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Chapter 140 The Death Captain Running Around in Life
Chapter 140 The Death Captain Running Around in Life
During the endless rainy season in Karakura Town.
Isshin Shiba, or rather, the current "Isshin Kurosaki," has officially bid farewell to his past as the captain of the Shinigami.
To conceal his identity, he changed his surname to Kurosaki Masaki to avoid potential trouble.
He is no longer the imposing captain of the 10th Division, clad in a haori, but a man wearing an outdated shirt...
Dr. Kurosaki, who is trying to establish himself in the real world.
The Shinigami Academy of Spiritual Arts taught that the Grim Reaper is the key to maintaining the balance of the soul.
But Yi Xin never imagined that one day he would use the medical knowledge he learned at the Spiritual Arts Academy, originally intended for spirits, to study how to treat injuries and illnesses of humans in the mortal world.
"Oh dear, Mr. Kurosaki, the way you hold the scalpel makes me feel like you're about to call out Shan Yue's name any second now."
"The human body in this world is as fragile as a freshly baked pancake. If you were to use that deadly method of stopping bleeding to suture an appendectomy, the health department would probably arrest you as a heretic the next day."
Kisuke Urahara waved his fan, admiring the graceful figure of the weather forecaster while observing Isshin, who was diligently studying modern medicine.
Yixin rubbed his throbbing temples, tossed the "Current World Clinical Medicine Crash Course" in his hand onto the table, and let out a long sigh.
"Shut up, Urahara. I'm just an unemployed young man struggling to make ends meet."
"Oh my... at your age, you're already considered an old man among humans in the modern world."
Before Isshin could react, Urahara quickly pointed to a hand-drawn map beside him: "I've already found a location for the clinic for you, a quiet street on the western outskirts of Karakura Town."
"It's a two-story building. The first floor can be converted into a clinic and pharmacy, and the second floor can be used for living. However..."
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"But what?" Isshin looked up.
"It's just that the homeowner in that area is a picky old man, and your current bank account balance... hehe." Urahara let out his signature sly laugh.
Yixin remained silent; this was indeed the most pressing issue.
In today's society, you can't get anywhere without money.
As an unregistered person, it was impossible for him to get a bank loan.
Urahara tapped his palm with his folding fan, continuing to bombard his mind: "Besides, to open a clinic here, a medical background alone isn't enough. The health department in this world doesn't recognize any ghost paths or heretics; you'll need a business license."
When the business license was mentioned, Yixin's face fell even more.
This was even more of a headache for him than dealing with the Hollow.
Under Urahara's guidance, he'd been spinning like a top for almost half a month: from health checks and qualification exams to those thick stacks of certificates, it still wasn't completely finished...
On the other hand, Masaki's situation is equally dire.
Masaki Kurosaki sat in the bedroom where she had lived for more than ten years, with several packed suitcases in front of her.
"Due to the bloodline contamination caused by that Hollowfication incident," the matriarch of the Ishida family displayed an almost ruthless decisiveness.
As a pure-blooded descendant of the Kurosaki family, she was originally adopted so that she could form a pure-blooded Quincy family with Ishida Ryūgen.
Now, Shin's bloodline has been corrupted by the illusory, and he is no longer of any value to the Ishida family.
As her high school graduation ceremony approaches, Masaki receives an ultimatum that she must move out of the Ishida family home.
That evening, Masaki walked down the streets of Karakura Town, holding a rental newspaper in her hand.
She needs to find a place with lower rent so she can at least make ends meet until she goes to university.
However, for a banished Quincy girl with only the meager pocket money she had saved up, finding a place to stay in a bustling city was no easy task.
After going around in circles, she could only temporarily stay at Urahara Store, running between various cheap agencies with another unlucky guy.
As she and Yixin wandered through those narrow and dark real estate agencies, they were unaware that in the shadows at the end of the street, a young man in a smart suit was silently watching everything.
Ryūgen Ishida.
"Young Master, is this really alright?" Katagiri Yoru asked in a low voice behind him, "What if the head of the family finds out you've misappropriated the Ishida family's funds..."
"This isn't misappropriation, Ye Hui." Long Xian interrupted her, turned around, and stopped looking at the two busy figures.
"I was just negotiating a deal with that shrewd businessman Kisuke Urahara. Quincy need to gather more information about Hollowfication and Shinigami Gigai, just in case."
