My Yellow Hair App / Pure Love Warrior's Yellow Hair System

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"Are you a child?" Hashimoto Arina blushed and reached out to pull the blanket over the two of them.

Shirakawa Natsu kept her promise that night.

It has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that the combat power is only two and a half minutes.

Before sunrise, Hashimoto Arina quietly got out of bed and left the ward.

After getting up, Shirakawa Natsu started making his bed. He didn't have many things; he usually wore a hospital gown.

After changing into casual clothes, and with his healthy heart, he looked much more energetic and cheerful. Although he was still a little weak, he no longer looked like he would die at any moment.

When Miyuki arrived at the ward with his suitcase, he had already packed everything up and neatly stacked it together.

"Thank you." Shirakawa Natsumi opened her suitcase and put the packed items inside one by one. "I must have saved the world in my past life to be able to become your childhood friend."

"How pretentious." Miyuki pouted. "You've already rented an apartment, aren't you planning to go back home?"

Shirakawa Natsu paused in her packing, then shook her head: "Never mind, I'm used to living alone."

His parents are both alive and well, and they have been very good to him. During his hospitalization, they worked outside to cover his medical expenses.

Shirakawa Natsumi's decision to draw manga is also partly motivated by a desire to repay the parents of this body.

After receiving the royalties, he immediately took out a portion of it and transferred it to them.

But since they aren't his real parents, there will always be a distance between them. He's not mentally prepared to go back and live together.

Everything was packed up, mainly some sketches for drawing; even the last suitcase wasn't full.

As I left the ward, I looked back at the hospital bed where I had been lying for almost a year.

Unexpectedly, I ended up walking out of the ward instead of being carried away.

The moment I stepped out of the hospital room, I felt as if I had been transported to another world.

Accompanied by Miyuki, after completing the discharge procedures, the attending physician, Arina Hashimoto, was required to sign.

Shirakawa Natsumi expected to have to do some more persuasion, but Hashimoto Arina sat in her office with a businesslike demeanor and directly signed off on the project.

Other procedures are even simpler. From the hospital's perspective, many people choose to give up treatment after learning that they are doomed to die.

They also didn't want the patient to die in the hospital, so they were exceptionally efficient in processing Shirakawa Natsu's discharge. In just one morning, he stood at the hospital gate with his suitcase, saying goodbye to the place he had stayed for a year.

Hashimoto Arina stood in the corridor, her gaze following Shirakawa Natsu's figure until it disappeared. Then she took out her phone from her pocket and found the number of a senior from her medical school days in her contacts. She had worked in psychiatry after graduation, and the two had little contact.

After the call connected, a clear female voice came from the other end: "Youcai, I can't believe I was able to answer your call."

"Senior, I'd like to ask you some questions about psychiatry." Hashimoto Arina tried to make her voice sound relaxed, and described Shirakawa Natsu's situation after omitting her personal information.

“This is a common situation.” The voice on the other end of the phone did not show surprise: “Not everyone can face death calmly, and it is not uncommon for people to develop mental problems due to fear.”

"Can it be treated?" Hashimoto Arina asked hurriedly.

“Treatment of mental illness requires finding the factors that trigger the illness. According to your description, the patient is afraid of death and chooses to escape, which is difficult to treat, and... from a practical point of view, there is no need for treatment.”

"Okay, I understand." Hashimoto Arina looked dejected, but didn't seem too surprised.

"However, I suggest you hand the patient over to a professional mental hospital. After the patient experiences cognitive and sensory deviations, as physical pain intensifies, their mental state gradually collapses, eventually causing harm to those around them. They are considered particularly dangerous patients."

"Thank you, senior." Hashimoto Arina chatted with her for a while longer before hanging up.

Hashimoto Arina stood in the corridor, letting the breeze caress her face; she thought she was going to cry.

Because she didn't consider herself a strong person, but this time she felt a peace she had never experienced before.

Fate is not fair; even in its final moments, it did not spare this young man.

She couldn't send her lover off romantically like in the movies.

Because mental health issues will gradually turn him into a different person, and the beautiful memories he shared with Shirakawa Natsu will gradually be replaced by pain and unbearable suffering.

Hashimoto Arina knew that the most sensible thing to do at this time was to inform Shirakawa Natsu's parents about his mental health issues.

Then, using his guardianship authority, he was sent to a mental hospital to spend the final stage of his life.

The most beautiful aspect of the boy will forever remain in her heart.

And having him cared for by professionals is, rationally speaking, the best choice for him.

Hashimoto Arina stood in the hallway for a while, then turned around and went back to her office, where she lay on her desk and stroked the texture of the desk with her hand.

Her father also sat in this office chair, and in her memory, she watched him provide treatment advice to patients here.

Although she liked the visuals, she always believed that she would become a doctor like her father, saving lives and healing the wounded.

