Mi Xia [Net King]

Umeda Wang helped move the young man back to the house, and helped clean up the injured professionally.

When he saw the gunshot wound, his expression didn't change, and he didn't even ask a word. After confirming with Hirano Bixiang not to send him to the hospital, he was silent for a few seconds, calmly went back to his home to fetch a complete set of tools, and urgently helped with an operation.

Fortunately, he was wearing a bulletproof vest. The bullet seemed to be shot at the body after a refraction, and the speed was weakened. Although the bulletproof vest was still pierced, after another resistance, the remaining force was not strong, so it did not penetrate deep into the body. The tear surface inside the wound is not large, which can be said to be a miracle compared to normal gunshot wounds.

Dr. Umeda asked Hirano Bixiang to take out a blood bag of type A blood from the spare blood bank hidden in his home, and completed the blood transfusion for Keigo Atobe. The operation took out all the bullet fragments, neatly stitched the bandage, and then hung up the anti-infection drip , observing the situation minute by minute, until the breathing and heartbeat gradually returned to normal frequency, the body recovered and even started to have a low-grade fever, then turned to look at Bixiang Hirano, who was firmly focused on the sidelines and refused to even move his eyes: "It's okay gone."

Hirano Bixiang's dull eyes finally revealed a little light.

The heart that was floating in the air sank to the ground, she took a deep breath, because the blood supply to the brain was insufficient due to bending over for a long time, and the graying and confusion in front of her eyes took a long time before gradually returning to normal: "Dr. Umeda... Thank you."

The slender man in a shirt and black pants smiled, and while slowly wiping his fingers that had been wiped many times, he said casually, "One of these troubles is enough."

Compared with Nozomi Umeda's always spotless and meticulous image, tonight's rush can be said to be slovenly.

There is no tie on the neck, the sleeves of the shirt are bent, and the two buttons on the top have been torn apart indiscriminately, revealing the thin collarbone and the thin but explosive muscles on the chest.Not even wearing glasses!A pair of dark gray pupils with a particularly rational and sharp gaze, no matter how gentle the smile is, it can't conceal the indifference and strong sense of oppression.

Hirano Bixiang looked at him, and suddenly remembered the complete set of medical equipment in the dark room next door, and even the blood bags of various blood types in the freezer. If it wasn't for the lack of an operating table, it would be comparable to the operating department of a large hospital... suddenly felt a little cramped , bowed his head not knowing what to say.

A light weight rests on the head.Hirano Bixiang raised her head suddenly, and saw the cleanliness doctor reach out and pat her head.

"Don't think about it," Umeda Wang said helplessly, "don't think that I'm some kind of perverted doctor...my unconscious brother is...a black market boxer. Thanks to him, I'm always forced to fight for him or his My partner dealt with some serious injuries that were not suitable for exposure. But two years ago, he finally crippled his leg, and I was liberated. I moved here because I wanted to have a new start. It is a habit to prepare some equipment and blood bags at home. Prepare for some accidents... Look, isn't this useful?"

Hirano Bixiang blinked blankly, then smiled slowly: "Thank you."

"Don't be too nervous, he's in good health, the wound shouldn't be infected, but fever is inevitable, just take care of him."

As a doctor, he could tell at a glance that this young man was a type of perennial sportsman, and his body function should be excellent. He comforted Bixiang Hirano, and then told her some emergency treatment methods after a fever, "Although the wound is fine, the internal organs There are still more or less shock injuries, remember to feed liquid food, vegetables rich in chlorophyll and easy to digest, strictly avoid meaty hair, I don’t need to say this?”

"Yes, I know." Hirano Bixiang nodded vigorously.

"It's almost dawn, I'll go back and have a rest... Tomorrow's day shift, I'll come and have a look after get off work, and call me if there's anything wrong."

He wrote a string of numbers on the pen and paper handed over by Bixiang Hirano.

"Thank you doctor." She was extremely grateful, but that was all she could say.

Umeda nodded with a smile, and was sent to the entrance by Hirano Bixiang. He was about to go out when he suddenly stopped and turned his head: "Is...that child's...father?"

Hirano Bixiang was stunned.

The doctor seemed to find her reaction amusing.

"Uh..." Hirano Bixiang's heart skipped a beat, and she really found it difficult to answer.

Dr. Umeda had met Keigo Atobe when she was a child. At that time, she lied casually, saying that she was a relative's child, but this time, he saw Keigo Atobe at this age again. Like, it's impossible to say that there is no blood relationship.

Probably because the rare embarrassment on her face pleased the other party, Dr. Umeda shook his head and smiled teasingly: "Don't worry, nothing will happen."

Saying goodbye, he turned and walked into the night.

The torrential rain in the summer night has stopped, and the whole world is in a state of distress after being hit by violent wind and showers, but the flowers and trees are greener and redder. In the east, the gray light of the sky breaks through the gap in the night, the deepest darkness before dawn has passed, and a new day is about to unfold with great light.

Hirano Bixiang couldn't calm down.

She stared at the unconscious young man on the bed, no matter how calm her expression was, her whole state of mind was still in the fear and fear of a rainy night.

She has experienced such despair once in her life, and it has almost destroyed her. But last night, when she looked at this seriously injured person, she seemed to have seen such an ordeal of pain running through her whole heart again, and then she realized how much he meant to her. important.

