Chapter 2: The Doctor Who Saved an Enemy

Night in Kyoto had grown deeper.

Clouds slowly covered the moon, and the quiet streets of the city became almost empty. The bright tourist areas were still lively, but farther away, the smaller streets were silent except for the sound of wind brushing past buildings.

Inside Aizawa Veterinary Clinic, warm yellow lights filled the small but clean room.

The clinic smelled faintly of disinfectant and fresh tea.

Haruki Aizawa stood beside a metal examination table.

In his arms was a small orange cat wrapped in a soft towel. The cat had a bandage around its tiny paw.

Haruki’s gentle fingers carefully adjusted the bandage while speaking softly.

“Good boy… you're very brave.”

The cat meowed quietly.

Haruki smiled.

His face was calm and beautiful. His dark hair slightly covered his soft eyes, and his white doctor’s coat made him look elegant and professional.

Across the room, another man leaned against the counter while drinking coffee.

This was Daichi Mori, Haruki’s best friend.

Daichi wore glasses and another white doctor coat. His posture was relaxed, but his eyes were sharp and intelligent.

He watched Haruki carefully bandage the cat.

“You spoil these cats too much,” Daichi said calmly.

Haruki laughed quietly.

“They’re patients.”

“They're spoiled patients.”

Haruki gently placed the cat inside a warm basket.

“It was injured in the street,” Haruki said. “Someone probably abandoned it.”

Daichi sighed.

“You're going to keep it, aren't you?”

Haruki looked at the cat for a moment.

Then he smiled softly.

“Maybe.”

Daichi shook his head.

“You already have three.”

“Four isn’t that many.”

Before Daichi could reply—

BANG!

A loud gunshot echoed from outside.

Both men froze.

Daichi’s expression immediately became serious.

“That sounded close.”

Another gunshot.

BANG!

Haruki frowned.

“Should we check?”

Daichi walked toward the window and carefully pulled the curtain slightly.

Outside, the street looked empty.

But far down the road…

Two black cars were parked strangely.

Then suddenly—

A man ran past the street corner.

He looked injured.

Blood stained his shirt.

Behind him, another car quickly turned the corner.

Daichi’s eyes narrowed.

“Gang trouble.”

Haruki looked worried.

“We should call the police.”

But before Daichi could answer—

The clinic door suddenly burst open.

The injured man stumbled inside.

He was tall.

Dressed in a black suit.

His breathing was heavy.

Blood ran down his side.

Haruki’s eyes widened slightly.

The man lifted his head.

Sharp cold eyes met Haruki’s gentle ones.

For a brief moment, the entire room became silent.

This man was Renjiro Kurogane.

Leader of the Kurogane Mafia.

But Haruki didn't know that.

He only saw an injured person.

Renjiro looked at Haruki carefully.

His vision was slightly blurry from blood loss, but he could clearly see the doctor standing in front of him.

Beautiful.

Calm.

Different.

Renjiro’s voice was low.

“Help me.”

Then his body collapsed forward.

Haruki immediately moved.

“Daichi! Help me!”

Both doctors caught Renjiro before he hit the floor.

Daichi frowned when he saw the wound.

“Gunshot.”

Haruki nodded.

“Bring him to the back room.”

They quickly carried Renjiro to the surgery room.

Inside the small surgery room, bright lights turned on.

Haruki carefully cut open the bloody part of Renjiro’s shirt.

Daichi crossed his arms.

“This guy is trouble.”

Haruki glanced at him.

“He’s a patient.”

Daichi sighed.

“Gunshot wounds usually come with dangerous friends.”

Haruki calmly cleaned the wound.

“Well he’s already here.”

Outside the clinic…

Two black cars slowly passed the street.

Men inside scanned the area.

But they didn't stop.

Inside the surgery room, Haruki carefully examined the wound.

“The bullet didn't go too deep.”

Daichi handed him surgical tools.

“You’re lucky tonight,” Daichi muttered while looking at the unconscious man.

Haruki focused completely.

His movements were precise and calm.

He removed the bullet slowly.

Blood stained the surgical cloth.

