Conan's New Police Story

Chapter 93 See you tomorrow, good night [Chapter three]

Katsumi Uehara had a dream, a long dream.

In this dream, he realized all his wishes in this life——

Go to Dragon Ball and hold NO.18 Bulma, and fight Mai Shiranui and King in King of Fighters;

In a blink of an eye, he flew into the universe and boarded an old spaceship named BeBop, and traveled with his partners among the stars to find his own past;
After landing, he was lying on the bed of the three Maoyan sisters. When he was chased like a dog, he bumped into a city hunter named Yayu Liao at the corner.

He is the light of the sea, Altman Aguru, revived in the glorious scene of Moses dividing the sea, and came to the world with the sacred BGM;

He is the memory king in Fengdu, but in the end he was kicked to death by that half-tough guy by the wind——

Ok?
Kick to death?

No, why would I have such a dream?
But if I hadn't been kicked to death...why would I feel so much pain all over my body?

Katsumi Uehara felt pain from the gradual recovery of consciousness in one dream after another. At this moment, he felt like a test subject, soaked in a fish tank by an evil organization that wanted to conquer the world, and his body was full of transformation tools. tube.

He tried to open his eyelids to regain the light, but the damn heavy feeling made him want to give up after several failed attempts.

Until, a voice appeared.

"Uehara?
"Self-denial?!

"Doctor! Nurse! He's moving! He's awake! Come here! Is he about to wake up?!"

Urgent and somewhat hopeful words, the voice is as beautiful as an angel.

Uehara Katsumi vaguely felt that this person's voice was very familiar, but he couldn't remember who she was for a while.

He felt something was wrong, and he really wanted to see who was calling him.

One struggle, two struggles...

The recovered consciousness poured into the man's mind continuously along with the memories before the explosion, and a light that could not be hidden no matter what, shone into his atrium the moment his eyelids opened——

A woman, a woman in a blue-violet lady's suit with a wrap-around skirt.

The excitement and joy in the exquisite brows are hard to describe in words. After seeing him open his eyes, the woman walked to his bed in three steps and two steps: "Uehara! Uehara, do you still know me? ?!"

"Sato... I, am I not dead..."

His voice was as dry as a desert that had lost moisture, and the air flow that was continuously conveyed in the oxygen mask fluctuated as the man woke up.

The doctors and nurses who were also very pleasantly surprised were standing in front of his hospital bed, calling different people.

"You're not dead, you're not dead...yes, you're not dead."

Miwako Sato, who was squatting on the ground and grasping the side railing of the hospital bed with both hands, felt a little choked up in her throat, knocked her forehead on the railing for a long while, after sorting out her emotions, she quickly raised her head, bit her lips and said softly with a smile: "You Not dead, we rescued you, the doctors rescued you..."

"Heh... I'll just... say, the scourge... left... for a thousand years..."

"Stop talking, stop talking, now you need to rest, you have been lying down for a long time, and all the functions of your body have not adapted to your recovery."

Seeing that the man seemed to want to continue, Miwako Sato hurriedly stopped him: "Take your time, take your time, you know?"

Katsumi Uehara who heard the words slowly closed his eyes again.

——? !

Miwako Sato's eyes widened in shock, and she suddenly turned her head to look at the doctor who was checking various values.

"Don't worry about Officer Sato, Officer Uehara's physical indicators are recovering well, he is just simply tired. It's like a newborn baby, who will feel tired soon after opening his eyes."

The doctor gave her a reassuring answer: "This is a good start. With the awakening of consciousness, Officer Uehara's body will gradually recover to a normal level."

It's fine...

Miwako Sato, who had made a false alarm, breathed a sigh of relief.

"Next, my suggestion is that you can visit him gradually, but it is best not to visit him for more than 20 minutes a day. After all, what Police Officer Uehara needs most now is to rest."

"Okay, good doctor, thank you."

"You're welcome, Officer Sato, it's our honor to be able to save a hero."

Miwako Sato, who watched the doctors and nurses leave in a hurry, turned to look at the man on the hospital bed who was breathing evenly with his eyes closed, and a bright smile could not help but rise from the corner of his mouth.

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"Hello, dear viewers, I am today's on-site reporter Reina Mizumura, and behind me is the famous St. Luke's International Hospital in Tokyo.

"According to the information from the hospital and the police, the Metropolitan Police Department's first search department, who was responsible for turning the tide in the Mihua Central Hospital bombing and the submarine tunnel bombing, has woken up from a coma some time ago.

"It is reported that the chairman of the Suzuki Foundation and the chairman of the Takasugi Foundation have postponed several meetings tonight, just to come to the hospital to visit the Uehara Police Department.

