Saving 80,000 Gold in an Another World for Retirement - Chapter 292
The Girl Who Got Stabbed And The Girl Who Wants To Get Stabbed 1
Today, Colette-chan and I were shopping in the royal capital of our home country.
Colette rarely leaves our estate unless I take her out.
Sometimes she needs a change of scenery and a pseudo-home service.
Sabine-chan often comes to the General Trade Mitsuha…
Anyway, today is the day to serve Colette-chan. I bought her a lot of things and asked her to pick out some souvenirs and stuff for her parents on her next trip back home……
……No, I don’t really know what her parents would want or what was necessary for village life. It would be best to ask those who lived there about such things.
With that in mind, we were both walking through the shopping district of the royal capital……
Suddenly, Colette-chan bumped me hard. It was as if she was pushing me with her body…….
“Oww! Hey, watch where you’re going……, hiii!” (Mitsuha)
Colette-chan’s face distorted in pain.
Sticking out of her flank was a silver accessory……
And the man clutching that silver accessory, which was a dagger, gave me a “tsk” sound, pushed Colette-chan away, and then stretched his hand out towards me.
……Nothing else but the hand.
A man stared at his hand, which was holding nothing, and confusedly looked around.
He seemed to be unaware of what had happened to it and where he was now.
“That man tried to kill me! Capture him and prevent him from committing suicide! I’ll be right back!” (Mitsuha)
Yep, we’re in the home base of the mercenary group “Wolf Fang”.
And professionals don’t need extra explanations.
The mercs around us swarmed and seized the man, then they thrust a piece of cloth into his mouth.
The man was trying to take something out of his pouch, which he was wearing, but I left it back there at the time of transition, together with his extra weapons, dark equipment, drugs, etc., along with his dagger.
I would not make such an elementary mistake.
And now I have something to do in a hurry.
I immediately transferred to where Colette-chan was.
Her clothes around the stabbed area were stained dark red, and her face, distorted with pain, she was forcing it into a smile……
“…I’m glad… I helped Mitsuha…” (Colette)
“You idiot!” (Mitsuha)
I have no time to say anything extra.
I have pre-surveyed several places on earth for such situations.
A place for emergency transport in case of serious injury.
The location must be in the daytime and it’s fully prepared to receive injured persons.
They must have advanced medical technology and be able to provide immediate emergency treatment without the reluctance of admitting a patient.
Wouldn’t negotiate strangely.
Wouldn’t steal any blood or cell samples or treat them as laboratory animals.
I picked a few such places.
There’s no need to be concerned about the country since insurance wasn’t available anyway.
However, if it’s currently nighttime, it will probably be too late to deal with the problem, so I have chosen several locations around the world.
And at this time, it would be around 6:00 p.m. Japan time J S T.
If so, then it’s around 9:00 a.m. in that country, the hospital has just opened, the doctors shouldn’t be tired yet, and have excellent medical technology. Let’s go there…….
9 hours difference from Japan.
If you trace the alphabet back nine places from the “I” representing Japan Standard Time (JST), you will find the “Z”.
The standard time represented by Z would be…
Yes, it’s Greenwich Mean Time GMT.
If it is 1800i in Japan, it is 0900z local time in the area where Greenwich Observatory was located.
I held the now limped Colette-chan in my arms as she reached the limit of her energy, and…… transfer!
“Emergency! A girl was stabbed and seriously injured by a street gang, please help!!” (Mitsuha)
I shouted out at the emergency room of a large hospital in London, England.
As one would expect from the UK, the land of gentlemen.
If a girl’s life is in danger, they’ll take it seriously.
They immediately took her to the operating room, putting aside whether she had medical insurance, whether we had any money, what our nationality was, and so on.
……Well, one can tell that I’m not short of money because I’m dressed in an expensive-looking outfit.
The man was probably trying to kill me and aimed for my vital spot, but Colette-chan bumped me with her body in an attempt to push me aside, which exposed the right side of her body to the man.
The dagger hit its target much closer than expected, and despite the height difference between me and the dagger, it went into the right side of Colette-chan’s body, not her neck or anywhere near it.
It’s also far from the heart. If there’s no major damage to internal organs, she will probably be fine……
That must be so.
Otherwise, I will not forgive anyone.