And she did indeed follow her father's last wish to apply to medical school and become a doctor.

Then he returned to his father's workplace and took over his mantle.

She loves her job and feels she will continue working until retirement, then pass it on to the next person who will succeed her.

Hashimoto Arina lay on her desk for a while longer before taking out the envelope she had prepared that morning from her drawer.

Dean Koizumi is a slightly overweight middle-aged man who wears black-rimmed glasses. He hasn't been in a good mood lately.

Two months ago, Dr. Uemura, a young and promising doctor in the gynecology department, had an affair with a married woman, which seriously damaged the hospital's reputation.

My daughter, Koizumi Nai, ran to someone else's office again, wanting to be someone else's dog.

He felt that he must have destroyed the world in his past life to have given birth to such a rebellious daughter.

The daughter later denied it, and the two had a big argument about it. The relationship between the father and daughter is still very strained.

The other day there were rumors that the hospital was haunted at night, and that a female doctor who was abandoned by a patient ten years ago jumped off a building, and so on, and they were all told in great detail.

I was sitting in my office today, still recovering from the stress, when my distant niece, Hashimoto Arina, the only person who could keep me from getting into trouble, came to my office.

Looking at the resignation letter on the table, Koizumi Nai thought they should hire some monks to chant sutras; the hospital was really having bad luck lately.

“I’m sorry, Dean Koizumi.” Hashimoto Arina stood in front of him, bowed with her hands on her stomach, and the engagement ring on her middle finger was particularly eye-catching: “I have been very grateful for your help all this time. I need to take care of my fiancé, so I’m sorry that I can no longer do my current job.”

Chapter 26 The Girl in Black Stockings

Dean Koizumi shook his head, his expression regretful: "Is it because of that boy named Shirakawa Natsu?"

Hashimoto Arina shuddered and looked at Dean Koizumi in surprise.

Director Koizumi sighed softly: "It seems you don't know that after Dr. Kamimura, a gynecologist, had an affair with a married woman, the hospital increased the number of surveillance cameras, especially in some hidden corners."

Hashimoto Arina's mouth opened slightly as she quickly recalled some ambiguous little gestures she had with Shirakawa Natsumi.

Fortunately, the two are usually quite restrained, and at most they just kiss.

Although it's unknown how much this elder saw, it already amounted to a public execution.

Of course, she didn't know that Dean Koizumi was completely unmoved. Compared to her own daughter's cries to be someone else's dog, Hashimoto Arina and Shirakawa Natsu were already innocently adorable.

"Don't be nervous, I don't mean to blame you two." Dean Koizumi waved his hand casually: "The feeling of liking someone has nothing to do with age difference or status difference. It's just something that can't be helped. It just feels like a cycle."

"Reincarnation?" Hashimoto Arina was taken aback and looked at the elder with a puzzled expression.

"Your mother died during childbirth due to complications." Director Koizumi's expression seemed to be lost in memories. "Actually, she was also your father's patient. She was frequently hospitalized due to her weak health, and that's how she and your father got together."

“My father never told me that.” Hashimoto Arina looked surprised. In her mind, her father had always been a conscientious and dedicated person who devoted himself to his work.

"Because he always felt guilty that, as a doctor, he had developed a romantic relationship with one of his patients." Director Koizumi looked out the window: "That's why he became exhausted and eventually ruined his health."

“You and your father are both people who are easily emotional. As a doctor, you are not qualified because doctors need to view death with the most rational mindset and make the most rational diagnosis for patients.”

He then turned to look at Hashimoto Arina: "I'm not a good elder. I should have talked to you when you got close to that boy, and maybe things wouldn't have come to this."

“I’m sorry, Uncle.” Hashimoto Arina shook her head. “I don’t think this feeling will stop, no matter how much opposition I face.”

After she finished speaking, a smile appeared on her lips: "Just as you said, I am not a qualified doctor and cannot make the most rational judgment."

As she spoke, Shirakawa Natsumi's smile appeared in her mind. She knew that at this moment, she should send him for a mental evaluation instead of resigning to stay by his side, even if it would be dangerous.

On the other side, Shirakawa Natsu followed Minoki to the parking lot and saw a bright green Jeep that stood out from the surrounding vehicles.

Shirakawa Natsu watched as she skillfully opened the car door and tossed her luggage onto the back seat: "This is the new car you bought with all your earnings. I thought you would buy a sports car or one of those cool motorcycles or something."

“I originally planned to buy a motorcycle.” Miyuki opened the car door and skillfully sat in the driver’s seat: “I saw this one when I was picking up my car and bought it.”

After she finished speaking, she stepped on the gas, the Jeep engine emitted a deep roar, and the off-road tires pressed against the ground as it "whooshed" out of the parking space.

