Belife Span
Doctor Meto 2

There was nothing special after that, just people from a certain alley, who were injured and asked me to be treated. Or a thief who left his stolen goods to me. Or a murderer who wanted me to autopsy his victims, but he himself destroyed the bodies.

All that boredom changed when he met again with one of the interesting patients, two months later. He was carried by two officers violently, his body was covered in wounds, and it seemed that his brain had also been shaken.

“Welcome,” welcome me

“Doctor Meto, sorry these nights visit you. But something terrible has happened. One of the prisoners in our prison, seems to have gone a little crazy. To maintain a reputation as the best prison in the entire country. I want the Doctor to heal him,” He said long

“Payday?” my question while glancing carefully at the patient who will be treated.

“Calm down, our warden head will pay you with the best in high quality, and of course money with big quantity also.”

“Good, take him to my room.”

As I ordered, they dragged the patient into my room, without permission. After all, they are also one of my subscriptions, so there is no need for any more permits to enter my room. They all considered me a friend.

“We've brought him to your room, and we'll bring him back tomorrow morning. I implore Doctor Meto greatly to cure it.”

“I am not God, I am only human, there is no way I can heal someone. All I can do is reduce the pain. That's all.”

“Alright, it's up to you. All we want is for our patients to come back, even if fifty percent of the defects are okay. Because he's the warden's favorite toy.”

Play it? It is unfortunate that this patient, when someone becomes a favorite toy for someone who is in the night world, surely his life will not be calm let alone safe. Surely he was always haunted by them, shackled, not only imprisoned but his heart was also shackled by them.

Wounds everywhere, purple wounds, red wounds, black wounds, and other injuries. One by one, they stuck to his body. He also seems to be a forced victim. Even this is more barbaric than those who leave the body without the spirit.

They're more savage.

I don't think they really have risen to this level, but as far as I know. They only sell drugs and weapons that are circulated by them, made by others.

It's so sorry for him. Forced parents had children, and his wife left. Not only was the officer barbaric, it turned out that his family was barbaric as well.

Eventually he killed his own family. But that's normal, I thought.

“Come every Sunday to my place, just ask them, they must give permission. Come with the pretext of consulting, later we arrange a plan so that you can escape from there.”

The next day the two officers came, taking him back to the bars. As his back was lost from view, I began to devise a plan for him to escape from prison.

Starting with using my connection with information seekers, looking for information about the man, from the name—other personal information. Although they initially refused, because they knew the consequences that were obtained if fighting the mice tie.

After being threatened— was threatened could not come to my click and would divulge all his crimes—they accepted it.

“Alright if that's what you want.” They go looking for information, it takes a very long time to get information only. But the man's information turned out to be harder to come by, because the guards asked the mice to lock all the information.

Then I asked the man, who had come once a week to my place. He also refused to open his mouth. My life will be ruined, he said with a frightened face.

Six months later, I was able to get complete information, not really. Much of his information was lost, such as his past, birth, and real name stories were also removed.

Let it be, what matters for now.

Born thirty years ago in a distinguished family, despite being censored here his surname. Married his cousin's sister, and has been running for five years. No children, sisters, or brothers.

I don't know why, something's awkward. It's not awkward, but it's like there's information I'm missing. I went to see the patient data, for a year.

One by one patient data, I describe. In this year who came to the clinic was the most from previous years. Which means it would be difficult to confirm one-on-one information.

It took me a long time, about 1 month later, I finally found it. The savage patient who came six months ago. It turns out to be the wife of this man, or Haze—his faked name—si patient I want to help.