Zongman: Kulaixiku, resurrection!

(Due to plot requirements, the timeline and worldview of this article may differ from the original novel. Children, I have not destroyed Ave Mujica's worldview.jpg)

(Brain storage, the memes in this article are densely and evenly distributed. Am I a god? I ask?)

(PS: This article involves settings such as mygo, lonely rock, and P5. The writing rhythm is slow and the plot has the usual frustrations of the P series. Friends who don’t like it... I’m sorry >people<)

Shoko Toyokawa was the first to be sent to the infirmary.

At first, she felt some movement in her stomach before gym class, but she didn't pay much attention to it.

Sometimes when she is too hungry, she will feel her stomach rumbling, but she has gotten used to it. Besides, if there is no pain, it means she is not sick, so there is no need to pay attention to it.

But those who often suffer from gastroenteritis know that stomach problems are like the mechanized motorcyclist in Germany. It only takes a few minutes to attack the gastric mucosa and penetrate the gastrointestinal flora.

Our classmate Xiangzi squatted for a while while doing ob at the edge of the volleyball court, and was suddenly in so much pain that he fell to the ground and convulsed, unable to get up.

The physical education teacher didn't seem surprised by this. He calmly organized several classmates to take Toyokawa Shoko to the infirmary.

At this time, the school doctor who was on high alert chose to call for help after examining Xiangzi.

"Doctor Miki, the symptoms that occurred at Hanasakigawa Academy are beginning to appear."

Because she did not deliberately avoid it, Toyokawa Shoko, whose consciousness was not confused for the time being, lay on the bed and listened to the call quietly.

In fact, his condition was so serious that he didn't have the strength to speak.

"Normal saline... glucose... hot water compress..."

"Oh, I'm so sorry! We only have some glucose powder in the school clinic!"

"I don't know why. We were clearly receiving supplies a while ago, but now we really don't have any reserves."

"You'll be there in ten minutes? Okay... Hi, I'll keep an eye on the students!"

"Thank you very much, Dr. Baihe!"

By the way, in this world, Hanaoka and Hanasakigawa are managed by the same board of directors, and Tsukinomori Academy, which is more than ten kilometers away, also has a certain controlling stake, so in fact, these three academies are managed by the same group of people.

The suffering that Xiangzi suffered was actually related to this.

In fact, five minutes or ten minutes did not make much difference to Xiangzi. A little hot water could not stop the pain from tormenting Xiangzi.

It's suffering anyway.

About twenty minutes later, a burst of hurried footsteps, different from the influx of patients, was heard, accompanied by the sound of suitcase wheels rubbing against the tile floor.

Hi hi hi, here comes the hero!

"Sorry, it took a while to prepare the medicine." A leg in a shiny leather shoe kicked open the infirmary door, followed by a tall, thin man wearing a black checkered vest and a long black trench coat. A wide-brimmed cap covered his bangs, and deep-set eye sockets housed a pair of sharp black eyes. "Whoever is the most seriously ill patient, I'll treat him first."

At this time, there were more than a dozen students with stomachaches in the infirmary. Both men and women and a young female school doctor were sweating profusely as they boiled water.

It seems that the first thing to disappear from the room might not be Xiangzi, but the disposable water cup.

"I remember I reminded your school a long time ago to be prepared for collective food poisoning?" Kashiwa Sanhui looked at the school doctor meaningfully.

The school doctor looked away, feeling somewhat guilty. "That's what I said, but..."

Kashiwa Sanhui sighed.

A must-see part of Neon culture.

"Alright, guys and gals," Kashiwa Sanhui took off his windbreaker and hat and hung them on the coat rack, revealing his white shirt and vest with a bronze pocket watch dangling from it. He then unpacked the suitcase he had brought with him, revealing bottles and cans like reduced-dose painkillers, glucose solution, prepared electrolyte solution, and a leave roster. "Those of you who can still stand, come and register your name and contact your guardian, then get some painkillers to hold on for a while. Those who are more seriously ill, rest in bed. The school nurse will help me distribute the things, and don't worry about your broken kettle."

