Persona, I am the villain and I can do whatever I want

I felt inexplicably nervous and my heart was beating fast.

"Okay, let me see what kind of wound it is."

Mitsui Tsubasa forced himself to pull his thoughts back to his senses. He rolled up his shirt cuffs, revealing the strange, red and swollen wound on his right arm.

"Huh?" Wu Jianmiao let out a slight surprised sound, tilted his head slightly, and curiously put down the medical record book in his hand.

She stretched out her finger and gently touched the wound, frowning, "How did this happen?"

Mitsui Tsubasa blinked guiltily: "I'm not sure, maybe he accidentally bumped into it while exercising?"

"Not really." Wu Jianmiao stared at the wound, his eyes changing from careless to focused, "Are there any other wounds on your body?"

"...There are many more, similar conditions in the upper body and calves."

Wu Jianmiao was silent for a moment, her brows furrowed, and she said in a serious tone: "Please take off your shirt and sit on the examination bed over there."

Mitsui Tsubasa did as he was told without any hesitation.

He quickly took off his casual clothes, revealing a well-defined, sculpted body. Every muscle seemed to have been carefully sculpted, the result of his long-term training.

However, the irregular, red and swollen wounds all over it cast a shadow on this perfect picture.

“…You have a really good figure.” Wu Jianmiao glanced at his upper body and commented indifferently.

She carefully examined the wounds all over his body, then couldn't help rubbing her forehead and said carefully: "Blood routine, biochemical test, electrocardiogram, blood pressure test and whole body CT scan. We need to do a series of tests. Your condition looks quite complicated."

Since she was the only doctor in the clinic, Takemiya personally took Mitsui Tsubasa to complete all the scheduled examinations, and then the two returned to the treatment room.

"Rest for a while. The test results will take about half an hour to come out."

After giving the instructions, she left the room with a serious expression and continued working.

Mitsui Tsubasa stretched his body unconsciously and lay down on the hospital bed.

"I don't know what the result will be, I hope there is a specific medicine."

My mind was filled with the charming figure of Takemiya, and my thoughts were gradually being eaten away by sleepiness.

……

"Wake up..."

“…Wake up…”

In a trance, Mitsui Tsubasa slowly opened his eyes.

"I've never seen a ceiling like this before... Oh, by the way, I'm in the hospital."

He sat up and saw that Wu Jianmiao had returned to the computer, concentrating on looking at the electronic version of the physical examination report.

Mitsui Tsubasa quietly admired her graceful curves and beautiful back, and couldn't help but feel an urge to hold her in his arms. If he could have such a beauty by his side, his rebirth would be worthwhile.

After a moment she turned and fixed him with a stern gaze.

"You're severely sleep deprived, you're showing signs of muscle strain, and you have inflammation all over your body - what have you been doing lately?"

"..."

"Why don't you speak? It's not a wise choice to hide your condition from the doctor... Or did you touch something you shouldn't have touched?"

Mitsui Tsubasa immediately understood what she meant and explained with a bit of helplessness: "I'm just practicing kendo... maybe it's a little too intense."

"a little?"

Wu Jianmiao was so angry that she laughed, but her smile quickly faded. She leaned forward and stared at Mitsui Yi with sharp eyes: "If you don't want to suffer from rhabdomyolysis syndrome, then don't work so hard. People who exercise for a long time can't stand this kind of torment!"

As she approached, a light fragrance floated gently into Mitsui Tsubasa's nose. His mind went blank, and he forgot all the excuses he had prepared. He only felt his cheeks getting hot and his heart beating wildly.

"…Huh." She took a deep breath and slowly sat back in the chair. "Your wound - we can't be sure whether it is a stress-induced allergic reaction or aseptic inflammation... Of course, there may be other reasons."

"Since you insist that you have never come into contact with strange things, then you can only go to a large hospital. The equipment here is limited and quite old..."

That's impossible... Mitsui Tsubasa immediately ruled out this option in his mind.

