Michiko! This way! Look at all the people!
That's so far! Hold on!
You sure eat a lot, Michiko. What, you want this?
Kaminari-okoshi and ningyo-yaki. Oh, that's hot!
You sure ate a lot. Even that! One, two, three, four, five...
I could still eat a ton!
-What? -Let's end with monja.
-What? You want more? -Why not?
-You will get fat! -Akira, isn't that amazing?
-What a performance! -Let's have a look!
-Get a photo! -Let's get photos!
They're totally in unison!
That's so cool!
AKIRA KANBARA, MANAGER KANBARA FAMOUS DOCTOR AGENCY
That was amazing, Akira!
That was magnificent!
You'll take a picture?
Ready!
Thank you!
One thousand yen, please.
One thousand yen?
-One thousand yen. -Are you kidding me?
-Fine. I'll pay. -You're paying?
-Give me back my phone. -Give it back.
-Unbelievable! -That's awful! Can you believe it?
-What a total rip-off. -One thousand yen, please.
-What? Again?
-No way! I don't have any money! -One thousand yen, please.
One thousand yen, please.
This is the story of a maverick female doctor.
In 2019, the ivory towers are completely crumbling.
Hospital Director Hiruma will now make a round of visits.
Japan's university hospitals have fallen into tremendous debt.
Lifesaving medical treatment
has entered the era of financial jungle law.
Director Hiruma!
Congratulations on starting the director's rounds again.
It's only natural, after all.
-Don't break ranks. -Right. Sorry.
-It's a Japanese doctor parade. -It's a Japanese doctor parade.
This is so embarrassing. Please stop this.
The director's rounds were abolished.
But I am the hospital director.
You all love doing the director's rounds, right?
-Yes, sir! -Yes, sir!
Out of the way. Make way.
Good. Thank you.
Japanese fish are too weak.
At this rate, they'll be gobbled up by invasive species.
That's what I told you when we first met, right?
That's why I eat the invasive black bass,
to protect the weak Japanese fish.
But those weak Japanese fish want their director's rounds
and never cut the important things.
It's all so wasteful!
The crisis has only increased after I attended the Paris conference.
Japanese medicine should be at the forefront of medicine,
but it continues to fall behind the world.
What's worse, the head of this university hospital
won't even face this reality!
He's cute. Who is that? A love child?
Dr. Daimon,
with your brilliant skills,
use this Totei University Hospital
to save Japanese medicine!
If we work together, nothing is impossible.
Was it to your liking?
Yes, it was delicious.
Thank you for the delicious meal.
You're welcome.
-You'll help me, won't you? -I decline.
The free lunch was a big help.
-Thanks. -Wait.
Dr. Daimon, there's a patient
I want you to perform a transplant for.
Why didn't you tell me sooner? Okay, Nichotan!
-How many patients? Ten? One hundred? -One.
He is essential if we are to rescue this hospital.
Just one? Okay, what part do I operate on?
-A brain transplant? -No.
A hair graft.
That is to say, the most advanced
hair replacement.
Hair?
Tange!
Meanwhile, this freelance maverick doctor, who was never part of
a university medical department, showed up.
This woman hates groups,
authority, and restrictions.
Her specialized medical license and well-honed skills
are her weapons.
"I'm surprised the master surgeon is a Japanese beauty.
Japanese women are devoted to serving men, right?
Walk three steps behind me.
Kindly serve me."
I decline.
I don't need a translator.
Dr. Daimon, watch your mouth.
Seven!
Tenderness in epigastric region.
-Emergency endoscope! Stretcher! -Right!
Surgeon Michiko Daimon,
otherwise known as Doctor X.
Please operate immediately.
Seven!
For today's pre-op conference,
Director Ushio is away at an international conference.
Now, for the first patient.
CEO of Goldberg Bank, Seven Goldberg.
Stomach cancer, stage 1B.
There is a four-centimeter tumor on the stomach's lesser curvature.
It has penetrated the submucosa and metastasized to the lymph nodes.
