Yakuza!!!

Chapter 2

Ah, my shoulders hurt.

I opened my eyes in the slightly lighted-up room and yawned, stretching myself.

Oh, I must have fallen asleep looking after that man. I slept all crouched up. No wonder my shoulders hurt.

I stood up and looked at the peacefully sleeping man. I went and checked his pulse and breathing. All normal; he didn't get a fever either.

It seems like he survived without complications.

I checked the clock on my wrist and sighed.

I need to head to work. I looked towards the guy.

I shouldn't wake him up. Right? Oh yeah, those yakuza guys at the hospital. I can ask them to come and get him out of here when I do my last check-ups on them. He is one of them, so it should be okay.

Also, even though the Yakuza are basically criminals, they have high pride. They don't do petty things like rob people, and there is nothing I could do to stop them even if they did. Also, as one of them is already in my house, I really shouldn't worry about strangers in my home at this point seems quite redundant.

Yeah sounds like a plan.

I took a small piece of paper and wrote a message for the sleeping guy before going up to my room and changing my clothes.

My room has a pretty blue wallpaper on one wall, and the rest of the walls are gray. I have a queen-sized bed that has a silver and blue cover. My desk is at the end of the room, and on the right wall are my closets.

I walked to the closet and took out a new white top and a long-sleeved shirt.

I changed into them and brushed my hair before going back downstairs. I checked the guy one last time before taking my red jacket from the floor where I threw it last night and left the house.

The distance to the hospital isn't long, and that's why I walk there but walking is quite bothersome, especially during the night.

You never know what could happen in this world. Things like finding an injured man next to your house. I sighed from the thought. So bothersome.

Well, it's not like I'm completely defenseless. I have practiced different martial arts ever since I was a kid.

I had a good friend who was good at it, so I wanted to be like him.

I never got that good at it, though.

Now that I think about it, I haven't seen Chou in a while. Well, he's half Chinese, so I guess he left the country a while back to avoid trouble. I would if I were him.

I saw the hospital and hurried to go inside. I walked into the lobby and headed towards the ward I supervised.

The lobby itself was really glamorous—nothing less for a top-class hospital.

I work for the VIP ward and the emergency ward. Well, mainly for the emergency one where I perform urgent surgeries. But today, I'm heading to the VIP ward to check on those Yakuza guys.

After I get my doctor's coat from my office, of course.

I walked past the ward and to my office with a fingerprint lock. It's tightly secured because all of my important files regarding the patients are kept in my office. It would be bad if someone were to steal them.

I unlocked the door and stepped into the room furnished with a couch, table, bookshelf, and a computer. I smiled while walking to the table to get my jacket from the chair.

I took off my jacket, hung it on the hanger, and put on the doctor's coat. Then, I adjusted my nametag and left the room.

I walked to the ward and smiled at the nurses behind the counter.