[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-sss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa":3,"chapter-sss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-sss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-chapter-245":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1565540,2029,"Chapter 245: Diagnostic Demon","sss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-chapter-245",245,"\u003Cp>A middle-aged patient with his right arm fully wrapped in plaster was reclining in bed, peacefully absorbed in a novel. The white cast rested on a pillow, and he’d just reached what he swore was the best Chapter when—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BANG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door burst open. Another patient, his roommate who also had a broken arm came stumbling in, eyes wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Get up! Get up, you have to get up!\" He shouted breathlessly. \"You won’t believe what’s happening outside!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man on the bed groaned, lowering his book just enough to glare over the edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For heaven’s sake, I’m getting to the good part. Can’t whatever nonsense you’re panicking about wait?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, it can’t!\" The other insisted, grabbing his uninjured shoulder and tugging insistently. \"Come on, you’ve got to see this! It’s bat-shit wild!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s...It’s a once-in-a-lifetime sight!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned in with a rabid look on his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Honestly, I still don’t believe it myself, even after seeing it with my own eyes and I need you to verify it for me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man on the bed sighed, exasperated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fine, fine. What is it you’re so worked up about this time? Someone dropped their lunch tray again?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just come on!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The impatient man dragged him, cast and all toward the hallway. The first patient muttered a few curses under his breath, stumbling along, but his curiosity finally got the better of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment they stepped out into the corridor, he thought he was seeing things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What in the—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He blinked hard, rubbed his eyes, and blinked again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, in the middle of the hospital hallway, surrounded by murmuring staff and gawking patients, was Lady Fauna herself, the Saint of Millions, the living legend of medicine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And she...wasn’t walking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wasn’t even sitting properly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was perched comfortably—snugly—right in the lap of a young man sitting in a wheelchair, his hands casually resting on the wheels while she leaned back against his chest like she owned the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They rolled slowly down the hall, followed by four young doctors—Cecilia and her colleagues—trailing behind them like a parade escort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man’s jaw dropped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What the hell—what the hell am I looking at?! Am I dreaming?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other patient grinned, his voice hushed with equal disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know, right? I know! Lady Fauna is literally sitting in the lap of some random guy! What is happening?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Word spread fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Doctors peeked out from doorways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nurses froze mid-step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Patients craned their necks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whispered voices rippled down the corridor like wind through grass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is that Lady Fauna?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who’s that boy?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why is she sitting on his lap like that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are they...together?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one dared to speak aloud. But every passing face had the same look—bewilderment and quiet scandal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first man with the fractured arm glanced down at his cast as they rolled by.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t tell me he’s another patient.\" He muttered. \"Maybe he broke his leg or something, and Lady Fauna’s cheering him up...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His friend snorted. \"If that’s the case, I really regret breaking my arm instead of my leg.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s so stupid.\" He replied even though he was already considering breaking his arm if he could get Fauna to sit on his lap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, completely unfazed by the chatter around them, Mika and Fauna rolled smoothly through the whispering crowd like it was just another stroll in the park.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika kept his expression calm, pretending not to notice the sea of stunned faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fauna, on the other hand, was humming softly, perfectly content in his lap, waving politely to every stunned staff member who bowed as she passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they finally reached the general ward—a wide, bright room lined with beds and white curtains, they were met with a chorus of quiet gasps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Patients shifted on their beds, pretending not to stare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the far end, Dr. Davis, the head warder, nearly dropped his clipboard when he saw the pair enter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"L-Lady Fauna!\" He stammered, rushing forward, eyes darting between her and Mika. \"W-What an honor! I—uh—what brings you to this side of the hospital today?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fauna smiled warmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nothing serious, Davis. I just wanted to check up on some patients myself, maybe do a little diagnostic round.\" She gestured casually at the doctors behind her. \"A small friendly competition between colleagues.