In the anime love simulation, the scam of 10 billion

She had to find something to eat, so she got out of bed while covering her head. Suddenly, everything went dark in front of her eyes and she lost consciousness for a few seconds.

Nagasaki Suyo bit her lip lightly. She felt good after drinking, but afterward she was at the crematorium. She remembered that she had only drunk one or two glasses. How could she have been knocked out?

Her memory slowly came back, and she remembered Xiangzi's outrageous actions. She started to panic, thinking that Nagasaki Yushin would not leave her.

She pulled her baggy pajamas and walked out. She saw a familiar figure busy in the kitchen. She felt relieved. Fortunately, the other party did not give up and run away from home again.

The aroma of tamagoyaki relieved Nagasaki Suyo's hunger a lot. She came to Nagasaki Yushin, who was concentrating on making breakfast and did not notice her arrival.

His well-defined face revealed an ascetic coldness, which created an indescribable contrast when paired with the apron with a strawberry pattern. It was surprising that the word "virtuous" could be used to describe a man.

Nagasaki Suyo was unknowingly fascinated by the show and had the urge to imprison him in her own home forever and make him a househusband for the rest of his life.

Her husband should be a good family man who can cook, work in the living room and sleep in a big bed, not like that man who abandoned his family and daughter. She wanted to cut that man into pieces and sink him into the warm Tokyo Bay.

"How long will it take?" she said suddenly.

Nagasaki Yushin turned his head and glanced at her, his expression normal as he gave a precise number: "Two more minutes."

"Is the air conditioner turned off?" He asked, still retaining the virtue of frugality.

She nodded quickly like a groundhog. "Turn it off, turn it off! If you don't turn it off soon, I'll freeze to death."

Nagasaki Suyo is acting as a strict supervisor, Nagasaki Yushin is diligently making breakfast for the family, and there is an elegant lady Nagasaki reading today's newspaper at the dining table.

There was no tamagoyaki for breakfast; it had already been devoured by Nagasaki Suyo, who was almost fainting from hunger, before it was served.

She kept muttering the classic long and difficult spell in Nagasaki Yushin's ear, "Please, I will do anything as long as you can give me this tamagoyaki." Seeing that her face was as pale as Sadako, he couldn't persuade her and gave it to her if she wanted.

After swallowing a bowl of tamagoyaki, Nagasaki Suyo felt the heroic spirit of "my destiny is in my own hands", and her complexion finally returned to normal from her Sadako state.

She stroked her flat belly and murmured, "I'm alive again."

"Is it that exaggerated?" Nagasaki Yushin found her look a little funny.

Ms. Nagasaki said nothing, but just kept picking up the food. She felt a little awkward. The interaction between the two made her feel redundant, like a glowing light bulb, weird.

"Oh, by the way, I have something to announce. I will be assigned to another hospital for a period of time." Nagasaki Yushin said it when he saw that the time was right.

The two women paused with their chopsticks, and Nagasaki Suyo was the first to ask, "How long?"

"About half a month to a month."

"That's fine. How are you going to plan your annual leave? Your wedding with Xiaomu is coming up soon, right?"

"Ten days of annual leave is enough."

Nagasaki Suyo frowned. She was not very reassured about his overseas assignment. Recent news reports said that this flu was different from previous ones. It was fast-contagious, highly harmful, and prone to complications. People with poor physical fitness had a chance to rejuvenate and return to their baby form.

"Why don't you just not go? Our family doesn't need that little money. Just stay home with me."

Nagasaki Suyo knew that he would not agree, but she still tried to persuade him. The uneasy feeling in her heart became stronger and stronger, as if something was blocking her chest, making her feel suffocated.

"Don't be ridiculous. I didn't become a nurse for the money. If I really wanted money, I would become a doctor."

Nagasaki Yushin decisively refused. His original intention of becoming a nurse was to get along well with colleagues so that they could take care of each other, and the burden was not as heavy as that of a doctor.

Seeing that he was determined, the two of them didn't want to try to persuade him anymore. They had finally gotten together to have a family breakfast, and no one wanted to quarrel and ruin this warm morning.

A month later, Nagasaki Suyo's premonition came true and shocking news came from the hospital.

