When he woke up, the first thing he saw was the vibrant purple nails and the fair hands holding a book. Muzan moved the book aside and looked into Teru's eyes, saying in a soft voice.

"Awake?"

Teru's eyes widened, and all drowsiness vanished. Was he lying on his wife's thigh? They rarely had such intimate moments together, and he felt overwhelmed with happiness. Was this all just a dream?

Rubbing his eyes, he sat up and looked out of the window. The distant sky was showing a hint of pale light. Dawn was approaching.

"When did I fall asleep?"

"Just five minutes after you said 'I don't need no sleep'." Muzan replied calmly.

He didn't get a chance to say anything before she continued, "So, I want to make a request."

"What request?"

"Sleep on time from now on, please."

Her crimson eyes stared at him earnestly.

"I can’t do that." Cause he always wanted to be her company.

"Then, at least sleep for four hours every night." Muzan conceded, "and make up for the rest during the day."

"I see." Teru smiled. This time, he refrained from trying to amuse her with jokes.

"What's wrong? Too moved to speak?" Muzan tried to mimic Teru's usual tone.

"Yes, I love you." He blurted, and she covered her face, bursting into laughter.

...

After finishing his work for the day, Teru walked through the streets of Tokyo.

It had been a week since the festival. These days, he had returned to his usual routine, that is, seeing patients during the day and spending evenings with his wife. Thanks to Muzan's strict reminders, he had at least four hours of sleep every day, and his body had fully recovered.

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Tokyo was bustling at night. Teru decided to stop by a dessert shop and bought some of Muzan's favorite treats. He couldn't be late; the taste wouldn't be the same!

Entering a small alley, he placed the medical box in his left hand and the desserts in his right. He patted his hands together and said, "What is your purpose in following me?"

Moments later, two men in black appeared at both ends of the alley, blocking any possible exits. One of them stepped forward, offering a respectful salute.

"Mr. Watanabe, please come with us. She needs to see you."

"She?"

"Miss Sayo."

He thought for a moment and ensured that he had never met any woman named Sayo.

"Seeking medical help doesn't require this kind of approach," he shook his head, "What if I refuse to come?"

The leader paused and then waved his hand, opening the way at the alley's end, "We certainly won't force you."

Seeing Teru frown, he added quickly, "Mr. Watanabe, your reputation as a doctor is well-known. We mean no harm. However, Miss Sayo's condition is critical. Please come and see her."

"Fine, I appreciate your attitude." Teru sighed, "Are you in a hurry?"

"Yes, it's an urgent situation."

"Tell me the location of her residence."

The four black-clad men looked puzzled, and one of them eventually recited an address, about a dozen kilometers away from Asakusa.

"I'll go there first then. You can follow."

Teru said, and in an instant, his figure disappeared from their sight.

The four men in black exchanged surprised glances. The leader wiped his forehead with a cold sweat, grateful that they hadn't resorted to any forceful methods just now.

A tremendous commotion emanated from above, prompting them to quickly scale the rooftops. At the far end of their vision, they saw a figure swiftly darting between rooftops and tree branches, disappearing into the distance.

Five minutes later, Teru wiped off a drop of sweat from his cheek as he knocked on Sayo Minamato's door.

As mentioned earlier, he had recovered remarkably well. Dashing seventy yards in a mere second and sustaining it for five minutes was merely a warm-up for Teru, whose physical prowess surpassed human limits.

Beside the doorplate, the word "Minamato" was engraved. So it was Minamato Sayo?

At this moment, Teru noticed the location of the mansion was situated in the heart of Chiyoda, the most prestigious area in Tokyo. In the future Japanese National Congress, Senate, House of Representatives, and various foreign embassies were all established in this district. What’s more, the surname "Minamato" was also exceptional and carried significant weight.

The door opened, and a stern-looking middle-aged man greeted him. He appeared worn out, as if he hadn't slept for weeks.

"Dr. Watanabe? Please come in."

"What's her condition?" Teru inquired as he followed inside.

"Sayo's illness began half a month ago. She has a high fever, vomitting, and some othe illnesses. A few days ago, she could still take some gruel, but now she can't have anything. We've sought many famous doctors, but none could diagnose her condition."

Pausing for a moment, the man continued, "Please cure her, we can pay whatever the cost."

"I'll do my best." Teru responded.