Big hospitals are controlled by chaebols and watched by countless eyes, so privacy and security cannot be guaranteed at all. This is true even for medical institutions owned by the Mitsui family.

not to mention……

"I am beautiful as a painting. He doesn't want to go anywhere else except here... If he has a boy in the future, he will name him Mitsui Hayato; if it is a girl, she will be named Mitsui Fubuki..."

He recalled the information he had just browsed and asked tentatively: "It is rumored that any medicine can be made here, right?"

“…Sure enough, this is why the young master of a wealthy family found this place, right?”

Wu Jianmiao answered without surprise, his eyes falling on the medical records again.

Noticing that the other party was lost in thought, Mitsui Tsubasa curiously asked: "Why do you think I come from a wealthy family?"

"Your clothes." Wu Jianmiao didn't even raise his head, but just held up a finger. "They must be tailor-made. Doctors with high positions usually have a few sets of decent clothes tailored."

Mitsui Tsubasa looked down at his casual clothes. These clothes were all brought from his hometown. He remembered that at that time... it seemed that a designer did come to his house to tailor-make them for him.

Without dwelling on this trivial matter, Mitsui Tsubasa asked hopefully, "So, can you prescribe some special medicine for me?"

Wu Jianmiao raised her head when she heard this and looked at him quietly with her charming eyes.

Chapter 12: The Birth of Death

Inside the treatment room, the air seemed to freeze.

Neither side gave in, and both wanted to overwhelm the other in momentum.

Mitsui Tsubasa looked straight into Takemiya's beautiful eyes, not believing that she could tell anything from the wounds alone. Impression space is such a spiritual place that it is impossible to fully understand it with traditional medicine alone.

After a long while, Wu Jianmiao seemed to have lost his patience and looked away first: "The so-called specific medicine must be targeted at specific symptoms, but I can't even determine the exact cause of your illness now."

'Another patient with a hidden secret.'

'Don't they understand that avoiding medicine will only make the problem more complicated?'

"If I leave it alone, it will become tangled again..."

"Ah, never mind." She fiddled with her hair in frustration, her tone becoming lazy. "Anyway, I'll just prescribe some painkillers for you. But only for restoring your physical condition."

Seeing the other party compromise, Mitsui Yi was delighted and immediately added: "I also need some other types of nutritional supplements. My exercise volume is a bit over the limit."

"Okay, okay." Wu Jianmiao responded perfunctorily, his tone was like coaxing a wayward child, "Then add oral saline solution, protein powder, and multivitamins. These will never do any harm."

"I make all my own medicines. I'm treating myself at my own expense. Is that okay?"

Mitsui Tsubasa nodded obediently.

"Painkillers -- long-acting or short-acting, and a week's supply?"

After considering his own battle consumption, Mitsui Tsubasa felt that he should prepare more medicines, so he said carefully: "I want medicine that works quickly and has few side effects. I will take about 10 pills a day... Can you prescribe 100 pills at a time?"

Wu Jianmiao slammed the pen on the medical record with a thud, her pretty face frosty: "Are you kidding me? My body can't handle this dose!"

"That's enough, get out of here. I can't prescribe medicine for you." She waved her hand in anger and said, "I'm a regular doctor. I can't just prescribe medicine to patients and watch them commit suicide!"

"Aren't there medicines that are prepared according to the doctor's judgment?" Mitsui Tsubasa certainly refused to give up.

After hearing his words, Wu Jianmiao seemed a little annoyed. She stood up and walked back and forth in the room anxiously.

"What a twisted form those deliberately spread rumors have become!"

"I think it's better to push it away."

"But I can't diagnose your injury right now. You know, there are risks in making your own medicine. If something goes wrong after taking it, it's your own responsibility. Besides, I have no reason to help you.

I can’t prescribe medicine for you.”

She concluded categorically.

Seeing the negotiations break down, Mitsui Tsubasa realized that it was time to take more drastic measures.

Although the information he could gather from the Internet was limited, he was able to make up for it with the plot of the game.

Now that you have understood Takemiya's weaknesses and her predicament, there is no need to proceed step by step.

Just 'explode' and stimulate her...

"Are you going to give up on the patient just because you can't diagnose the disease?" Mitsui Tsubasa looked into her eyes boldly, "Just like you gave up on Miwa?"

