Officer Matsuda Wants To Save Himself

The effect of the anesthetic is quite effective. Matsuda Jinping now has no feeling in both arms. This is a very rare experience for Matsuda Jinping. There is a subtle illusion of losing both hands.

Because he clearly knew that the person in front of him was a policeman, the doctor didn't have any shyness, and said straightforwardly to Matsuda Jinping: "The wound is a little too deep, and it may affect the nerves and cause related sequelae."

As a result, Matsuda Jinpei hadn't reacted accordingly, and the doctor hadn't finished his lines. Hagihara Kenji smiled: "Just tell me the relevant situation, doctor."

"Matsuda, do you want to sleep first? You look sleepy."

Matsuda Jinping, who looked sleepy: "…"

The doctor explained: "This is normal, because anesthetic drugs have a certain sedative and hypnotic effect. In this case, Matsuda-kun has a good rest, and the gentleman will tell you the specific situation later."

Matsuda Jinping no longer wanted to complain about Hagihara Kenji's strange state, and rolled his eyes. However, due to the excessive blood loss and the effects of anesthesia, he is indeed a little tired now.

Now that the dressing has been completed, the opposite side of the live broadcast room should be relieved. Matsuda Jinping closed the live broadcast room without any notice, and closed his eyes while lying on the bed in the room.

As soon as he fell asleep, he slept until it was dark. Matsuda Jinping didn't even wake up naturally. After the effect of the anesthetic gradually subsided, the pain that overflowed from his hands made Matsuda Jinping frown, and he subconsciously curled up and was wrapped tightly by bandages. solid fingers.

As a result, before this action was completed, it was forcibly controlled by external force, so as not to cause the wound to expand again. Matsuda Jinping half-opened his eyes in dissatisfaction, and met a pair of soft and gentle purple eyes. The owner of the purple eyes asked, "Are you awake? Xiao Zhenping."

"..." Matsuda Jinping closed his eyes again with some disgust, and even wanted to turn his back on this guy - but the wound on his hand prevented him from doing so.

It was obviously only a problem with the two hands, but now it seems to have spread to the two arms. A slight movement will affect both hands, and even the movements of the upper body seem to be more careful.

Matsuda Jin calmed down for a few seconds, and sat up on the hospital bed with his arms propped up. In the end, this action still involved the wound. Matsuda Jinping's sleepiness disappeared in an instant. He gasped silently and narrowed his eyes. He said, "Have you been here all the time?"

"Compared to this, how do you feel now?" Hagihara Kenji put a pillow behind Matsuda Jinhei.

"Is it alright?" Matsuda Jinping thought for a while, then watched Kenji Hagihara stand up to turn on the light, and complained, "You didn't turn on the light at night, you almost startled me just now."

"Haha, sorry, I'm worried that you won't sleep well if you turn on the light." Hagihara Kenji asked again, "Are you hungry after sleeping for so long?"

Matsuda Jinpei did not answer immediately, but Hagihara Kenji followed Matsuda Jinpei's line of sight and met the two well-wrapped hands on the bed. The relaxed expression on Hagihara Kenji's face was momentarily stiff.

"I remember what the doctor said about the sequelae?" Matsuda Jinping tilted his head slightly and asked the question that Kenji Hagihara didn't want to answer.

"Tell me, it's not like you are hesitating like this." Matsuda Jinping's tone was so calm that he didn't seem to be talking about himself.

"It's not a big deal, it's just that it may affect the flexibility of the fingers, but it depends on the state of recovery and future rehabilitation." Kenji Hagihara poured a cup of warm water and brought it to Matsuda Jinping's mouth. Physically Stopping Matsuda Jinping's plan to continue speaking, he smiled and said, "Have you slept for so long, moisten your throat a little?"

Matsuda Jinping stared at Hagihara Kenji for a while, but the smile on Hagihara Kenji's face did not change at all, and even tilted his head innocently a few seconds later. The curly-haired police officer looked away in disgust, then opened his mouth and took a few sips along Hagihara Kenji's strength.

Judging from Hagi's performance, the sequelae of his hand are probably quite serious. Leaning on the side of the hospital bed with soft pillows on his waist, Matsuda Jinping looked at the empty ceiling and thought so in his heart.

The wish system gave him a guarantee of recovery, but even without this guarantee, Matsuda Jinping's mood probably wouldn't change much.

After all you have done it, what's the use of regretting it? And even if he regrets it, and do it all over again, will he make another choice at that time? Since none of this makes sense, what is there to care about.

Because the wound needs to be changed, and it is not convenient to go back and forth every day, Matsuda Jinping has been temporarily living in the hospital for the past two days.

Matsuda Jinping himself didn't care that much, but obviously others didn't think so. Matsuda Jinpei, who couldn't stand the delicate atmosphere, made a random excuse to throw people away, and immediately got up from the bed. After confirming that the location of the ward was only on the first floor, as if his hands were completely uninjured, he ran through the window and escaped. .

After the nurse who was sent out came back with a glass of water, she looked at the empty room with wide open windows and was extremely confused: "Huh? Where's the person?"

After finally leaving the naturally depressing ward, Matsuda Jinhei stretched a little, although the wound was still slightly involved, but after getting used to this level of pain, there would be no problem.

On the other hand, because of the case the day before, Kenji Hagihara, who had to go to the Metropolitan Police Department to report, received a call from the missing patient.

Hagihara Kenji: "..."

Officer Takahashi: "…"

Noticing the eyes Hagihara Kenji was looking at him, Officer Takahashi held his forehead and waved his hand helplessly, "Forget it, let's go."