To be honest, Kashiwa Miki's British gangster outfit was really intimidating. The boys thought, "How cool is that?" and "Oh my god, this is exactly me," so they obeyed the arrangement for no apparent reason. Most of the girls present had never seen this kind of handsome guy so closely before Yuqiu was transformed into a co-educational school, so they also obeyed for no apparent reason.

As for the school doctor, you must be obedient, otherwise you will be killed by this urgently hired doctor parachuted in by the board of directors.

It was yesterday that Hanasakigawa's school doctor faced the same collective incident but was stubborn and refused to follow instructions. In the morning, Dr. Kashiwa arranged for the students to be settled and complained to the principal. In the afternoon, he was forced to suspend his work.

It's hard not to believe that the school board had been planning to fire that unfortunate school doctor for a long time. Put yourself in their shoes: if Hanasakigawa's school doctor could fire him, why couldn't my own school doctor be fired?

As soon as Kashiwa Sanhui approached Toyokawa Shoko, the blue cheeks, lifeless eyes, faint low moans, and the almost dying breath immediately hit him.

"Wow, this isn't just ordinary food poisoning. We need some serious medication."

Just kidding, girls aren't as tough as boys. The students in Hanaoka are indeed in good physical condition, at least better than those in Hanasakigawa. As long as they're not malnourished, they should be fine after taking some medicine and waiting for their guardians to take them to the doctor. The electrolyte solution is for students with more serious conditions who may suffer from dehydration and electrolyte loss.

For example, a student named Hikigaya left a fresh impression on Kashiwa Miki.

Having said that, I don't know why, except for the school doctor at Tsuki no Mori, the school doctors at the other two schools seem to be just for show, or they usually only have to deal with groups of students, pouring them a cup of hot water and letting them lie down for a while before sending them away. Now, when faced with a collective incident, they suddenly become incompetent.

More than an hour passed like this, and most of the students were picked up by their parents or had partially recovered, and were released after registration.

As the sun sets, soft light shines through the window onto Toyokawa Shoko's face. The painkillers take effect, giving her the strength to sit up and lean against the wall to rest while watching Kashiwa Sanki, who is also bathed in the setting sun, quietly writing a report.

The school doctor was sent to report the situation to the principal.

Some silence.

"Toyokawa...Shoko? Did I pronounce it right?" The pen froze, and Kashiwa Sanhui was the first to break the static atmosphere.

"Why do you say that?" asked Shoko Toyokawa.

"I'm from China. My real name is Ke Sanhui. Just call me Baihe Sanhui." Baihe Sanhui smiled and closed the wide-open window a little. The wind was picking up. "I'm not very fluent in Japanese."

"If nothing unexpected happens, I will be your emergency doctor from now on, meaning a doctor who specializes in dealing with incidents like today."

"Yeah." Xiangzi responded softly, with his head lowered, his blue bangs covering his tortoise-shell-like, shiny eyes. It was unknown what he was thinking.

"How much of that did you eat?"

"......two."

"...Yesterday it was four."

Of course, it was a batch of expired red bean bread of unknown origin, priced at 80 yen each, displayed openly on the shelves of the school canteen.

Xiangzi calculated carefully that if he used two loaves of bread instead of lunch, he could save 300 yen a day, which is more than 10,000 yen a month. In two or three months, he could buy a fan for his family.

The day before yesterday at 3:40 p.m., 20 minutes before school was over, Xiangzi sneaked out on the pretext of going to the bathroom, went to the canteen and bought 40 red bean buns in one go, put them in six folded opaque plastic bags that he put in his skirt pocket, and put them in the compartment of the utility room, where the door was never locked.

Xiangzi knew that there were people who would play guitar there after school, but it was nominally a public area, so no one could say anything if she left something there.

But as it stands now, Sister Xiang who saves rice has become Sister Xiang who burns rice.

Medical consumption in Japan cannot be said to be cheap and good value for money; it can only be said to be taking advantage of the situation.

"Oh..." Kashiwa Sanhui pinched his eyebrows.

Although he had traveled through time, he had heard that Xiangzi was a young lady whose family had fallen on hard times.

But I never expected to become so poor.