“Meihe?!” Wu Jianmiao muttered to himself, looking a little dazed, and then quickly came to his senses and asked with a little anger: “How did you…you investigated me!”

"Whatever you want to do...it doesn't matter. I don't need to explain anything to you, and I haven't given up on Meiwa!"

"Please leave now!"

Mitsui Tsubasa completely ignored her indignation and questioning, stood up, walked around the treatment room, and examined the surrounding equipment with a critical eye.

Then he returned to the center of the room, crossed his arms over his chest, and said in an unquestionable tone: "I know you haven't given up on Meihe, and I also know that you are developing new drugs privately, but look here..."

He kicked the foot of the bed unceremoniously, and the peeling paint floated down like sand: "Look here!!!"

"No equipment! No funding! No clinical trials! No support staff! There is nothing here... How do you plan to research new drugs? Just on your own?!"

Mitsui Tsubasa opened his arms exaggeratedly and spoke in an aggressive tone. His ostentatious attitude was completely contrary to the Japanese way of doing things.

But Wu Jianmiao remained silent...

The atmosphere dropped to freezing point. Wu Jianmiao lowered his head, frozen in place like a stone sculpture.

After a long time, she raised her head and looked at Mitsui Tsubasa coldly.

"That's my business, not yours. What do you want to do by investigating so carefully?"

"It's simple. I'm here to seek cooperation."

Mitsui Tsubasa took a deep breath, pulled himself together, and confidently introduced himself: "Let me introduce myself again. I am Mitsui Tsubasa, and my father is Mitsui Shigeki of the Mitsui Group. You can verify this on our official website."

"My proposal is that I will be your investor. I will provide funds to purchase the equipment you need, research funding and laboratory space, and I can even help you recruit a scientific research team."

"All you need to do is to devote yourself to the research and development of new drugs and treat more patients in need. In this way, Meiwa can be saved! You can also wash away your own stigma!"

"How is it?" He held out a hand and gave a sincere smile, "Is the deal done?"

Wu Jianmiao frowned at the hand he extended and took two steps back.

Is there a free lunch in the world?

Free trap is pretty good.

After a long while, she asked calmly, "Why...what do you want?"

To this question, Mitsui Tsubasa answered without hesitation: "I need you to help me. Use your medical talents to customize various recovery drugs for me. You may also need to monitor my health status for a long time."

"My talent..." Wu Jianmiao seemed a little hesitant, looking at the boy in front of him who he obviously didn't know, "Do you know me well? Do you trust me so much?"

Mitsui Tsubasa nodded: "I have investigated your information and know your talent in the medical field. As long as we cooperate, we will definitely achieve results that satisfy both parties. In addition, I trust myself, not you. I know that I am doing the right thing, and that is enough!"

"..."

Hearing this unexpected answer, a trace of surprise flashed across Wu Jianmiao's face, and his hands were tightly entangled together.

this person…

I feel too good about myself.

Arrogant and conceited.

However, considering his age and the fact that he is the son of a chaebol...

Maybe it can be used.

The tense atmosphere in the room gradually eased.

"The eldest son of a wealthy family is planning to start a business? I'm deeply honored that you think highly of me." There was a hint of sarcasm in her tone, and it was obvious that she was speaking in a sarcastic way.

Mitsui Tsubasa's breathing was slightly choked. This was different from the script he had expected.

The documents clearly stated that the newly taken over clinic was in a tight financial situation. And Wu Jianmiao had only graduated for less than two years and was still burdened with a large student loan.

She must be in great need of money, so why did she react like this when she heard the investment proposal?

"Is there something wrong?" Mitsui Tsubasa asked with a frown.

Wu Jianmiao looked at him carefully and shook his head: "There's nothing wrong. I just think that the Mitsui family is really powerful. They can even find a little-known doctor like me."

"We can cooperate, but we must follow the formal process. And I want to make it clear in advance that I am only responsible for the research and development of existing new drug projects and will not obey any orders that violate professional ethics."

Wu Jianmiao sighed inwardly.