GBP Chapter 175 Side Story Videotape [1]
Chapter 175 Side Story Videotape [1]
[Videotape: [Date]]
Note: The first newborn in the organization.
"Atsushi, look this way!"
The camera lens was shoved in front of him amidst a cheerful and gentle shout. Atsushi Miyano barely managed to push the lens aside and look at the person who had come: "Bo, Miwa, what brings you here!"
The woman in the leather coat raised her eyebrows and smiled smugly, revealing her small canine teeth. She grabbed Atsushi Miyano and turned his camera around, saying, "Today is the day Elena gives birth. How could I miss such an important event!"
"How's this soon-to-be father... no, to be precise, a soon-to-be father of two, feeling right now?"
Miyano Atsushi sighed helplessly, pulled the claw off his shoulder, and glanced at his beaming eldest daughter: "Be more composed, Akemi is still watching!"
"What does it matter! She likes me the most!" With that, Kuromon Miwa blew a kiss to the little one standing at her feet. "Don't you think so, Akemi?"
Akemi Miyano smiled sweetly, revealing her dimples: "Yes! Besides Mom and Dad, I like Aunt Miwa and Sister Miwa the most!"
"Heh heh~ See!"
Miwa Kuromon patted the little guy's head, poked him with her thumb, and complained, "Honestly. I called you several times and couldn't get through. It was Mr. Masuyama who opened the door to the research institute for me!"
Pisco stroked his beard and smiled, waving kindly at the camera: "It was nothing, it would be a shame to miss such a joyous occasion because of it. Unfortunately, I have some tasks to handle, so I'm afraid I won't be able to see the newborn on his first day!"
"Huh?" Kuromon Miwa exclaimed in surprise, "The organization must have been working a lot more lately, and my husband hasn't been home for several days!"
“Mr. Kuromon has always been the boss’s confidant. Then I’ll take my leave now. Please, Mrs. Kuromon, help me send my blessing to the ‘angel’.”
"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Masuyama. I will convey your message properly!"
Skipping and waving goodbye to Pisco, Miwa Kuromon breathed a sigh of relief and whispered to Atsushi Miyano, "I'm sorry, the old-school members in the organization seem to have realized something's wrong lately. They've been pushing me too hard, so I can only appear as Miwa now."
Atsushi Miyano's expression darkened with concern. "Have they escalated the situation again? Are you sure you're alright coming here? Elena and I would much rather you be safe..."
“If I’m not there for such a crucial moment, what kind of friend am I?” Kuromon Haruya shook his head and interrupted. “Anyway, I guess one of the old guys is on his deathbed and is desperate to find a way to prolong his life. The others want to test him, but they are also afraid of being purged by me, which is why they are in this predicament.”
"Forget it, let's not talk about these upsetting things! I remember the prenatal checkup showed it's a girl, right? Have you thought of a name yet?"
Thinking of his and his wife's second child, a look of blissful contentment appeared on Atsushi Miyano's face.
He has a beautiful, kind, and like-minded wife, a sweet and lovely daughter who dotes on him, and his career is thriving with the full support of the Karasuma Group.
Recalling the days when he was ostracized by the academic community, branded as a "mad scientist," and forced to live in a small clinic while struggling to make ends meet, Atsushi Miyano has, for countless times, sincerely remarked on the correctness of his decision to join the organization.
"Your ideal is to extend human lifespan and develop a drug that allows everyone to die a natural death and experience a fulfilling life? Hehehe... No, no, I'm not mocking your idea. This is the joyful laughter of finding a kindred spirit!"
The ordinary people outside were either terrified of his ideals or greedily wanted to claim the fruits of his labor for themselves; they were simply untrustworthy. Only the Boss was different; this was the man they, as a couple, were worthy of their complete trust. Why? If you ask...
He gripped his cuffs tightly, his eyes involuntarily darting towards the delivery room, before finally snapping back to reality and recalling the conversation:
"Shiho, we've decided to call her Shiho!"
"The character '志' (zhi) means 'will' and the character '保' (bao) means 'protection,' implying that we hope she can grow strong with her own aspirations. Although the other names you suggested, boss, are also good, we still want to give her higher expectations—we hope that the medicine we used during her gestation period can achieve the goal of protecting the world."
Kuromon Miwa's lips trembled. She paused for a moment, savoring the name, then tilted her head and smiled, "Miyano Shiho... huh? What a fitting name!"
"Speaking of which, how is Elena doing? I was shocked to hear that she collapsed in the lab! Although I know you two have poured your hearts and souls into the drug, you should also take care of yourselves."
Kuromon Miwa stood with her hands behind her back, her brows furrowed, her eyes filled with worry as she gazed towards the delivery room.
"Especially Elena, although we are pressed for time, you don't need to work so hard. She is only eight and a half months pregnant and will give birth soon. After that, I will arrange for the best postpartum recovery experts. Until she recovers, neither of you two mad scientists is allowed to approach the laboratory."
"I try to spend more time with Mingmei occasionally. Every time I visit, she says she misses her mom and dad. Since we've decided to raise a child, we need to be there for her, giving her love and care..."
"this..."
When it comes to raising children, the boss's old age and tendency to be long-winded become apparent.
Miyano Atsushi, who was working overtime with his pregnant wife, felt guilty but couldn't argue, so he could only agree repeatedly.
Before they knew it, two hours had passed. Their usual topics of conversation had been exhausted, and Mingmei, tired from standing, was leaning back in her chair, feeling drowsy. But there was still no movement from the delivery room.
