Shirakawa Natsumi was taken aback for a moment, but quickly came to her senses. She tightened her grip on Natsumi’s body and, feeling the close contact between their bodies, said, “Okay, wherever you want to go, just the two of us, let’s go together.”

After he finished speaking, he felt Hashimoto Arina trembling slightly in his arms. She looked up, a maternal smile on her face, and gently pulled his head into her embrace, resting her chin on his head. Her voice was playful: “Just kidding. I’ve been through a lot lately. Even I sometimes want to try being a little cute.”

Shirakawa Natsu felt as if she had sunk into his chest. It should have been a warm and comforting position, but with E-cup breasts, it always made people feel more at ease and had other thoughts.

He took the opportunity to rub his face against hers: “What a pity, I thought I could have a romantic honeymoon with Sister Youcai.”

“Idiot.” Hashimoto Arina hugged him tighter. “I was already encouraged when I heard Natsu agree.”

“Sister Cai, there’s one more thing.” Seeing that the atmosphere was good, Shirakawa Natsumi seized the opportunity to speak: “I’m planning to transfer to another hospital.”

“No.” Hashimoto Arina immediately shook her head: “I can take care of you here; I don’t trust anyone else to do it for me.”

“Youcai-jie.” Shirakawa Natsumi grasped her slender waist. “I’ve also been thinking carefully about our future. Do you really want us to keep dating secretly like this?”

A moment of hesitation flashed across Hashimoto Arina’s face, but she quickly regained her resolve: “More than a normal relationship, I want to be by Natsu’s side, besides…”

She didn’t finish speaking; Shirakawa Natsu’s test results were terrible, and her heart would be overwhelmed for the next three months.

Compared to life, nothing else matters. In her final moments, she stayed by Shirakawa Natsu’s side.

“Sister Yuzuri, do you believe that monsters exist in this world?” Shirakawa Natsu suddenly asked.

Hashimoto Arina’s worried expression faltered, and she looked at him strangely, as if she were looking at patients who she thought could still be saved.

“Ahem.” Shirakawa Natsu felt awkward under her gaze, but since it concerned the subsequent plans, she could only bite the bullet and continue: “I’ve already asked Miyuki to contact a hospital in Tokyo for me. I’ll explain once Youna-nee sees the detailed test results.”

He knew there were no monsters in the world, but that didn’t matter; he needed an excuse.

This is an excuse to convince Hashimoto Arina once her heart and other external organs have recovered.

The wonder of the Huangmao APP is no less than that of those legendary tales of gods, ghosts, and monsters.

Since there are no monsters around, no monster can expose him.

Hashimoto Arina’s eyes darted around as she looked intently at Shirakawa Natsu, seemingly deep in thought.

“As expected, it’s not that easy to believe.” Shirakawa Natsu could sense her emotions. He opened his mouth, wanting to say the excuse he had prepared, to plant a seed in her heart first, and then, in a couple of days, combine it with the hospital’s test results, and it would all fall into place naturally.

“I believe in Xia.” Hashimoto Arina smiled sweetly, lowered her head and kissed his lips, silencing his words, and reached out to pull him into her arms: “Sleep.”

Seeing this, Shirakawa Natsumi was curious as to why Hashimoto Arina had so easily stopped insisting that he stay in the hospital, but knowing what he meant, she didn’t explain further and instead slipped her hands inside her shirt to support her slender waist.

“Don’t move.” Hashimoto Arina blushed. “Otherwise, I’ll go back.”

“Just touch it, don’t move it.” Shirakawa Natsumi whispered a few words in her ear with a smile.

Hashimoto Arina gave him a doting look, then reached her hands behind her back into her shirt and pulled out her bra.

Shirakawa Natsumi got her wish and went to meet him.

“Are you a child?” Hashimoto Arina blushed and reached out to pull the blanket over the two of them.

That night, Shirakawa Natsu kept her word; she said she would rub against him, and she really did only rub against him.

It has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that the combat power is only two and a half minutes.

Before sunrise, Hashimoto Arina quietly got out of bed and left the ward.

After getting up, Shirakawa Natsu started making his bed. He didn’t have many things; he usually wore a hospital gown.

After changing into casual clothes, and with his healthy heart, he looked much more energetic and cheerful. Although he was still a little weak, he no longer looked like he would die at any moment.

When Miyuki arrived at the ward with his suitcase, he had already packed everything up and neatly stacked it together.

“Thank you.” Shirakawa Natsumi opened her suitcase and put the packed items inside one by one. “I must have saved the world in my past life to be able to become your childhood friend.”

“How pretentious.” Miyuki pouted. “You’ve already rented an apartment, aren’t you planning to go back home?”

Shirakawa Natsu paused in her packing, then shook her head: “Never mind, I’m used to living alone.”

His parents are both alive and well, and they have been very good to him. During his hospitalization, they worked outside to cover his medical expenses.

Shirakawa Natsumi’s decision to draw manga is also partly motivated by a desire to repay the parents of this body.

After receiving the royalties, he immediately took out a portion of it and transferred it to them.

