him to leave so early. And--" Sato Nobuhiko paused. "If this case is successful, it will be able to meet the indicators for setting up a research center. This time, the outside world has also paid enough attention." 

"I understand, Dean." Kishimoto Takashi nodded and stood up. "I have to go to the ward for rounds. Excuse me." 

The thick door of the dean's office opened and closed again. 

Yuushi Oshitari sat on the sofa without moving, just smiled lazily: "These things recently have really troubled the dean." 

"I'm just doing what I should do." Sato Nobuhiko chuckled, "Sitting in this position is not as easy as others think, one day you will also experience it." 

The potential of young people is one of the most unpredictable people in the world, not to mention that the person in front of him grew up playing with scalpels and is destined to take over the huge medical institution behind him. 

Yuushi Oshitari smiled meaninglessly: "How is the preparation for the board meeting at the end of the month going?" " 

The Oshitari family already holds 30% of the shares, and recently bought out nearly 20%. What else do you have to worry about?" Sato Nobuhiko smiled, and he was in a good mood. 

"Recently, Meijin University has invited a lawyer to come to negotiate this matter. It's better to be more careful." Oshitari Yuushi raised his hand to take off his glasses and wiped them carefully. "It's already a natural thing. I don't want to make any more mistakes and be scolded by the old man." 

He wiped his slightly blurry eyes with his collar, put them on again, and stood up: "There is another operation next. I will go to prepare." 

Walking out of the dean's office and passing through the long corridor, he could see Kishimoto Takaya standing in front of the bright window, looking at the flying sycamore leaves in late autumn, as if he was looking at an unknown world. 

"What are you looking at, teacher?" After hesitating for a moment, he still walked up, and a white dress was reflected on the bright glass.

As if he heard his words a moment later, Kishimoto Takashi also regained his composure in a daze, realized his own gaffe, and laughed at himself: "Nothing." "

I thought the teacher would be happy, after all, this is the teacher's wish for many years, isn't it?"

Kishimoto Takashi also slightly turned his face, pursed his lips, and raised his head slightly: "Yushi."

"Teacher."

"Do you remember what you said when your father brought you here for the first time?"

"What did I say?" Oshi raised the corner of his mouth innocently.

"You told me that you hope to improve your medical skills and help patients."

"Hmm..." The genius of Hyotei showed a casual smile and combed his slightly messy blue hair. "After so many years, teacher still remembers it?"

"How could a child from a medical family take up a scalpel for such a simple ideal? You lied at the time, didn't you?" Kishimoto glanced at him lightly, without revealing too much emotion, "But I have to admit your talent and the achievements you have made since then, but Yushi, why did you choose this path? Your talent is not inferior to others in any aspect."

Oshi was silent for a long time.

He didn't know what kind of mood his mentor was in to ask such a question. In fact, his casual and cynical nature made him indifferent to the choice of interests and careers, but it was obvious that such an answer could not be brought to the table.

Kishimoto Takashi did not wait for his answer, but just sighed: "Yushi, you will never be a simple doctor, although I hope so." Oshi

was stunned for a moment, but the other party laughed self-deprecatingly: "However, in today's hospitals, there will no longer be doctors who simply rush around for patients, right? Even I myself often wonder if I have deviated from my original intention."

After saying this, Kishimoto Takashi also turned around and walked towards the depths of the empty corridor. The wind in the corridor lifted up his white coat.

Oshi Oshi stood where he was, and a few faint white lights flashed on his plain glasses without degrees.

The medical field is no longer a pure and clean land these days. The pursuit of power and money has already penetrated into every corner. Professors who sharpen their brains for papers, doctors who conceal accidents that cause patients' deaths, and pharmacists who concoct fake drugs for huge profits, are like a deformed white giant tower.

"Um... Miss Terajima, Director Atobe asked me to hand this to you personally."

A dozen long-necked beauty tulips and a light yellow sealed information bag that had just been airlifted from the Netherlands that morning.

Although it was not the first time that he appeared at the door of the AE office with flowers in his hands, Hou Changtaro still blushed shyly. After all, he had handed the flowers to the female assistant named Sakai Otonashi a few days ago.

The sunlight in late autumn looked pale, and one or two white lights passed through the transparent glass windows of the tall building in front of him. Suddenly, there seemed to be a figure flashing. Looking from a distance, it seemed to be Tezuka, the former senior of Seigaku?