Two days later, inside Urahara's store.
Kisuke Urahara handed Isshin Kurosaki a heavy check and a signed property transfer agreement.
"Oh, Mr. Kurosaki, it seems you're in luck. A very generous person who wishes to remain anonymous has recognized your potential in medical research and has prepaid a large consultation fee."
Urahara lowered his voice, his tone slightly teasing: "This money is not only enough to buy that small building, but also enough to cover all the 'greasing fees' for you to get all your medical licenses, and more than enough to buy Ms. Masaki a comfortable little apartment."
He stared blankly at the number on the check.
That amount was definitely not ordinary donation.
"Is it Ryuken?" Isshin suddenly asked, his tone unusually calm.
"Oh my, Mr. Kurosaki has become smarter."
"That brooding kid..." Yixin's lips twitched, but her heart felt a little hot.
He knew, of course, that the money wasn't for him, but rather, through his hands, to elevate Kurosaki Masaki.
Isshin immediately wanted to rush to the Ishida family to express his gratitude, but Urahara blocked him with his folding fan: "If you go to him, you'll be wasting the dignity he's worked so hard to maintain for you."
"The Quincy Master doesn't need your thanks. What he needs is for you to take better care of that girl who originally belonged to the Ishida family in this world than she did in that cold mansion."
Yixin stopped in her tracks.
He clenched his fists and took a deep breath.
In the days that followed, Yixin completely transformed into a workaholic.
During the day, he shuttled between various government agencies in the modern world, carrying the return certificate and academic credentials that Urahara had prepared for him, or rather, forged or imitated, and filled in the name "Kurosaki Isshin" on the thick application form.
In order to cope with the health bureau's surprise inspections, he really began to study modern medical textbooks day and night.
"The naming of bones here is completely different from that at the Spiritual Arts Academy!" Yixin wailed in anguish on the construction site on the first floor of the clinic.
At that moment, he was wearing work clothes covered in lime, studying textbooks while personally directing the renovation workers to modify the operating room.
With ample funding, the dilapidated building was completely renovated, and the first floor was divided into a registration area, a pharmacy, and two spacious consultation rooms.
He insisted on planting a tree at the entrance, saying that it would make the house feel more like home.
Masaki moved into an apartment just two blocks away from the clinic.
On moving day, Yixin drove a secondhand van that he had somehow gotten his hands on, yelling and shouting as he helped her move her meager belongings.
"Mr. Isshin, I could actually do it myself." Masaki, holding a potted plant, looked apologetically at Isshin, who was busy running around and looked exhausted.
"I'm your attending physician now. How can I let a patient who hasn't fully recovered do this kind of physical work?"
With a "hey!", Isshin carefully placed the stacked suitcases down, then turned around with a bright, even somewhat comical, smile: "Besides, from now on, everyone around here will call me Dr. Kurosaki. I need to get used to this respected persona in advance."
Masaki looked at him and suddenly smiled.
half a month later.
That was the sunniest day in Karakura Town since the beginning of summer.
Yixin stood at the clinic entrance, holding the final review documents that had just been delivered.
That was a business license for a medical institution stamped with the official seal of the health bureau.
He turned around and looked at the wooden signboard that he had written himself.
Kurosaki Clinic
Upon entering the consultation room, I hung the license neatly on the most prominent wall.
"This marks a complete farewell to the past..."
97
The motion-activated doorbell rang.
"Dr. Kurosaki, congratulations on your opening!"
Masaki, dressed in a simple floral dress, stood at the door carrying a basket of fresh ingredients, her eyes crinkling with a smile: "As your first customer, how about we celebrate with something nice tonight?"
Yixin was stunned for a moment, then burst into exaggerated laughter.
He strode over, took the basket, and said with unprecedented confidence, "Of course! Congratulations on the grand opening of Kurosaki Clinic!"
Sunlight streamed through the clean glass windows, casting a warm glow on the white floor tiles.
A man gave up a long life and unparalleled honor.
In the city of Karakura, for the sake of a smile, the daily life of "Kurosaki Isshin" officially begins.
"Excuse me, delivery person."
Dr. Kurosaki had just placed the ingredients on the table when he heard a faint, lifeless sound coming from behind him.
Looking back, Asuka, with dark circles under her eyes and a tired expression, was placing a flower basket delivered by Urahara Shoten at the door: "Please sign for it, thank you."