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Ten minutes later, Kihara River appeared at the infirmary door, hurriedly pulling on his white coat.

Like Chiaki Araide, being a school doctor was not his only job. He did not work regular hours at Teitan every day.

Today was one such occasion. Judging by his appearance, he must have received Ran Mouri's call and rushed over from the hospital.

Chiaki Araide, seated behind the desk, scrutinized the figure hurrying in. Only after Kihara River entered alongside Ran Mouri did he rise to his feet and, following the story they had agreed on beforehand, say apologetically, "You're finally here, Dr. Kihara River. There's an emergency with a patient at the clinic, so I have to head back. I'll leave Tang Ze in your care."

After saying that, he pulled open the closed curtain around the hospital bed, patted Tang Ze, who was sitting against the headboard, and said gently, "Tang Ze, are you going to be all right here?"

Through the gap in the curtain, the pale-faced Tang Ze glanced at Kihara River standing some distance away. He quickly looked away and nodded vaguely twice.

His hands were tightly clutching the blanket covering him. He was clearly far less calm inside than he appeared.

But compared to the turmoil in his own heart, delaying treatment for Chiaki Araide's patient because of his condition was something he did not want to see.

Tang Ze Zhao's psychological condition was a special case. His sense of self-identity was weak, perhaps even somewhat disordered. Asking him to trouble others or delay their work over personal matters was impossible.

So Tang Ze merely lowered his head, letting his hanging hair conceal his face.

His expression was hidden behind the curtain as it closed again. Looking reassured, Chiaki Araide returned to the desk, took off his