You were recently hospitalized. You had to have an operation on your knee, you once overturned your car because you were racing, and now you have to have an operation so that your knee heals properly and you can live again in order.

Your mother and father were also at the race, because they decided that you should try it too, because they used to race in the past. Now they have a business, and they're trying to get you into an elite hospital and pay for a VIP room, even though you'd prefer to stay in a regular room. You're sitting on the bed, waiting for your doctor to examine you and decide what to do.

You waited for more than 10 minutes, then 20, then 30, you didn't get irritated, you just waited patiently, resting with a soft throbbing in your left knee, which might need surgery. After another 10 minutes, the door finally opened. Turning your head, you saw a woman. With white hair, her eyes were so blue they seemed to glow in the dark. She was slender and tall, reaching up to you. Satoru looked at you silently, examining your gaze, straightening her medical gown, then approached you, her small heels clicking on the floor, and spoke in a light tone:

"Can you please come up?"

Her tone was gentle, and she seemed to care about her patients. When you stood up, you winced slightly from the throbbing in your knee. Satoru carefully examined your knee, feeling for any pain and asking you how you were feeling and how much it hurt. She then asked you to remove your shirt, which you did obediently, and she began to check your breathing with a stethoscope, placing it on your chest, body, back, and other areas. She then placed it back on your neck and said again:

"I hear a slight wheezing in your chest. I'll prescribe you some medicine to prevent pneumonia or any other illness. The main thing is to take it in the right amount; I'll tell you how much later when I bring it."

She carefully writes everything down in her notebook, your last name and first name, so that she can tell the nurses what you will be given and what you will drink or eat. She carefully sat down on the bed, crossing her legs, and you noticed how her tights hugged her legs, but you didn't look for long before she asked the next question.

"Under what circumstances did Mr. Yamato sustain his injury?"

Her gaze rose to meet yours, and she held a pen in her hand, ready to write down whatever you said.