150. You look so listless, can you please smile?

Mu's workload at her job is not too bad. There are not so many people with heart problems in Japan. In her spare time, she will help other colleagues share the work.

The most exciting and anticipated thing for her in the day is the video call between her and Nagasaki Yushin. It is her only way to recharge.

At first, he could find a quiet and secluded restroom and arrange a time to video chat with her. Later, the work intensity obviously increased, and the video was interrupted several times, and even reduced to voice calls.

When she first met Nagasaki Yushin, he looked in good spirits and was as energetic as ever, like a reef in the flu wave, never seeming to feel tired.

Slowly, his face became paler and paler. Mu thought it was a problem with the light and didn't think much about it. He also didn't notice that his breathing rate was becoming increasingly abnormal.

Every time when Nagasaki Yushin saw her looking bitter and resentful during the break, he would tell her to smile and not be so tense.

"You look so listless, can you smile a little?"

Mu was unfamiliar with smiling. She was not good at showing a smile that would satisfy everyone. Mortis was better at this. Nagasaki Yushin saw her embarrassment and asked her to put her fingers on the corners of her mouth on both sides and slowly prop it up.

A sweet smile spread to her boyfriend's face and he laughed. At that moment, she understood where the saying "smile is a virus" came from.

"Don't bite, don't bite, the blood oxygen saturation is rising."

"Just let go of it, please. If you tear it off, you won't be able to breathe."

"You don't want to live anymore. Why don't you want to live? You're being treated well!"

This is a miniature microphone that Nagasaki Yuxin hangs on his chest. He is so busy that he has no time to chat with her. He can only share his daily sounds with her by hanging up the voice chat while doing his work.

Tens of thousands of miles apart, they both supported each other in this silent battle, drew strength from each other's voices, and believed in each other as little gods in their hearts.

The peak of the flu will eventually subside, leaving only a few scattered patients who need treatment in various hospitals. On that night when the dawn was about to break, the two of them discussed their bright and happy future life.

Nagasaki Yushin always showed concern first and asked her, "How long have you been on duty?"

"Eighteen hours." Mu glanced at the clock hanging high in the office and reported an astonishing number.

"It'll be over tomorrow."

"Well, has your annual leave application been approved?"

"It took a day to review and was approved this afternoon."

"Come back by plane. Don't save that little money. I'll pay for the upgrade."

"Don't worry, this is precious annual leave. No matter how ignorant I am, I will not neglect Miss Annual Leave and Miss Wedding, which is once in a lifetime."

The stagnant lake of her heart finally welcomed the spring breeze, and tiny ripples appeared on the surface of the lake.

Suddenly, there was a heavy thud from the phone. Her nerves had been numb for a long time and she did not react at first. She was still smiling at the phone screen. It was not until the patient shouted her fiancé's name loudly, accompanied by the sound of chaotic and rapid footsteps, that she realized that the statue in her heart had collapsed.

"Yuxin! What happened over there? Is anyone there? Hello, is there anyone there?"

She was like a helpless trapped beast, yelling at the screen. On her lover's side, no one noticed the phone flying in the corner. The high-pitched female voices from the speakers only disturbed a few bugs in the dark.

During the time when she was disconnected from Youxin by voice, she tried every possible means and connection to contact the hospital where Youxin Nagasaki was assigned.

The response was, "The specific cause is still under investigation. We'll contact Ms. Mu once the test results are in. Does Mr. Nagasaki have any other family members? If possible, it would be helpful if the patient's family members could come to the hospital."

She casually threw her white coat on the chair, typed a few leave messages to the department director, and rushed out without caring whether the other party replied or not.

On the way, we met the dean and a group of respected leaders. The dean was still chatting with the leaders about the follow-up topics of the great victory in the flu battle. How to divide the credit and how to do the publicity were not simple issues and needed to be discussed with other people.

He caught a glimpse of the fussy girl out of the corner of his eye. The familiar face made him recognize her identity at once. Wasn't this Dr. Mu, his hospital's capable assistant? Where was she going?

"That's Dr. Mu, the one we can use for publicity. She's dedicated to her duties, working longer hours than required, and she's worked hard. I'll call her over so you can get to know her."

"Doctor Mu! Doctor Mu!" He shouted a few times at the top of his lungs, but received no response.