As the camera's battery gradually depleted, unease and anxiety began to creep into my heart.
Click. The door, which had been tightly closed, finally opened, and a nurse carrying a swaddled baby walked out of the ward.
"How is Elena...?"
Atsushi Miyano excitedly stood up, intending to go to her, but the nurse strode past him without a second thought, heading towards the care station on the medical floor: "Director Elena suffered a postpartum hemorrhage, and we don't have enough spare blood bags. Call the emergency blood bank immediately! Hurry!"
His legs immediately gave way and he slumped back into his seat: "W-what!"
Hearing her father's exclamation, Miyano Akemi, still half asleep, rubbed her eyes and asked, "Dad, what's wrong?"
Kuromon Miwa gave Atsushi Miyano a reproachful look, then patted her back, her gentle voice calming the father and daughter.
"It's nothing, we were just discussing research! Could Mingmei help look after the little girl? We need to wait here for Elena to come out."
"Little sister! Shiho? I want her! I want her!"
Watching her skip away, Kuromon Miwa quickly grabbed Miyano Atsushi, who was about to rush to the door: "Calm down, Elena will be fine!"
"Atsushi Miyano, as a frontline researcher, you should know the organization's medical capabilities better than anyone else. The organization is fully capable of handling ordinary massive bleeding."
Atsushi Miyano suddenly snapped out of his daze, covered his face, and returned to his seat, his voice trembling: "You're right, I was just being paranoid... But Elena had a problem when she gave birth to Akemi, what if this time it's a more serious blood clot or something else... I, I can't help but worry!"
Kuromon Haruya placed the camera on his lap, his calm voice unusually composed: "If necessary, use that on her."
Atsushi Miyano looked up abruptly, unable to believe what he had just heard!
"Don't be so shocked. I'm just an ordinary person who's a little special." He took Miyano Atsushi's trembling hands in his, and turned his gaze to the bustling delivery room. "I actually know that as the experiment progresses, Elena is becoming more and more resistant to it, isn't she?"
"The reason she is called an angel is because of her concern for all living beings and her willingness to sacrifice herself to save lives. She was extremely reluctant to conduct experiments on brain-dead bodies, let alone real human experiments."
Deliberately causing failures and deliberately slowing down the experiment... I've seen it all, and I know it's been tough on you two."
When his once-secret little tricks were pointed out so sharply, Atsushi Miyano's shoulders trembled, his bloodless lips pressed even tighter, and he looked as frightened as a child who had done something wrong.
When he saw the slight twitch in Kuromon Haruya's eyes and her increasingly bitter smile, the dull pain in his chest, which made it hard to breathe, became even more pronounced.
"It's alright, I don't blame you. Whether it's me or you, we all have to be vigilant at all times when conducting such a fantastic experiment, and I understand that."
“But Atsushi, please don’t forget that ‘life is only once, and once it’s lost, it can never be recovered’ not only applies to the test subjects, but also to Elena.”
When the Boss looked toward the doorway, Atsushi Miyano saw only loving tolerance and concern, without a trace of resentment—as if they were truly a family bound by blood.
“This unfinished drug is very special. If it is successfully completed, we will all become beings that revolutionize the times and even the entire course of humankind. She is so kind-hearted and so intelligent. The person who leads the project to its end must have both of these qualities. The two of you are indispensable.”
"Besides, Shiho and Akemi, who were just born, can't be without their mother, and you can't lose your wife... I don't want to lose this dear friend either."
Although I insist that no one else should suffer from this curse of immortality, it's not impossible if it's just one person.
Kuromon Haruya placed his hand on his heart, then sadly looked away: "If that's the case, please pretend you never heard that. This is an order issued by this sinful man's dictatorship. I will bear the hatred and suspicion; it has nothing to do with you."
The cold disinfectant, mixed with the smell of blood, came from...
“Boss…” Atsushi Miyano opened his mouth, rose shakily, knelt on one knee in front of him, grasped Haruya Kuromon’s hand, and choked up, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I don’t know how to repay you!”
His greatest secret, the immortality gained through human experimentation during wartime, is something he's kept hidden from a select few. Yet now he's willing to share it with his wife, who is struggling during childbirth. What boundless love and compassion!
Thinking this, Atsushi Miyano raised his head, his broken gaze gradually becoming deep and firm: "You're right, I've made up my mind!"
In the pursuit of a higher well-being, some sacrifice and transgression are always inevitable. Before this, I had always shrank back from research due to moral concerns and apprehensions, but the great spirit of self-sacrifice has completely overturned this notion!
I am a fervent seeker of my ideals, and also a father who needs to support my family. I promise you, even if Elena cannot understand for now, I am willing to walk alongside you!
Yoruichi Kuromon was equally moved. His throat tightened, and he narrowed his dark eyes, chuckling softly as he asked, "If you've really made up your mind, you know what to do, right?"
Atsushi Miyano nodded reverently, took the boss's right hand, kissed the back of his hand lightly, and branded it with his loyalty for the rest of his life.
...
Inside the operating room, the bodyguard in black, who was waiting by the door, received the news and stood up to announce:
"Mission accomplished. Anesthesia on Elena Miyano is now discontinued. Medical personnel will continue to closely monitor her vital signs."
The rest of the team should clean up the evidence of the fabricated massive bleeding, ensure that the altered medical records match the patient's vital signs, and absolutely avoid any flaws.
"Everything for the organization and that gentleman!"