What the hell did he mean, "knowing many doctors"? That was practically the same as directly asking whether Miyuki Shirogane was sick. But when he thought of the absurd things he had just seen, Miyuki fell silent. Could it be that the recent pressure had fried his brain?
"President Shirogane, please believe me. I have extensive experience being treated, so..." Seeing the other party fall silent, Sogo Doma "kindly" advised, "I could tell the moment you spoke. You've got that flavor. You need treatment!"
"Experience being treated?" Miyuki's mouth twitched. He no longer even wanted to complain about what kind of "flavor" that was.
"Don't doubt me. I can casually name a few hospitals, and if I give them my name during treatment, I can get half off. Like Tokyo First Mental Health Center, Aoyama Aristocrats' Exclusive Mental Illness Prevention and Recovery Institute, and..."
"Wait, aren't all those psychiatric hospitals? You have extensive experience being treated?" Miyuki's mouth twitched again.
"..." Sogo stiffened for a moment, then continued promoting them without changing expression. "I was young and ignorant back then. I saw that the scenery inside was beautiful, the air was fresh, the doctors and nurses spoke pleasantly, and the patients all respected one another, so I went in for a short stay. Everyone at the hospital was wonderful. If I hadn't had so many things to deal with outside, I wouldn't even have wanted to leave...
"President Shirogane, if you ever go to Tokyo First Mental Health Center, say hello to Suzuki in Bed Five for me. And tell him that he's not actually a parrot—he's a rooster. Also, Xia Jiang in Bed Three...
"If you go to the Aoyama one, then..."
"Heh, hehehe..." Listening to Sogo's rambling, Miyuki laughed stiffly. For some reason, whenever he listened to this