Edogawa Nishiguchi Ayakashi Clinic - Chapter 5
Did I really pass?
I mean, it hasn’t even been 5 mins since the interview started, you know?
I also have a history of being turned down 57 times by companies during job hunting, you know?
“Umm, well… I still don’t know, but…”
The documents I eagerly accepted contained the terms of my employment.
…¥250,000 per month… [1]
I almost let out another weird voice again.
I wonder how much my take home pay would be.
…Three fixed days off in a week…
“Thr—”
I hope they forgive me if I raised my voice a bit.
I didn’t know that the clinic was closed on Wednesdays, Saturdays, and Sundays.
…Working hours are from 10 am to 5 pm…
Wait.
Lunch break is from 12:30 pm to 2:30 pm
Wait a minute.
Spring Holidays: 10 consecutive days. New Year Holidays: 7 consecutive days.
Are they going to be alright?
Paid holidays, company insurance, and even the employee pension are more clearly stated than any other company I’ve ever been to.
“Well?”
I didn’t sense anything suspicious about Dr. Tengo’s indifferent gaze.
But —
“Ah, these terms are a little…”
It was too good to be true.
It was like the white glare that appears when you look directly at the sun which is bad for your eyes.
The suspiciousness of Chairman Takeru’s flirtatious and host-like personality may also be a result of the lack of common sense peculiar to rich people.
But still, 250,000 yen a month for a medical clerk fresh out of college under these conditions is unprecedented, or at least strange if compared to the past 57 jobs I had applied to, and it doesn’t look like this clinic makes a lot of money either.
“If you haven’t made up your mind yet, then take as much time as you need to think about it.”
With a light sigh, Dr. Tengo averted his gaze.
“Ah, no, that’s not what I meant!”
Nonono, I’ve seen this pattern twice before.
This is the one where I call them after 3 days and they tell me they’ve already decided on someone else.
“Then you’ll accept?”
¥250,000 a month.
The terms are so favorable that I couldn’t ask for more.
Besides, both the short-haired, bespectacled doctor and the host-type board chairman are handsome.
But it’s suspicious, it’s definitely suspicious, but —
“Yes, of course! Thank you for this opportunity!”
The unreasonable side of me immediately replied.
“Really? That’s great then.”
“I might not have any experience as a medical assistant, but I’ll do my best!”
“Nanakida.”
“Yes!”
“Do you like pasta?”
“Y-yes…”
“Ooh, isn’t that great, Tengo? What kind of pasta did you make today?”
“Fried rice.” [2]
The day of the interview.
I don’t exactly understand what just happened, but I ate the fried rice Dr. Tengo made.
I hope it goes well.
I never thought that a time would come where I would become this optimistic as I hummed a tune on my way home.
Translator’s Notes:
[1] ¥250,000 – approximately $1650
[2] Fried rice – I just had to add, but I don’t get how pasta = fried rice lmao
