Tadayoshi Ohkura has just finished scrubbing out after assisting a case of above-the-knee amputation related to diabetic neuropathy. The stench of the pus that formed on the patient's infected wound still clung on his nostrils even after he washed his hands meticulously. He pushed through with his fixing. Not much time left before his dose of afternoon relaxation. He had to make sure he smells good; the kids won't like having a friend who smells like blood, right?
He walked straight out the operating room complex and straight ahead to the next floor where he was greeted with automatic sliding glass doors. A few more steps, then a huge wooden door stood before him. He smiled. The psych ward is too sheltered and very well-maintained, like his good friend, the doctor who single-handedly runs the place, Dr. Tatsuya Ueda.
He spotted the well-respected person sitting on his posh white couch. He smiled again in recognition. Timing is perfect.