Chapter 436 – Passing Through the Medical Office
After passing the hospital rooms, I finally entered the space filled with doctors’ private offices.
The size of each room was quite substantial, with a somewhat abnormal spacing between them.
Portraits of doctors hung next to each door, along with nameplates that lit up when the doctor was present.
And there were those slightly stiff chairs set up for patients to sit while waiting.
However, there was one unexpected thing.
[There are quite a few patients.]
Wow, these nasty bastards.
There were more waiting patients than I had imagined.
This place was already hard to access even in the hospital.
If it hadn’t been like this, I would’ve hesitated to come here myself.
Yet, despite the dreadful conditions, a crowd of patients had gathered.
There were the doctors who set up the office not to meet patients and the patients who still came despite not looking too great.
Excluding myself, there wasn’t a sane person in sight.
Still, perhaps due to the effort it took for the patients to get here, at least the doctors and nurses didn’t turn them away.
Thanks to that, they were able to proceed with consultations.
“What seems to be the problem?”
“When I drink, my leg condition worsens.”
“Do you experience swelling, limping, or have spots appearing?”
Regarding the serious issues they had to reach this point.
“Open up.”
“Get out.”
Meanwhile, the nameplate with the doctor’s name also indicated their specialized field in small letters.
Based on this, patients waited according to their respective needs.
Among them, two places were especially crowded, regardless of age or gender.
“What brings you here?”
“Actually, I’m worried because my manhood is small.”
First up was urology.
“How small are we talking?”
“About this much… it’s really small, right?”
It was no wonder so many people flocked to this place.
“……Why are you getting an erection here?”
“Seeing the teacher, I couldn’t help it…”
“Oh my.”
Involving one’s pride and another extremely important part of oneself.
“Anyway, that’s actually quite big. Have some confidence.”
“Is that so… but I feel like I’d get teased at the bathhouse.”
An individual’s sense of pride was involved here to some extent.
“If you follow my advice, they’ll be surprised, not tease you.”
“Really? How can I do that?”
So, it was natural to respond more sensitively about this area than others.
“Try getting an erection behind someone picking up soap.”
“Ah-ha! Thank you for the advice! I’ll go try it right now!”
The next crowded place was dermatology.
In dermatology, the preference for the supporting doctors was higher than in other departments.
Thus, the number of doctors working here was also more than in other fields, yet despite that, people packed in, making it bustling.
“What seems to be the issue that you’re bundled up like this?”
“Well, you see…”
“It’s okay. Go ahead and tell me.”
It was none other than their desire for beauty.
“I have really severe hair loss.”
“How bad is it? Can you at least take off your hat or show me a picture?”
“I’ll show you a photo I took yesterday.”
Though the inside is important, the outside is also significant.
When you dive into details, this concerns a variety of areas.
Skin, nails, lips, eyes, and hair, etc.
“……Isn’t that just a testicle covered in hair?”
“Do doctor stuff, it can’t be that smooth without wrinkles, can it?”
Historically, there has always been a trend of pursuing beauty.
“So, are you saying this could pass for your hair? If you’re going to joke, just get out.”
“It’s my hair, you dog.”
In a way, it was inevitable for people to gather.
Of course, even outside the crowded areas, there were still people with issues to handle.
A prime example is the psychiatry department.
Though it has a somewhat negative image conventionally, it’s an important field for dealing with mental illness.
“My boyfriend suddenly became affectionate and is getting too touchy, and it’s bothering me.”
“It’s a good thing, isn’t it? You’re in a relationship.”
Recently, more people had been visiting due to issues of gender identity.
“Since I transformed from a girl to a BL.”
“……So you’re gay…”
There were also those who came for various addiction treatments.
“Enjoying alcohol is fine, but keep in mind. Drinking too much can lead to alcohol dementia.”
“That sounds scary. What symptoms will I experience?”
“Um……”
In simple terms, they had come for addiction treatment.
Mainly for drug, smoking, gambling, and alcohol addictions.
“……What was it again…?”
Of course, there are cases where individuals can overcome these issues through personal effort and determination.
Using the word ‘occasionally’ indicates that it’s neither common nor easy.
Not everyone can possess superhuman mental strength.
“By the way, what are we doing again?”
“I can’t remember well.”
Even having that determination doesn’t guarantee that everything is possible.
If that strong and durable mentality gets nicked by the myriad blades of temptation,
Ultimately, everything can collapse.
“Plus, why are there so many empty bottles here?”
“Strange… who drank all this…?”
Therefore, receiving professional help in such cases is one of the good solutions.
“Let’s drink first and think.”
“Sounds good.”
“Cheers!”
Since they can focus on areas that can’t be solved by personal effort,
And since this place is a large hospital attached to a university.
There were not just doctors and nurses, but also another presence.
They were graduate students conducting research at the university.
“Your thesis topic is about multiple personality disorders, right?”
“Yes, that’s correct.”
So these students entered the doctor’s personal office for in-depth discussions with their supervising professor.
“The traits of each personality differ.”
“……What are other characteristics besides that?”
Of course, the outcomes of these discussions aren’t always satisfactory.
“Cool-dere’s emotionless sex is the best.”
“Get out, you bastard.”
Well, this is only natural.
After all, getting a degree isn’t given free of charge.
Discussions that are essential in that process don’t always go smoothly either.
Meanwhile, some showcased their research results.
“Professor! I finally did it!”
“Oh, really? Assistant?”
“Yes, I brought it in this cup!”
“Can you explain what this is?”
Of course, not all of those results were valid.
Occasionally, there are things that were unexpectedly useful, but most were common, trivial, and left you wondering what it was.
“It’s a potion with 3000 times the effect!”
But even if you’ve produced something close to failure, it doesn’t always mean it’s bad.
It’s even less likely that it should be scorned and ridiculed.
“……Weren’t we researching infertility treatments?”
“But this could alleviate anhedonia!”
Achievement initially comes from stacking up small results.
“Be careful! Isn’t it about to spill?!”
“Ack!!!”
So, failure is merely part of the process.
– Sip.
“Thank goodness, I almost spilled it.”
Though it may feel like your heart is crushed every time you go through those failures,
And you’d want to give up on the spot and never want to experience that again.
Still, this brutal failure is precious too.
“……Assistant… did you just drink that…?”
“Ah.”
Through that, we can reach magnificent success.
“Uuugh!!”
“Whoa. The assistant is spraying the assistant.”
Ultimately, we can step one step closer to becoming a better existence.
Anyway, this place is filled with doctors’ consultation rooms now.
Yet I found myself in front of the room located in the very corner.
Honestly, the process to get here wasn’t smooth and took quite some time.
Though the director’s explanation played a part, the route was far more complicated than I thought.
Most of all, when I first got lost and asked a nurse for directions.
What she told me was detrimental.
‘That bitch guided me to the psychiatry department at first.’
[Didn’t people even pass the queue when they saw you from the beginning?]
Regardless, the place I’ve finally reached was honestly hard to consider a personal consultation room.
Compared to other offices, it looked quite large.
There were no portraits of the director or nameplates, making it appear just like a plain storage room.
As if it didn’t want to show that this place was a private consulting room.
But this time, I was sure I had found the right place.
Thinking that, I swung the door wide open.
And soon, the inside of the room started to come into view.
I had expected it, but the space was much larger than I imagined.
Luxurious decorations that seemed a little out of place for a hospital filled the area.
And there was the director, looking at me as if they had been waiting.
“Welcome. To my medical office.”
I had finally arrived properly at the director’s private medical office.