The respected medical experts and leaders nearby looked at each other in bewilderment. Was the prestige of the director of the University of Tokyo Hospital so low? Any doctor could turn a deaf ear to his words.

Mu was not blind, she saw the dean and a group of middle-aged men with big bellies and leadership styles, and she was not deaf, she heard the dean calling her over.

But everything has to be put behind Youxin. She has figured it out long ago that lofty ideals and beliefs are nothing compared to her lover. Compared to Dr. Mu who cares about the world, she would rather be Mrs. Mu who enjoys the nourishment of love.

She rushed out of the hospital, and her and Youxin's beloved car was bathed in the afterglow of the evening, as if it was covered with a layer of golden gauze.

Mu doesn't like dusk. Dusk means the sun sets and night falls. The working days of the goddess of night are a time of revelry and feasting for Tokyo residents, but in the hospital it means the emergency room is overcrowded and ambulances are speeding. That is the peak period of patient influx and the final sprint before countless medical staff rest.

Every late night, apart from tiredness, hunger, the stuffiness in the protective suit, and itchy skin, she didn't know what else she had left. Marriage was the carrot hanging in front of her head. Without that carrot, she would have fallen to the ground exhausted.

When Nagasaki Yushin heard her statement, he gave her another perspective and told her not to worry, the sun would rise as usual, the long night would always usher in the dawn, and they would walk into the pure white palace of marriage under the praises and admiration of the world.

She was frightened and anxious, but his words comforted her and she believed him. However, Nagasaki Yushin lied to her. The sun set and never rose again.

Mu sat in the main driver's seat, and LCD screens of different sizes all woke up, loyally showing the hostess various parameters, and the cold light illuminated her expressionless face.

There's a little-known fact that Yushin Nagasaki doesn't know: she's actually a very good driver.

When I was taking the driving test, the instructor praised me for being a natural driver and said it would be perfect if I could slow down a bit.

The coach didn't dare leave the passenger seat when she was practicing driving. He said that if he got out of the passenger seat and was hit and killed, it would be the coach's own fault and he wouldn't get a penny of compensation. If he hit another student, he would have to pay for it for the rest of his life.

She doesn't like driving. Sitting in the driver's seat is not as convenient as sitting in the passenger seat. It is not easy to move her legs to where Nagasaki Yuxin can reach them. This is a fun game between couples. After all, the genuine leather that car manufacturers praise to the sky is not as comfortable to touch as her tender thighs.

The whole car was shaking slightly, the engine was releasing unprecedented power, the evening light was cascading in front of the car window glass, Mu stepped on the accelerator lightly, and the car was like a sharp knife, piercing through the crowded garage and merging into the traffic flow.

Countless horns honked, but were left far behind by her taillights. The traffic police looked at the small black dot that was shrinking rapidly in his field of vision, and exclaimed that the long-silent death racing gang was here to cause trouble for him again.

Hurry up, we must catch up!

Her heart was pounding, and she wished she could teleport to her lover to take care of him. She didn't want to repeat the previous tragedy. Death from exhaustion was something she would wait until at least ten years after she retired!

The exhilaration brought by the extreme speed could slightly reduce her inner boredom, and at the same time reduced her time for thinking. It didn't take long before she arrived at the door of Nagasaki's house.

You briefly explained the situation to the Nagasaki family. Ms. Nagasaki was shaky and on the verge of collapse. Nagasaki Suyo managed to maintain her composure and approached you to ask for information about your adopted son.

You said the specific situation is still unclear, and it would be best if the family members could go to the hospital to get firsthand information about Nagasaki Yushin.

You maintain your usual composure and instruct them to pack their belongings for the trip. You've already booked a flight and need to be at the airport early tomorrow morning to catch the flight to Nagasaki Yushin's area.

Before daybreak, the three of you rushed to the airport. Your flight was delayed for an hour. Nagasaki Motoyo complained furiously about the airport, regretting not chartering a private jet. She had never anticipated this situation.

"Maybe it's just a minor cold or something. By the time we get over it, he'll probably be well again."

You have been comforting them, even though you are more anxious than anyone else, but you know that being too impatient will only make things worse.

[Midway through, your department head asked you to work your last shift before your annual leave and didn't approve your request for temporary leave. Once a loophole is opened in the rules, it will only get bigger.]