But since they aren’t his real parents, there will always be a distance between them. He’s not mentally prepared to go back and live together.

Everything was packed up, mainly some sketches for drawing; even the last suitcase wasn’t full.

As I left the ward, I looked back at the hospital bed where I had been lying for almost a year.

Unexpectedly, I ended up walking out of the ward instead of being carried away.

The moment I stepped out of the hospital room, I felt as if I had been transported to another world.

Accompanied by Miyuki, after completing the discharge procedures, the attending physician, Arina Hashimoto, was required to sign.

Shirakawa Natsumi expected to have to do some more persuasion, but Hashimoto Arina sat in her office with a businesslike demeanor and directly signed off on the project.

Other procedures are even simpler. From the hospital’s perspective, many people choose to give up treatment after learning that they are doomed to die.

They also didn’t want the patient to die in the hospital, so they were exceptionally efficient in processing Shirakawa Natsu’s discharge. In just one morning, he stood at the hospital gate with his suitcase, saying goodbye to the place he had stayed for a year.

Hashimoto Arina stood in the corridor, her gaze following Shirakawa Natsu’s figure until it disappeared. Then she took out her phone from her pocket and found the number of a senior from her medical school days in her contacts. She had worked in psychiatry after graduation, and the two had little contact.

After the call connected, a clear female voice came from the other end: “Youcai, I can’t believe I was able to answer your call.”

“Senior, I’d like to ask you some questions about psychiatry.” Hashimoto Arina tried to make her voice sound relaxed, and described Shirakawa Natsu’s situation after omitting her personal information.

“This is a common situation.” The voice on the other end of the phone did not show surprise: “Not everyone can face death calmly, and it is not uncommon for people to develop mental problems due to fear.”

“Can it be treated?” Hashimoto Arina asked hurriedly.

“Treatment of mental illness requires identifying the factors that trigger the illness. Based on your description, the patient’s fear of death leads to avoidance, which makes treatment difficult, and… from a practical point of view, there is no need for treatment.”

“Okay, I understand.” Hashimoto Arina looked dejected, but didn’t seem too surprised.

“However, I suggest you hand the patient over to a professional mental hospital. After the patient experiences cognitive and sensory deviations, as physical pain intensifies, their mental state gradually collapses, eventually causing harm to those around them. They are considered particularly dangerous patients.”

“Thank you, senior.” Hashimoto Arina chatted with her for a while longer before hanging up.

Hashimoto Arina stood in the corridor, letting the breeze caress her face; she thought she was going to cry.

Because she didn’t consider herself a strong person, but this time she felt a peace she had never experienced before.

Fate is not fair; even in its final moments, it did not spare this young man.

She couldn’t send her lover off romantically like in the movies.

Because mental health issues will gradually turn him into a different person, and the beautiful memories he shared with Shirakawa Natsu will gradually be replaced by pain and unbearable suffering.

Hashimoto Arina knew that the most sensible thing to do at this time was to inform Shirakawa Natsu’s parents about his mental health issues.

Then, using his guardianship authority, he was sent to a mental hospital to spend the final stage of his life.

The most beautiful aspect of the boy will forever remain in her heart.

And having him cared for by professionals is, rationally speaking, the best choice for him.

Hashimoto Arina stood in the hallway for a while, then turned around and went back to her office, where she lay on her desk and stroked the texture of the desk with her hand.

Her father also sat in this office chair, and in her memory, she watched him provide treatment advice to patients here.

Although she liked the visuals, she always believed that she would become a doctor like her father, saving lives and healing the wounded.

And she did indeed follow her father’s last wish to apply to medical school and become a doctor.

Then he returned to his father’s workplace and took over his mantle.

She loves her job and feels she will continue working until retirement, then pass it on to the next person who will succeed her.

Hashimoto Arina lay on her desk for a while longer before taking out the envelope she had prepared that morning from her drawer.

Dean Koizumi is a slightly overweight middle-aged man who wears black-rimmed glasses. He hasn’t been in a good mood lately.

Two months ago, Dr. Uemura, a young and promising doctor in the gynecology department, had an affair with a married woman, which seriously damaged the hospital’s reputation.

My daughter, Koizumi Nai, ran to someone else’s office again, wanting to be someone else’s dog.

He felt that he must have destroyed the world in his past life to have given birth to such a rebellious daughter.

The daughter later denied it, and the two had a big argument about it. The relationship between the father and daughter is still very strained.

The other day there were rumors that the hospital was haunted at night, and that a female doctor who was abandoned by a patient ten years ago jumped off a building, and so on, and they were all told in great detail.

I was sitting in my office today, still recovering from the stress, when my distant niece, Hashimoto Arina, the only person who could keep me from getting into trouble, came to my office.

Looking at the resignation letter on the table, Koizumi Nai thought they should hire some monks to chant sutras; the hospital was really having bad luck lately.

“I’m sorry, Dean Koizumi.” Hashimoto Arina stood in front of him, bowed with her hands on her stomach, and the engagement ring on her middle finger was particularly eye-catching: “I have been very grateful for your help all this time. I need to take care of my fiancé, so I’m sorry that I can no longer do my current job.”