My enemies, myself…… and the world.
Am I dealing with the fact that Colette-chan has been seriously injured in a calm and nonchalant mechanical manner, you say?
No signs of being upset or crying? Calm and cold, you say?
……Are you stupid?
If I was out there screaming, “Oh, my little Colette-chan! Colette-chan ah~!” What good would it bring if I bawled like that?
That’s a dumb thing to do, which will only reduce the chance of Colette-chan’s survival. Then it would be too late.
Even Colette-chan, who was in extreme pain and fear of death, did not let any of her voice escape, so as not to interfere with my judgment or actions.
Why should I waste that desperate moment!
You can cry and scream all you want later.
But do what you can and see what needs to be done first!
“Ano, the family……, hiii!”
A hospital staff member who tried to talk to me screamed and jumped away.
……I wonder if she saw something terrifying. Was it me?…….
During Colette-chan’s surgery, I transferred from the hospital’s private restroom to Wolf Fang’s base and took a minute to explain the situation to the captain.
Since I couldn’t ask the captain and his crew about the interrogation because the man doesn’t speak their language anyway, I reminded them not to let him kill himself and quickly returned to the hospital’s private restroom.
The hospital told me to call her parents, but I can’t do that.
So I decided to take my status as one of the several nationalities given to me by the countries participating in the (ISECON) the Other World Convention, where they gave me the title of nobility in a small country.
Yeah, in the UK, the label “aristocrat” works, no matter how small a country you were from.
I explained that we were on a sightseeing trip as tourists and that I expected the best medical attention because I would spare no expense…… and I also asked that the scar be made as small and inconspicuous as possible.
I testified that she had been stabbed by a street gangster and I also claimed to be a nobleman from another country. So naturally, the police flew in.
Of course, they will come. It’s a big deal.
But I don’t have the mental capacity to deal with that.
It was obvious from the wounds that she had been stabbed with a knife, so I had no choice but to say, ”she was stabbed”.
Besides, I couldn’t lie about the weapon used, because if I explained it for some odd reason, the doctor might misinterpret the depth and condition of the wound, which could be a bad thing.
But I wanted to avoid any trouble, so I took out my phone, which has emergency contact numbers for all the countries participating in the ISECON and called the “department in charge” in this country.
Not wanting to create false accusations, I falsely told the police that I did not remember the face of the culprit, that I did not know anything about him, and waited for the person from the “department in charge” to come.
And when they arrived, just a few minutes later after the police arrived, they had quite a struggle with the officers, but they managed to have them give up and leave.
Of course, the people in the “department in charge” asked me a lot of questions, but when I said, “I owe you one”, they figured it out.
If she got seriously injured in the other world, it’s no surprise that I would turn to earth’s medical technology.
And of course, everyone involved in ISECON knew that the world over there was a dangerous and barbaric place.
Well, that’s how it is.
After the surgery, the surgeon explained that Collette-chan’s injuries were not life-threatening, although her internal organs were slightly damaged. He said there was no concern about any aftereffects.
……But some scars would remain…….
The money was taken from the hidden vault in my home in Japan (buried in the ground, the gold coins can only be dropped in a hole and can only be taken out with transfer). I took it from a different container with a separate hole which has wads of pounds and US dollars.
I also brought U.S. dollars because I thought that if I only brought pounds, it would be a little less. I have a lot of U.S. dollars, but I didn’t have a lot of other currencies.
Of course, no taxes were paid when they were brought into Japan.
In case of such a situation, I have wads of yen, dollars, pounds, francs, euros, and several other currencies. In addition, I have bullion-type gold coins, such as Maple Leaf gold coins, Krugerrand gold coins, and small gems that were easily exchangeable for cash.
In addition to natural gems for cash on Earth, there were many man-made gems for the other world, which were very cheap on Earth but sold for a good price over there.
Yeah, it’s not a scam. And it’s not a fake, it’s real jewelry.
……It’s just that it’s not created by Mother Nature and God, but by men……
And since I was also wearing an expensive-looking jewelry accessory, the hospital would have been reassured that there was no need to worry about being ripped off for medical expenses.
I haven’t paid them back yet.
A little later, after Colette-chan’s condition had stabilized and I had calmed down a bit.
Otherwise, I don’t know what I would do…….
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