Shirakawa Natsu instinctively reached out and grabbed the roof handle, which greatly reduced the feeling of weightlessness.

These off-road jeeps have a high chassis, providing a wide field of vision from the passenger seat and a stable ride, instantly giving you the enjoyment of riding in an off-road vehicle.

Miyuki pulled two envelopes from the storage box and handed them to Shirakawa Natsu: "These are admission invitations from the Paris Academy of Fine Arts."

"You can actually get your hands on this?" Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback. She opened the envelope, and inside lay a beautifully designed invitation.

“We’re a reliable agency. As long as you pay enough, your studies will only take two years to complete.” Mikoto said casually, gripping the steering wheel. “The rest of the money can be used to pay for your apartment rent and to make an appointment with a specialist at a Tokyo hospital.”

Shirakawa Natsu opened another envelope, inside which was a key and a signed contract.

"Thank you." He closed the two envelopes and carefully tucked them into his pocket.

"What are your plans next?" Miyuki suddenly asked. "Renting an apartment means you're not planning to stay in the hospital, are you?"

"I want to apply to a university," Shirakawa Natsu said, looking out the window. "But I haven't decided on anything yet."

Going to university was a conclusion he reached after careful consideration, but of course it wasn't for studying. With the Huangmao APP in hand, the next step was naturally to seduce more girls who already had boyfriends and husbands.

Girls like that are bound to be the most studious. It's common for college students to date one day and break up the next.

Miyuki didn't continue speaking and began to concentrate on driving, speeding and bouncing left and right within the speed limit. The scenery outside the window flashed by, but fortunately the jeep was relatively stable, and Shirakawa Natsu didn't feel uncomfortable.

The two stopped directly in front of the University of Tokyo Hospital. Shirakawa Natsu took out her ID and entered the hospital with Miyuki.

Unlike the small private hospital where he stayed, the feeling of being at the University of Tokyo Hospital was different from the moment he walked in.

A spacious lobby, busy staff, and a noisy crowd.

“I have an appointment.” Mikoto walked to the front desk and showed her receipt to the young woman in a nurse’s uniform.

After the two chatted for a few minutes, a young lady quickly came over and led the way for Shirakawa Natsu with a smile.

Miyuki had no intention of joining him; instead, she stood at the front desk and chatted familiarly with another mature nurse who was the most attractive.

Within minutes, he had the other person laughing.

"Tch, what a scumbag." Shirakawa Natsu shrugged and followed the nurse to get her various physical tests done.

He was already very familiar with these instruments, but the ones at Dongda Hospital looked relatively more high-end.

For him, there was no difference; it was all the same: he would lie down on the machine and let the doctors position him however they liked.

After completing several tests, Shirakawa Natsu stood in the corridor outside the testing department, holding a paper cup filled with water.

Real hospitals aren't like those in comics, where sexy female doctors will give you strange examinations.

After completing several tests, I also felt physically exhausted and needed to rest for a while.

Shirakawa Natsu leaned his elbow against the railing. The hospital had a circular structure similar to a shopping mall. Standing on the third floor, he could see patients entering and leaving various examination departments on the first and second floor corridors.

His gaze swept around, unlike the expressionless faces of the people in the outside world.

The expressions on everyone's faces in the hospital are all different; perhaps it is only when you are sick that you realize you are alive.

Shirakawa Natsu took out his phone, opened the Yellow Hair APP, and started the strategy for Hashimoto Arina. The screen was empty, as if telling him to hurry up and start a new strategy.

He wasn't in a hurry. The reason he chose Hashimoto Arina last time was because he had a good impression of her.

From the perspective of the target of the romance, Hashimoto Arina is not a good choice.

He plans to target girls with low standards next.

Of course, it can't be a high school girl you could pick up on the street. Those kinds of girls are experienced, have a high threshold, and their facial expressions are just to match your performance.

In order to survive, Shirakawa Natsu will carefully choose her next target.

He deleted all the photos from his phone to prevent accidentally importing strange photos into the app, which would cause it to crack.

After deleting the photos, he looked up and suddenly saw a familiar figure on the second floor. The figure had silver-white hair and stood out from the crowd, making it hard not to recognize him.

"Is this guy a key NPC for the quest? Why is he everywhere?"

Shirakawa Natsu moved back slightly, hiding herself behind the aisle, and then looked more closely.

It was discovered that Kimura Momo was not alone; a young girl was standing next to him.

The girl was in her early twenties, with her long, straight black hair tied into three small braids on the left side, her appearance a mix of youthful innocence and fashionable style.

At this age, when the innocence of high school is intertwined with the sensuality of adulthood, unlike the older sister image of Hashimoto Arina, she appears slender, with a pair of straight, beautiful legs wrapped in black stockings under her skirt, and her overall appearance is above 90 points.