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cecilia straightened proudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dr. Davis blinked, still staring in disbelief at the way she sat so comfortably in Mika’s lap before saying,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course! Of course, Lady Fauna! You’re always welcome. I was actually about to do my rounds now, but...\" He swallowed. \"...you’re far more qualified. Please, take over.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He handed her his clipboard, bowing respectfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"These are the patients I was scheduled to visit. You can start here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cecilia stepped forward, accepting the clipboard from him with a sharp nod. \"We’ll handle it from here, Doctor. Thank you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dr. Davis gave them a nervous smile, clearly still too flustered to process what he’d just seen, and hurried off down the hall, muttering something about needing a strong cup of tea because of the shocking sight he’d seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as he left, Fauna clapped her hands together with a bright, cheerful smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright then.\" She said, turning to Mika and Cecilia. \"Shall we begin?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cecilia adjusted her glasses, her confidence fully restored now that she was back in her element.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course, Lady Fauna.\" She said, then turned toward Mika with a smirk. \"Prepare yourself, boy. You’re about to be crushed beneath my divine medical knowledge.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika only blinked at her, unimpressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Divine, huh? Let’s see how that goes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rolled the wheelchair forward, Fauna still perched happily in his lap, until they stopped before the first patient—a middle-aged man with tired eyes and a bandaged arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the moment the man noticed who had entered his room, he froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes darted from Fauna to the four doctors flanking her, and panic instantly washed over his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh no...oh no!\" He gasped, clutching his blanket like a shield. He turned to his wife sitting beside the bed. \"This is it! I’m dying, aren’t I? I knew it! I knew it! They sent Lady Fauna herself! That means it’s something the normal doctors couldn’t cure! I’m doomed!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dear, please calm down.\" His wife hissed, but he was too far gone in his spiral. \"No! It’s true! I can see it in her eyes! She’s come to deliver my death sentence!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Fauna could even speak, Cecilia stepped forward briskly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, no, no—it’s not like that.\" She said, raising both hands. \"This is not your final diagnosis. Lady Fauna just wanted to do a quick inspection and routine check-up. Nothing more. Please stop panicking before you hyperventilate.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man blinked at her, still trembling. \"R-Really?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes.\" Cecilia assured him with an awkward smile. \"You’ll live to annoy your wife for many more years.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That seemed to calm him down, though his wife, now blushing furiously, was too busy staring at Fauna in star-struck admiration to notice anything else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Cecilia grabbed the clipboard from the side table, feeling her pulse quicken with anticipation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Alright, Cecilia, this is your moment.’ She told herself. ’Show Lady Fauna and that arrogant boy just how good you really are. Prove your worth.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before she could even read the first line on the page, Mika’s voice came through out of nowhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Atrial fibrillation due to hypertension. The recurring attacks confirms it...Alright, next patient.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cecilia froze mid-page turn. \"Wait—what?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was already rolling the wheelchair forward with Fauna still resting against him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Next one.\" He repeated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hold on, hold on!\" Cecilia nearly stumbled over herself chasing after them. \"What did you just say?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika looked up lazily. \"That’s his diagnosis. Anyway, next patient?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hold on!\" Cecilia blurted, flipping through the pages frantically. \"I didn’t even—wait, how did you—?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shrugged. \"Just looked at the clipboard. The answer came to mind.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cecilia frowned, flipping the chart open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No way that’s right...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when her eyes fell on the official report, her jaw dropped. It was exactly as he said—atrial fibrillation due to hypertension, confirmed through ECG and blood-pressure history.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So quick...\" She blinked several times in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Mika didn’t waste any time on her and was already rolling toward the next bed and Cecilia, now flustered but refusing to back down, hurried after him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She snatched up the next clipboard before he could speak. \"Alright, this one’s mine. I’ll diagnose him before you even—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Type II diabetes, mild neuropathy in both feet.\" Mika said casually without even looking at the clipboard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cecilia froze mid-sentence. \"You—You didn’t even look at the chart!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I didn’t have to. I saw the needle marks, the discoloration, the callus pattern on his feet when we entered.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She flipped open the results in disbelief—and again, it was correct. Every single detail matched perfectly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But still she wasn’t willing to give up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright.\" She muttered under her breath. \"That was just luck. The next one, I’ll handle.