Say, Daimon, I may not look it, but my English is pretty good.
In high school, I went to summer school there every summer.
Quit the chatter during meetings.
Assistant Director, as for treatment for the Goldberg CEO--
-I'll do the operation! -Assistant Director!
Let me be the CEO's attending physician.
No.
The CEO requires a total gastrectomy.
The Roux-en-Y procedure is best for reconstruction.
The Roux-en-Y procedure?
How many millennia ago is that procedure from?
How can you operate on stomach cancer in this day and age?
You're a useless relic.
"A useless relic"? How rude!
The most advanced treatment is
molecular target drugs and immunity building drugs.
There is less burden on the patient,
and treatment can be administered out-of-hospital.
Can he return to his country in three weeks?
-That's not possible-- -I can do it in a week!
-Let me operate. -Dr. Daimon!
Have you already forgotten how rudely you spoke to him?
-What did I say? -CEO Goldberg was
deeply offended by your rude comments.
He says he doesn't want to see you.
Daimon, you've been banned.
No way.
If the total gastrectomy is performed using
the laparoscope, my specialty,
he can return to his country in two weeks.
Is that right?
Then I'd like you to do it, Dr. Kaji.
Yes, sir!
Director Kaji, I can be your assistant!
My first assistant will be Dr. Hara.
My second assistant will be
Tako. If you would, please.
-Yes. -Yes!
Dr. Kaji, can you speak English? I can translate if--
-I don't need it! How rude! -Dr. Kaji...
Dr. Kaji reads medical articles in English!
-Then I'm sorry. -You better be.
Dr. Hara, you worked in a Russian hospital,
-so language isn't an issue, right? -That's right.
-Please take care of it, everyone. -Yes, sir!
And he was my patient.
Why the heck does everyone treat me like a pariah?
Anyone who treats me like a pariah will suffer for it later.
Just you wait and see.
-Say, Ruri. -Yes?
What do you think of me, Ruri?
I knew you were always on my side.
I'm Director Kaji of Next-Generation Ultra-Minimally Invasive Surgery.
I'm Tako.
Anyway, enough introductions. Let's begin the screening.
I see you understand Japanese, Natalie.
Yes. I love Japanese anime, so I've studied a little.
Magnificent.
Seven.
When I asked, "You don't have any allergies, do you?"
he answered, "Yes," right?
Let's confirm it again.
Is that all?
GENERAL SURGERY DEPARTMENT
Dang, Director Kaji and Dr. Hara, you're amazing.
I can't believe you understood his fast English.
It's a good thing Dr. Kaji was there.
I didn't want to ask him over and over.
I was going to ask Dr. Kaji later.
Are you serious?
You didn't understand him?
My Russian is perfect, but I'm bad at English.
You're kidding me!
If you didn't understand, you can't expect me to!
Are you serious?
But you always read articles in English.
I can read,
-but my listening is non-existent. -Really?
Neither of you understood him?
-I thought you understood! -What do we do?
What do we do now?
Let's screen him again with a translator.
No way! Mr. Goldberg was really upset.
If we do the screening again, I'll be taken off his case.
Is that right?
-What do we do? -I thought you understood!
-Dr. Hara, we got everything, right? -Yes.
-We'll operate as planned next week. -Yes.
-Total gastrectomy. -Yes, sir.
Really? Total? You want me to do it?
That's unnecessary! How rude!
Are you making fun of me? How dare you!
How dare you talk to me in English!
-How dare you say that! -Dr. Kaji, calm down!
You know that's the kind of attitude she has.
What have I done?
I've had so much stress since becoming director. I'm so irritable!
-Is this menopause? -No.
Who cares about that? What about Mr. Goldberg's screening?
-Director! -Dr. Kaji!
-Are you okay? -Let's go over there for a second.
-No! Wait! -Let's go over here for a second.
-What do we do? -I have to go and operate.
-This is bad. -I'm going to operating room two.