You understand, but you're not prepared to accept. With a flick of your hand, you accidentally block the department director. There's no one left to stop you from meeting your lover.

The sky was gray, just like the bad mood of the three of them at the moment.

The doctor said he was undergoing examination and asked them to be patient and wait.

His words made the three of them turn pale. Not seeing Nagasaki Yushin was definitely a very bad sign. If it was a minor illness that could be cured by taking some medicine or a few injections, the examination would not take so long.

Mu covered her forehead with her hands, self-blame pouring out from the dry well in her heart. Why did she insist on following an illusion to realize her ridiculous ideal? Wouldn't it be better to finish college honestly, get married to him and become Mrs. Mu?

It was Nagasaki Yushin who helped her through the difficult period of her schooling, it was Nagasaki Yushin who pointed out the direction for her, and it was also him who adjusted the relationship between the two families. Apart from giving her body and mind to him, she did not receive any return.

She is a negligent lover. It is she who needs Nagasaki Yushin, not Nagasaki Yushin who needs her.

A familiar scene, the old nightmare returns. She is no longer the incompetent daughter who can never catch up with her lover, but a lover who has made achievements in medicine. The difference in her identity means she has the opportunity to prevent the tragedy from happening again.

She couldn't lose her composure. Perhaps studying medicine was the perfect arrangement. Fate had given her a chance to save Nagasaki Yushin. It depended on whether she could seize it.

Just wait and see the results.

Nagasaki Suyo sat on a chair, closed her eyes, clasped her hands together, and prayed that her adopted son would return in good health.

She had no choice. Ever since her parents got divorced, she understood that there were many things in the world that even the magic of money could not change, such as love between men and women, birth, old age, sickness and death, and secular public opinion.

I told you a long time ago that Youxin should just stay at home and take care of them, mother and daughter. Why did he have to be a poorly paid nurse? How could he be so stubborn and not figure it out?

Oh, is it because he is used to being rebellious? Isn't it better to listen to his mother? Will she hurt him?

It was all because she had too many ulterior motives and was too selfish in the past, which led to Nagasaki Yushin not trusting her very much and not listening to her advice.

It's also my own fault. I could have been a qualified mother in the past. I could have gotten along well with Youxin and raised him to be a mama's boy who couldn't live without me, instead of becoming a willful mother who couldn't live without him.

Just to get more of his love, she made many requests that were more willful than those of a child, which caused her dignity in his eyes to be repeatedly damaged.

She is so indecisive, and she knows exactly what she is thinking.

Otherwise, he could ignore the eyes of the world, start the Genji Plan, raise a child, and then buy a small island. He could throw away all the laws, public opinion, and strange looks from the world, treat Nagasaki Yushin as a breeding tool, and vigorously expand the Nagasaki family into a century-old family.

Otherwise, just concentrate on being a good mother, don't think about those trivial things, witness him grow from a stumbling child chasing a kite to a good family man with a career and a family, and rehearse as a model mother in advance.

This simulation is a mess. I didn't succeed in being a good mother, and none of my weird ideas worked. I can only manage to maintain my daily life by doing some marginal things. I also have to wait and see whether Xiaomu can get the handsome boy. It looks like it might end badly.

I shouldn't have slandered Master Sushi, the human-machine player with both numerical values ​​and mechanical qualities. I optimized my strategy, reviewed my operations, changed my opponents and teammates, but I still played so badly. It suddenly dawned on me that I was the traitor!

[It's just me and the host left, maybe I'm the traitor? ]

Nagasaki Suyo glanced at the interface coldly. The humor in it did not make her laugh. She just felt that the system was a huge idiot who could not read the atmosphere.

Ms. Nagasaki leaned against the wall. She was certainly worried, but the huge wealth her daughter had worked so hard to earn alleviated her anxiety. Even if she got seriously ill, the cost of treatment would be a huge pit, and the worst case scenario would only be a patchwork.

A male doctor holding a small notebook walked up to the three of them and asked, "Who are the relatives of Nagasaki Yushin? The results are out."

151. I don’t dare to talk about tomorrow’s events today (5k)

There were bright photos of employees hanging in the hospital corridor. Mu frowned slightly. The conspicuous light signs around revealed a message: they were walking towards the internal medicine department.