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She squared her shoulders and marched ahead to the next patient—a frail old man resting with an IV drip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before she could even open her mouth, Mika spoke casually, as if reading her thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Early-stage chronic obstructive pulmonary disease.\" He said, glancing briefly at the man’s chest movements. \"Likely caused by long-term smoking.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There’s mild cyanosis on the lips, and the breathing pattern’s consistent with early emphysema.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cecilia stiffened again. \"You—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Next.\" Mika interrupted, already rolling forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She quickly flipped the clipboard open, scanning the medical notes—and once again, her eyes widened in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was right. Every word, every minor observation matched the report perfectly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her teeth clenched. \"No way. There’s no way you can keep this up.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Mika didn’t even respond. He was already in front of the next patient, his voice calm, precise, and almost bored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Type I diabetes, hypoglycemic tremors. Probably skipped lunch.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bronchitis. Third recurrence this month.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kidney stones, lower-left abdomen. Pain reflex matches.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cecilia scrambled to keep up, flipping page after page, her breath coming faster as each diagnosis proved true.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other three doctors followed behind, whispering among themselves in disbelief as they verified every detail Mika stated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How is he doing this?\" One murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He doesn’t even look at the charts...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s like he’s reading the patients’ bodies like open books.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cecilia’s eyes darted between Mika and the files in her hands, disbelief and irritation mixing on her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You can’t possibly know all of this just by looking! Are you guessing?! You must be guessing!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika chuckled softly without even glancing her way. \"Guessing implies I could be wrong...But have I been wrong so far.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her face turned red. \"You—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before she could finish, he was already speaking again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Inflammation in the gallbladder. Early-stage cholecystitis.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mild pneumonia, left lung, lower lobe.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Severe anemia, iron deficiency—probably from long-term malnutrition.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He went on and on. It was like watching a machine at work, effortlessly scanning, assessing, and diagnosing with accuracy that bordered on supernatural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes he barely looked at the clipboard at all. Sometimes, he didn’t even touch it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d simply look at the patient, take one breath, and say it aloud—always right, always fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One by one, each diagnosis took less than a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cecilia could only trail behind helplessly, her confidence slowly collapsing. Her hands were trembling from holding the clipboard so tightly, and sweat began to form on her forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other three doctors were just as stunned, silently following Mika’s lead and verifying each record he mentioned, their expressions shifting from disbelief to reluctant awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This can’t be real...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This level of observation is impossible...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He’s not human...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He’s a diagnostic demon...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It took less than ten minutes for Mika to sweep through the entire general ward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something that normally took a team of doctors hours to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the end, the last patient’s diagnosis was correctly stated before Cecilia even touched the clipboard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Acute sinusitis.\" He said casually. \"You can tell by the swelling and the nasal speech.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And after finishing his job, Mika finally stopped rolling forward, turning the wheelchair slightly so he could face the exhausted group behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smiled faintly, his tone light but teasing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So.\" He said, tilting his head. \"Who do you think wins this one?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cecilia was pale, her hair slightly disheveled, her hands limp at her sides. The other three doctors looked like they had just finished running a marathon, utterly drained despite having done nothing but confirm his answers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Fauna, still seated on Mika’s lap, looked up at him with a radiant smile, pride gleaming in her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cecilia could only stare at him now, at that calm, confident smile as if she were staring at something inhuman, something far beyond her comprehension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mika Archiviste...\" She whispered under her breath, barely able to speak. \"Just what are you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just someone who read too many medical journals instead of story books as a kid.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika casually which actually made the all the doctors and nurses in the ward who were also listening in furious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It made them wonder if what they accomplished so far in life was even significant, when a kid like him who still smelled of his mother’s milk was accomplishing something that they could never dream of.\u003C\u002Fp>",2205,"2026-06-06T08:00:55.355Z",1,"novelbin.me","2fef86450f2fe2c2cf510012868b253fb6312e80d1796f92e5d567b811bb371f","sss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-chapter-246","sss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-chapter-244",529,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-cover.jpg"]