-Bye! -Wait! This is big trouble!
-This is big trouble! Come on! -I'm feeling sick!
Hey, wait!
-Tako. -Yes?
Everyone is so lively.
-This is bad. -Yes, it's really bad.
Since I became a plebe, my pay was cut by more than half.
It pains my wife that we can't pay for my child's cram school.
And I have a little secret.
-I started part-time work. -Part-time work?
With a foreign company.
I can use my English, so I think I'm suited to it.
A foreign clinic?
-It's tough physical work though. -Yes, but this is big trouble!
We wasted money in Asakusa, so money is tight this month.
I know.
We got ripped off for 2,000 yen.
Kabuki? Awesome!
I love Japanese Kabuki, anime, and cosplay.
Is that so?
-Is this Asakusa? -Yes. Kaminarimon.
I want to go there!
-Take me. -No way.
I want to pray to the Kannon in Asakusa
for Seven's surgery to be a success.
Please. And I want my photo taken with these people.
-Please! -No way!
Where are those guys?
I wonder where they are.
There they are!
-I'm sorry to make you join me. -Take good care of her.
The wife of Goldberg Bank's CEO? That's fantastic.
-Yes, maybe... Wait! Oh, no! -Oh, no!
How totally cool!
How cool!
Let's take a photo together.
-They'll rip you off! -Cheese!
What a waste again.
Five thousand yen.
-I've heard this voice before. -Yes, you're right.
Hold on!
-Dr. Ebina! -You spotted me.
-Daimon. -What are you doing?
-Part-time job. -Part-time?
Say, is my face frightening?
-Less frightening than usual. -That's so mean!
Action picture, 10,000 yen.
Discount, 6,000 yen, okay?
Here goes!
That's so cool!
-He's actually pretty good. -Yes.
OKONOMIYAKI
Things must be tough for Dr. Ebina too.
When he became an ordinary medical staff, his salary was cut.
That must hurt swinging his head around like that.
It's all for money. Making a living isn't easy.
I never fail.
-How beautiful. -Here you are.
-Yours is great, Akira! -I told you so.
Delicious.
I want Seven to have this too.
He loves Japan's B-rank cuisine.
You can actually order take away here.
But isn't he getting stomach surgery?
When he was healthy, he ate enough for five people.
-By himself? He eats that much? -Yes.
They said it's a total gastrectomy though.
Seven is afraid of surgery.
-He's afraid? -His father died
when he got an appendectomy.
An appendectomy?
After the surgery, he developed a high fever
and went to intensive care, but they couldn't save him.
That's such a pity.
Natalie, eat it before it gets cold.
Okay.
Michiko. Eat up.
If it were me, I'd never let him die.
-It's a little cold now. -It is?
-Nice work, everyone. -Nice work.
I'll have dinner now.
I have to be careful I don't get a herniated cervical disc doing this.
You're pushing yourself too hard.
Being a doctor is easier than this.
-What're you mumbling about? -Sorry.
-Here's today's pay. -Thank you!
-There. -Thank you!
-I hear good things about you. -Really?
I'll do my best to keep it up.
Excuse me.
Oh, no. It's Director Hiruma.
Hello. Ebina speaking.
-Ebina? -Yes?
I heard you're keeping a secret from me.
You've got a part-time job, don't you?
I'm sorry!
-Get over here right away. -Yes.
Yes, sir! I'll be there immediately! I'm sorry! Goodbye!
Boss, sorry, but I have to go. Something came up. Can you help me?
Sorry about this. How should I...
FURAIJINMON
KAMINARIMON
-Excuse me! Sorry I'm late. -It's okay.
-I'm sorry I kept it secret! -Okay.
-You scared me. -Sorry.
-What kind of job is it? -Sorry.
It will take too long to explain.
It's just that I get paid less now,
so if this keeps up, I can't pay my mortgage.
I don't want to hear it. Cut it out. Fine. I get it.
Actually, what I want from you is,
I want to know what will happen if Goldberg's surgery is a success.