"The Hakuba police director and deputy director Momohoshi Toshio of the Metropolitan Police Department and other high-ranking police officials also rushed to the hospital tonight..."

After the man who had been transferred to the general ward saw off the last group of friends who came to visit him, he sat on the hospital bed and stretched his waist with difficulty, and chanted comfortably:
"Ah~ When will I be discharged from the hospital? I'm going to get rusty lying on the bed every day."

"It's coming soon, the doctor said to observe for two more days, and you don't care if you lie down for two more days."

"I care, I care a lot, my ass is almost full of hemorrhoids."

"..."

After peeling the apple, Miwako Sato turned her head and looked at the lazy man on the hospital bed with a funny face: "You know, I'm already starting to miss that Katsumi Uehara who doesn't open his mouth very much and doesn't talk much."

"It's a battle-damaged version, of course it's rare and valuable."

Katsumi Uehara, who lifted the quilt and got out of bed and jumped twice, stood in front of the window and twisted his waist. Through the moonlight outside the window, he looked at the reporters who were chasing after the hospital gate like sharks smelling of fish. .

Suzuki Shiro's group of dignitaries who had just come out of the ward were surrounded.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk."

"Please come in."

There was another knock on the door of the ward, and a beautiful figure walked in, holding a fruit basket for visiting patients.

"Good evening, Katsumi; good evening, Sato-kun."

The short-haired woman smiled and put down the fruit basket in her hand, and greeted the two people in the ward.

"Natsuko? You're still here so late?" Katsumi Uehara blinked, and instinctively looked at Miwako Sato who was biting an apple as if watching a play.

"I just finished grading the papers. I thought it had been a long time since I visited you. After thinking about it, I decided to come up and take a look. But it seems that I don't need to come again in the future."

The woman named Xia Zi smiled and put down the fruit basket in her hand: "You seem to be recovering well."

"Uh, it's really good."

"When will you be discharged from the hospital?"

"I don't know, probably within the last week, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing, I'm just curious about your heroic deeds. Not only me, but also them."

The woman with a rather direct style of speech said with a smile: "It's just that I'm a primary school teacher now, and I have more time."

"Then I think you will see me on the news." Uehara Katsumi shrugged and refused.

"After so many years, you really haven't changed."

Shibuya Natsuko, who seemed to be feeling something, shook her head: "Okay, I've already gone to work at Kubado Elementary School. I have time to have a drink after I'm discharged from the hospital. I'll go first."

"Walk slowly."

Katsumi Uehara, who unwrapped the fruit basket and randomly picked an orange, turned his head and glanced at Miwako Sato, who was still eating an apple. The latter couldn't help blinking when he saw him looking over: "What's wrong?"

"You don't even know how to help me out?"

"What's the matter, she's your girlfriend, not mine."

"?"

Uehara Katsumi slowly put out a question mark: "Ex, ex, ok? I broke up when I was a sophomore in college, and she went to the United States for further study later on. We haven't been in touch for a long time."

"peaceful breakup?"

"peaceful breakup."

"Is this the number of ex-girlfriends who have come to visit you repeatedly in the past month?"

"..."

Uehara Katsumi bared his teeth, frowned and thought for a while: "The seventh?"

Miwako Sato smiled but said nothing.

Katsumi Uehara, who broke off a piece of orange and put it in his mouth, frowned: "Tsk, it's so sour."

"It's good for you to eat some."

Picking up her suit jacket from the chair and putting it on, Miwako Sato straightened her collar and gave the man a white look: "I'm still picky."

"Leave? Don't wait any longer?"

"Stay longer? Forget it, if any of your ex-girlfriends comes to you at night, I'll be a light bulb if I stay here."

Katsumi Uehara broke another piece of orange and put it into his mouth. He frowned and handed a piece to her: "Tsk, try it, it's really sour."

"Have it?"

Sato Miwako glanced down, stuffed it into her mouth and chewed without hesitation, and raised her eyebrows as usual: "It's not sour at all, it's still very sweet."

"You are arrogant."

Katsumi Uehara, who had nothing to say, gave her a thumbs up: "See you tomorrow."

"Good night."

Miwako Sato, who had quickened her pace, turned and left the ward——

"Hiss?! What kind of orange is this, why is it so sour?!"

As soon as the door of the ward was closed, Miwako Sato, with a colorful face, hurriedly pulled out a piece of paper from her pocket, spat out the slice of orange, wrapped it together, and threw it into the trash can.The tongue stirred the mouth, sour that the facial features were twisted.

　ps: Well, 02:30, not a big problem!better!
　　pps: Three more!Ask for tickets~ask for support~
　　Put a small bowl~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)