After Kenji Hagihara spread his wings to the hospital at the bottom line of the traffic police, he walked towards the ward for a while, thought for a while, and walked towards the roof of the tallest building. Unsurprisingly, on the rooftop, I saw Matsuda Jinping lying on the edge of the roof in a daze.

That position is quite dangerous, and one could fall from a height if one is not careful. However, Matsuda Jinhei likes heights since he was a child, and likes to sleep in such dangerous places. Except for some avoidance during that time seven years ago...

Hagihara Kenji loosened the tie around his neck a little, and approached with a bit of amusement, supporting his hands beside Matsuda Jinping's position: "Miss Nurse is scared? Suddenly disappeared or something."

Matsuda Jinping turned his eyes slightly, and met his friend who was looking at him with a smile. The relationship between his two hands was injured and he could not support his head as usual, so Matsuda Jinping raised his arm, the sun fell on him, and the The coldness in the sky also seemed to be neutralized a little.

The shadows from his hands fell on his eyes after being hit by the sun, and Matsuda Jinping, who avoided the dazzling sunlight, complained, "It feels too depressing."

"I'm just hurting my hand and not dying?"

"...Well, the nurse is also worried about you." Kenji Hagihara asked, "How are you feeling now?"

"What else can I do? Painkillers work well. As long as I don't touch them, there is basically no pain." It was precisely because of the painkillers that Matsuda Jinping tried to stretch his fingers, but he was still the same as Hagihara Kenji. blocked.

"Is it necessary to be so careful?" Matsuda Jinping didn't insist, he relaxed the control of his fingers, and let the five fingers naturally remain bent.

"Speaking of which, why did Takahashi let you over?"

"Officer Takahashi is a senior officer - let's add honorifics anyway." Kenji Hagihara said with a smile, "It wasn't because someone disappeared that the hospital immediately contacted me."

"Hey." Matsuda Jinping put one arm over his eyes and lowered his other hand naturally: "It's okay for them, why do you react like this?"

"..." Hagihara Kenji was silent for a while, "Is the result still can't hide from you?"

"You should turn this question around." The half-long-haired police officer said, "It's because you were the one who was injured, that's why I reacted this way."

"It's not like this has never happened before." Matsuda Jinping said casually.

"Yeah, then you grabbed the knife with your hand, which startled my sister and I." Hagihara Kenji sighed, "Didn't you still complain afterwards that you couldn't dismantle things? The doctor also said that if the Work harder, and your hand will basically be useless."

Matsuda Jinping tried to recall: "...I can't remember."

"There are so many ways, but I chose the worst one." Hagihara Kenji sighed: "You are really the same."

In the first year of high school, Hagihara Chisou's friend wanted to commit suicide because of some things. As a result, Matsuda Jinping grabbed the knife that he wanted to commit suicide with his hand, making his hand **** and making the other party cry even more .

Matsuda Jinhei: "Are you complaining to me?"

Hagihara Kenji lengthened his voice: "Yes, yes - I'm just complaining to you."

This space fell into silence for a while, and after a while, Hagihara Kenji, who had not received a reply, was stunned for a while, and then he reacted and couldn't help complaining: "...What, actually fell asleep."

The half-long-haired police officer stretched out his hand hesitantly, but before he touched the injured position of his friend, the door to the rooftop was opened again.

"I couldn't find anyone in the ward, so I guessed it would be here." Idahang approached with a smile: "Speaking of which, I also met two acquaintances."

The two guys who walked in with Date Hang raised their hands and said hello: "Yo."

Hagihara Kenji made a silent gesture: "Keep your voice down, he's asleep."

"I'm not afraid of falling down when I sleep here." Even though Zero Tani said such a line, the volume was indeed lowered.

Zhu Fu Jingguang was worried: "Are you alright?"

"There may be sequelae, depending on the recovery." Hagihara Ken nodded and said hello: "How did you come here together?"

"I just happened to meet." Idahang noticed the details: "So you already knew...?"

Gu Ling raised the bento in his hand: "Someone ordered Poirot's takeout, or do you think I want to come?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang patted his friend who was wrong, and said with a low smile: "Songtian is asleep, you don't need to say such a thing."

Jiang Gu Ling pouted, and glanced at Matsuda Jinping, who seemed to be somewhat well-behaved because he seldom fell asleep: "After falling asleep, it is very deceptive."

When he fell asleep, the aura on Matsuda Jinping's body completely disappeared, the messy curly hair swayed in the wind, his eyes closed with a sense of sharpness, and the superiority of his facial features suddenly disappeared. On the contrary, because of his current state, he brought a subtle cuteness and an extremely deceptive sense of vulnerability.

"Compared to this..." Zhu Fu Jingguang glanced at Hagihara Kenji worriedly.

Needless to say, the importance of hands to Matsuda Jinping, but Matsuda Jinping's ability to adjust his mentality has always been good. Even if there is no way to continue to dismantle bombs in the future, or do this kind of work that requires dexterous fingers, with Matsuda Jinping's ability, even if he is transferred to the search class or other places, Matsuda Jinping can adapt quickly.

In particular, dismantling is just a hobby for Matsuda Jinping, even if it is not a job, as a usual hobby, it is not a big deal to drag your fingers back.

But according to the conditions they know so far, the situation at that time was too critical, Matsuda Jinping himself was probably fine - but what about Hagihara Kenji who faced that scene?

"How are you now?" Zhu Fu Jingguang hesitated, but asked.

Hagihara Kenji glanced at him, the curvature of the smile on his face did not change much, and even seemed a little relaxed: "Me? What can I do."

Zhu Fu Jingguang fell silent.

—Ah, bad.