Well, of course, Totei University Hospital would make a lot of money.
That Nicholas Tange, you see, he's not that simple.
His secret plan is to get a huge investment from Goldberg Bank
and milk us for everything we've got. Darn him.
"Totei University Medical Resort development plan"?
"Lake Mashu Satellite Hospital 39"? That's where I was!
That Tange is coming in here, claiming that
he will reorganize the management,
but he's breaking up Totei University Hospital,
and selling it off piece by piece. He's a vulture!
How dare he do this to Lake Mashu. Darn him.
He's forgotten his debt to me for inviting him here.
Now that it's come to this,
we have to strike before we're struck.
All right.
I, Ebina Takashi,
will work like my life depends on this. However,
I'd like you to take care of my family after I'm gone.
Hold on a second here! What I want from you is,
I want you to get dirt on him and tell me about it.
Oh, I see. That was a shock.
What's wrong with you?
ASAKUSA KANNON ASAKUSA GOOD LUCK CHARM
His father got a high fever after an appendectomy
and died.
Yes? Who is it?
Come in. Sorry about today.
Five thousand yen for all three of them. That's such a rip-off.
I'd like to talk to Dr. Daimon.
Go right ahead. It's rather messy, though.
Okay. Go ahead.
-Have a seat. -May I?
Seven insists on returning home to get surgery.
He's even decided on a surgeon in the US.
But I want you to do the surgery, Dr. Daimon.
Oh, my! What a great offer.
Why?
Nobody can talk back to him.
In the US and in Japan, everyone does what he tells them.
But you told him exactly how you felt, Dr. Daimon.
For a patient on the brink of life and death,
you said you would always save them.
When you heard about Seven's father, you said you wouldn't let him die.
Dr. Daimon,
please take care of Seven.
But, I'm not kind.
Natalie, how would you like to have dinner with us?
I made kitsune udon.
I would love to.
-I'm feeling a bit peckish. -"Peckish"?
Your Japanese is really great.
-Hurry up. -I am.
You've helped me, so I'm sorry about this.
Why are you quitting? You've got talent.
I'm sorry.
I have to get revenge for my boss.
-Get revenge for your boss? -Yes.
-There are bad people like that? -Yes, there are.
When you look at him, he doesn't look that bad.
See. Handsome guy, right?
Hey! I know this guy.
You do?
He's an acquaintance of the boss of my boss.
I sometimes meet him at auctions.
-Auctions? -Yes.
Look.
You're right. Where is that?
Bora Bora.
"Bola"?
Bora Bora!
Since then, I haven't slept well.
I knew it. Me either.
It's unclear if he has allergies too.
Is it okay to operate?
If something goes wrong because we can't speak English--
English is the least of your problems.
I'm not sure you're even fit to be humans, let alone doctors.
What did you just say?
-Oh... I... -Dr. Kaji!
I'm sorry...
Thank you.
Well said.
-We need to do the screening again. -Right.
You're doing it again? Good.
What? You need a translator? You should have asked me.
-I'll do it. -Thank you.
I'm sorry for shouting at you in the conference. Thanks for this.
You don't need to apologize.
The problem is Japanese-English language education.
After ten years of classes, we still can't have a conversation.
-What the heck did you say? -Director Kaji!
-Why did you say that? -Calm down!
I've had it!
What's the matter?
Seven?
Seven!
-Emergency stretcher! -Right!
-Keep your hands off him! -This is no time for that!
-Hurry! -Right!
Seven has vomited blood. Prep a treatment room!
Hurry!
Mr. Goldberg!
Sudden pain and vomiting blood. Possible tumor tissue bleeding.
He needs surgery right away. Let me operate.
No. I won't let you operate without the patient's approval.
Mr. Goldberg said he doesn't want you operating on him, Dr. Daimon.
If he sues, the damages will be so immense, we can't pay for it.
Please, Dr. Kaji, give him the perfect surgery.
Yes, sir.
Let's go.
