Toyama Prefecture, hospital.
The corridor was permeated with the smell of disinfectant. Hatoyama Ryunosuke sat dazed on a public bench.
His head and fingers were wrapped in gauze. His wrinkled, misshapen suit was still soaked, and sporadic bloodstains clung to his chin.
With his bandaged hands, he picked up a meal box, used chopsticks to lift out the cold sushi, and slowly chewed it.
"Mr. Hatoyama?" a voice suddenly came from the distance.
Hatoyama Ryunosuke turned his head and saw a beautiful middle-aged woman. She was plainly dressed, with black mourning cloth wrapped around her arm. Her eyes were red, and sorrow lingered between her brows.
"May I ask who you are?" Hatoyama stood up, wincing in pain.
"So you really are Mr. Hatoyama." The middle-aged woman walked over and bowed slightly. "I'm Fuyuki Misa. My father was Koroga Kota."
"Ah! You're one of the first volunteers! I remember now! I met your father once in the ward when he signed the volunteer agreement. You were there too!" Hatoyama hurriedly bowed.
"Mr. Hatoyama, what happened to you...? Were you beaten up by some thugs?" Fuyuki Misa looked him over in shock.
"No. I drank too much and fell... I fell down." Hatoyama's expression darkened.
"You fell badly, didn't you?" Fuyuki Misa was slightly startled. She hesitated, apparently feeling it would be inappropriate to press further.
"May I ask something rather presumptuous..." Hatoyama glanced at the black mourning cloth on her arm. "Your father, Mr. Koroga?"
"He passed away the night before last." Fuyuki Misa lowered her eyes sorrowfully and bowed again. "Thank you so much to you and your colleagues for developing the Brain Cancer Drug. My father recovered his health for four months before he died. He traveled to so many places, so at least he left behind some