But Haruki didn't panic.

After years of medical training, he remained steady.

Finally—

The bullet came out.

Haruki exhaled slightly.

“All done.”

Daichi helped bandage the wound tightly.

After a while, Renjiro slowly opened his eyes.

His vision adjusted to the bright light.

The first thing he saw…

Was Haruki.

Standing beside the bed.

Looking down at him with calm eyes.

Renjiro stared silently.

His brain quickly processed the situation.

Small clinic.

Doctors.

Safe.

For now.

Haruki noticed Renjiro was awake.

“You shouldn’t move,” Haruki said gently.

“You lost a lot of blood.”

Renjiro studied him carefully.

The doctor didn't look scared.

Didn't look greedy.

Just calm.

Daichi stood beside the wall with crossed arms.

“You’re lucky my friend is nice,” Daichi said.

“Otherwise we would have thrown you outside.”

Renjiro ignored him.

His eyes remained on Haruki.

Then he slowly reached inside his coat.

Daichi immediately tensed.

But Renjiro only pulled out a black card.

A Kurogane Black Card.

Unlimited money.

He placed it on the table.

His voice was calm.

“Your payment.”

Haruki looked at the card.

Then he looked back at Renjiro.

And gently pushed the card back.

“I didn’t save you for money.”

Renjiro’s eyes narrowed slightly.

That answer was unexpected.

Everyone always accepted his money.

Everyone.

Haruki continued calmly.

“You can pay the normal medical bill later.”

Renjiro stared at him.

For the first time in many years…

Someone had refused his money.

Daichi noticed the strange silence.

He stepped forward.

“The bill will be about 30,000 yen.”

Renjiro ignored him.

His eyes still studied Haruki carefully.

Then he asked quietly.

“What’s your name?”

“Haruki Aizawa.”

Renjiro repeated it in his mind.

Haruki.

Strange.

The name stayed in his head.

Haruki noticed Renjiro trying to sit up.

“Don’t move.”

Renjiro ignored the warning and slowly stood.

Despite the injury, his posture remained powerful.

Daichi frowned.

“You’re going to reopen the wound.”

Renjiro adjusted his suit jacket calmly.

“I’ve had worse.”

Haruki sighed slightly.

“You should rest.”

Renjiro walked toward the door.

Before leaving, he stopped.

Then he looked back at Haruki.

Their eyes met again.

Renjiro spoke calmly.

“You saved my life.”

Haruki nodded.

“That’s my job.”

Renjiro studied his face one more time.

Then he left the clinic.

Outside, a black car quickly arrived.

Kazuki Takeda stepped out.

His cold eyes scanned Renjiro immediately.

“You disappeared for thirty minutes.”

Renjiro entered the car.

“I handled it.”

Kazuki noticed the fresh bandage.

“You went to a doctor?”

Renjiro looked out the window toward the clinic.

Inside, Haruki was gently feeding the injured cat again.

Renjiro spoke quietly.

“…Yes.”

Kazuki raised an eyebrow.

“Who?”

Renjiro didn’t answer.

Instead, he kept looking at the clinic window.

For some reason…

The image of that doctor refusing his money stayed in his mind.

Strange.

Very strange.

Renjiro leaned back in his seat.

But one thought repeated in his mind.

Haruki Aizawa.

Meanwhile inside the clinic—

Daichi watched Haruki cleaning surgical tools.

“You didn’t even ask who he was.”

Haruki shrugged slightly.

“He was injured.”

Daichi sighed.

“You're too kind.”

Haruki smiled softly.

“He’ll probably never come back anyway.”

Outside, the black car disappeared into the night.

Inside the car, Renjiro suddenly spoke.

“Kazuki.”

Kazuki glanced at him.

“What.”

Renjiro’s voice remained calm.

“Find information on someone.”

Kazuki smirked slightly.

“Who.”

Renjiro looked back once more toward the distant clinic.

Then he said quietly.

“Haruki Aizawa.”

Far away in the palace…

Something had already begun.

Something dangerous.

Something obsessive.

And neither of them knew it yet.

But fate had already connected their lives.

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