-Dr. Daimon! -Wait!
Hey! Are you sure it's all right?
Cut that out.
OPERATING ROOM
BP, 90 over 65. Pulse, 92.
We will now perform a total gastrectomy
via laparoscope on Seven Goldberg.
Please begin, Dr. Kaji.
-Let's hurry. Scalpel. -Here.
-Pean forceps. -Here.
-Trocar. -Here.
Here.
I'll remove the accretion from the greater omentum.
First assistant, retract the intestine.
Right.
EtCO2 is rising.
-It's over 55. -What?
Increase ventilation rate and draw blood.
This is bad.
Pulse rising, 148.
-What? -BP falling, 85 over 50.
What happened?
I don't know the cause.
Could he be going into anaphylactic shock from an allergy?
His "yes" on allergies in the screening was a "no"?
I knew it! "Yes" meant he has allergies!
Abdominal wall firmness, abnormal.
-Give him rocuronium. -Right.
-Get it now. -Right.
What's your problem? I told you to give him a perfect surgery!
Dr. Kaji was going to screen him again.
But then he suddenly needed emergency surgery.
It's possible there was an error during the screening.
Are you serious?
-Let's pull out for now. -Right.
-Rapid transfusion. -Right.
This could cause peritoneal insufflation trouble.
Blood gas results and rocuronium.
It says he's undergoing acidosis.
Dr. Kaji.
It's an allergy.
-Intravenous adrenaline. -Right.
No!
This isn't an allergy.
-It's not an allergy? -Dr. Daimon?
-Then what is it? -What's his temperature?
It's over 42 degrees!
I knew it. He's got a fever. This is malignant hyperthermia.
Stop the inhalation anesthesia. Only use intravenous anesthesia.
-Prep a dantrolene infusion. -Right.
Drop his temperature!
-Ice bags and cold saline. -Right.
-Give me a hand. -Right.
Malignant hyperthermia?
It's the same as Seven's father.
Malignant hyperthermia can be passed down genetically.
What's going on here?
My plan is finished.
Once his vitals stabilize, we're switching surgery procedures.
-Pylorus preserving gastrectomy. -We're continuing?
Of course.
Here.
Dantrolene ready.
Infuse him with 160 milliliters over 15 minutes.
SURGERY TIME
His temperature has fallen to 37.4 degrees.
-Vitals? -BP, 124 over 81.
Pulse, 78, sinus.
-Good. Let's open him up. Scalpel. -Here.
Dr. Daimon!
Please!
Save Seven!
I never fail.
I'll be first assistant.
Here.
ASAKUSA KANNON
Stomach excision complete. Reconstructing now.
-Stomach forceps. -Here.
-What's his temperature? -It's 36 degrees.
-Vitals stable. -Done.
Watch his kidney functions post-op.
-Daimon. -Dr. Daimon.
The perfect surgery
requires the perfect surgeon.
Daimon!
Daimon.
I'm sorry. I owe you one.
We couldn't admit that we can't speak English.
We should have brought in a translator
to check for any genetic abnormalities.
We're too proud, so we didn't want to be disgraced.
We regret what we did!
You must be kidding me.
Pride?
Disgrace?
What total jerks!
You could have killed that patient for such trivial garbage as that!
Don't operate on a patient like that.
This feels so nice!
Who would have thought this day would come for a plebe like me?
It's such an honor.
Quit calling yourself a plebe.
-We're going to have a filet. -Thank you.
More importantly, Ebina,
what's that information you got?
Can you show it to me?
-Here it is. -What?
Have I been of help?
-Just drink your wine. -Thank you.
-That's delicious. -Ebina.
-This, you see, -Yes?
without a doubt, this is proof that Tange used info about
Totei University Hospital VIP patients for insider trading.
Right. Tange obtained huge sums of money this way
and bought a deserted island in Bora Bora.
I have photos from Bora Bora that prove it.
Here.
Oh, you're right. Where in the world did you get this stuff?
From my boss at my part-time job.
That one you wore white makeup for?
-Right. -Really?
Oh, by the way.
These are foreign remittances.
-You heard of cryptocurrency? -Yes.
That's how he made his purchases.
Apparently, that's hard to trace.
I don't really understand it, though.
-Ebina. -Yes?
-Well done, my friend! -Thanks.
To me, you are my one and only
very precious subordinate.
Thank you.
From now on, look forward to your advancement.
-Really? -Yes. You'll climb like crazy.
Thank you so much.
Assistant Director,
that 500-million-dollar loan from Goldberg Bank,
it looks like we're going to get it.
MEDICAL RESORT PLAN FINANCING
Is that right?
With this, the medical resort that you've conceptualized
will become a reality.
Samejima.
Well done.
Nicholas.
I've never felt better!
Samejima.
I want to listen to that. It's been a while.
Right.
Five-hundred-million-dollar samba!
Amore!
Five hundred million, Samejima!
-Loosen up! -Nicholas!
Please, continue.
Something good must have happened.
I'm so glad to hear it.
Once again, I'm from Kanbara Famous Doctor Agency.
Thank you for using Michiko Daimon
during the emergency of Mr. Goldberg's surgery.
As we always do,
we'll allow Director Kaji and Totei University Hospital
to take all the credit for it.
This is a melon.
This is the bill.
Samejima, pay this.
You won't even look at the price?
Thank you.
I hope you continue to use Michiko Daimon.
-Thank you too. -Goodbye.
Thank you, Nichotan!
Nichotan...
Keep on eating.
-That's great! -More will be ready soon.
Dr. Daimon, thank you for saving Seven.
Since I didn't take out your whole stomach
and left half, it's good, isn't it?
Thanks for the surgery, and for giving him so much hair too.
You did that? Amazing.
I've changed my opinion about Japanese doctors.
B-rank cuisine is awesome too.
Isn't it?
Michiko, go ahead and go.
Not right now.
-Seriously? -Yes.
-But I still won't. -Michiko, what's wrong with you?
There's a patient I want to operate on.
Delicious!
Here, have some takoyaki.
Go right ahead.
We got the 500 million for the Bora Bora facility!
I've never felt better!
Me too, Nicholas.
Samejima! Loosen up!
Tokyo Public Prosecutor investigative team.
You're Nicholas Tange, right?
You're under arrest
for violation of the Financial Instruments and Exchange Act.
ARREST WARRANT
I'll handle this.
Hurry!
Hold on here!
Wait. That's a Stradivarius.
It's worth 800 million.
What are you doing with your mouth?
What is this? This is ridiculous! Darn that mouth of yours!
What's with this? This is crazy!
No, you should say "no."
Why?
Quit messing up.
What did you just say? What did she say?
What's with this? I've had it!
I'll only ever operate on Japanese patients!
I can't stand your mouth!
I can't stand this humiliation any longer!
Quit crying! Pull yourself together!
Weak fish will be eaten by the black bass.
Shut up!
This woman hates groups, hates authority, and hates restrictions.
Her specialized medical license and well-honed skills
are her weapons.
I did it to protect this Totei University Hospital!
Assistant Director Tange is innocent!
This hospital deep in the red, I brought it back from the dead!
At this rate, foreigners will buy it all up at bargain prices!
Japan's assets and magnificent technology...
We Japanese shouldn't be trying to destroy them!
If you do this, all the weak Japanese fish will be gobbled up!
How come you can't understand that?
The black bass was arrested.
Dr. Daimon.
You understand, don't you?
We can't allow
invasive species to throw their weight around anymore.
This, you see, Dr. Daimon,
happened by my hand.
Thank you for your hard work.
Surgeon Michiko Daimon, otherwise known as Doctor X.
I know a spell for never failing.
She's a former Miss Totei University.
That means she's so good that even world-famous doctors recognize her.
My life belongs to the citizens.
-I'll do it. -Will you be my assistant?
That's not what a doctor is.