Hirano Bixiang rubbed a wet towel again, and wiped his forehead and palms for him.The burn is not very severe, and the body function must be very fragile in the initial recovery at this moment, so I dare not use ice packs.

The nervous tension all night made her feel extremely tired, all the circuits in her head were extremely tense, and the fatigue increased exponentially after she calmed down, but she still kept her eyes wide open to look after the patient. She herself felt that poking her with a finger would fall apart like paper.

But for some reason, she just refused to move.It seemed that once out of sight, he would disappear without a sound.

The older Keigo Atobe is countless times more beautiful than when he was young.

The boy's facial features were very delicate, with almost no flaws to be found.The corners of the eyes are slightly upturned, the eyes are sharp and proud, even if the mind is calm and peaceful, the innate sharpness cannot be erased.Short purple-gray hair, hard hair with slightly upturned ends, and I don't notice that I often stroke the tear mole at the corner of my eye with my finger... But when it grows up, it is compellingly handsome.

The facial features are mature, but the outline that was originally described as exquisite has faded away, replaced by unimaginable handsomeness. Those edges and corners that once flaunted in the face seem to have been smoothed, but the sense of oppression emanating from the temperament is getting stronger and stronger. Even paleness and sickness could not hide the brilliance of that face.

But... unforgivable.

Hirano Bixiang could think of his worries, but she kept them on her mind.

Is there anything more important than life?

The rule is that when he encounters a fatal crisis, the power will bring him to this time period. The previous two times were before the crisis, but this time, he has already suffered a fatal crisis.

That was a gunshot wound!Or the ventral side, a place that would directly harm the organs!

When he came, it was raining heavily in the middle of the night, he was bleeding profusely, and his body temperature was extremely low. If it were another person, he couldn’t think of any other way to save him than sending him to the hospital. He could only watch him die Drain!

Is there any reason why he can't go to the hospital even if he resists?

Even if he is afraid of being recognized by acquaintances... Hirano Bixiang pursed her lips, and suddenly felt a little cold. This Keigo Atobe's age is too similar to the Keigo Atobe in her world...so he is afraid of being recognized. Do people recognize it?

The closest to home is Hakone Hospital, so maybe there are... people he knows well in the hospital?

She was at a loss for a while, and a cold sweat made her shiver suddenly.It sent him to her, and what if...that power knew her neighbor, Dr. Umeda, could save him?

Is this fate?

She felt that her head was a little heavy, she got up and found a dress to put on, but she was still a little chilly.

After measuring the body temperature again to confirm that the young man's condition had not deteriorated, she slowly moved to the kitchen to prepare porridge.

Keigo Atobe woke up at dusk that day.

Consciousness is vaguely formed in the mind, there is no strength in the whole body, and the sensations other than pain are seldom felt, and the eyelids are as heavy as a thousand ounces, as if even opening them requires strength.Then there is thirst.As if a fish in a dry rut was about to be tanned by the sun and lacked water, for a long time, he could hardly feel the temperature of his body, only felt that he was a piece of dried bacon.

The lips seemed to be touched by something, and some warm liquid flowed from the gap between the lips. It took him a long time to identify it before he could barely distinguish it as salt water.The brain started to move, and then the memories sealed by the coma began to make waves again.

Those flowers bloomed crazily in unknown corners. The boy in the shirt and trousers took a rose flower from her. It was obviously a hallucination, but he seemed to smell the overwhelming fragrance of roses. 'Ah, why are you crying again? ' she smiled and kissed the young child.In the empty neighborhood at midnight, two people walking side by side under the street lights. 'I want to remember you. '...

Atobe Keigo fell asleep again amidst such intoxicating warmth and sadness.

After waking up from this sleep, the body is much more relaxed.Although the limbs were still as heavy as if they were being weighed down by heavy objects, they could barely feel and move.Then a strong sense of hunger came to my head.

He opened his eyes and squinted for a long time before realizing that the light in his field of vision was not stinging. On the contrary, the room was very dark, only the dim light from the two wall lamps beside the bed came through, it should be night.

He turned his head subconsciously and glanced around, and then saw the silent figure on the other side of the chair.

"...Xiang." It took him a long time to say the name with difficulty.

Hirano Bixiang sat very far away from the bed, almost a diagonal distance.The temperature in the room wasn't too low—maybe it was because of his fever—but she was dressed a bit thickly, with a long-sleeved blouse over a cotton nightdress.It made her look smaller.

The soft hair was randomly twisted and tied on one side, and a few strands of hair fell down and draped over the shoulders. His complexion was not very good, and he looked even paler under the dim light, and the tip of his nose was also a little red.

...Yes, she had a cold after all.

It rained in the middle of the night last night. Not only was she drenched, she was also frightened all the way. After cooking the porridge, she felt that something was wrong. She took a thermometer to her forehead and tested it. The temperature was quite high.

After taking the medicine, I wrapped myself up. I was very sleepy but dared not fall asleep. I stayed closer to the bed because I was afraid of contracting the cold virus. I searched the medical kit but couldn’t find a mask. Dr. Umeda came over just now and saw that her only symptom was a fever. It's okay, but she still thinks it's better to pay attention, so she simply opened the window and sat far away by the window.

Atobe Keigo had never seen her expression like this, it was so light, so light that it was almost indifferent.At least he didn't find a similar expression in all his memories.

Ok?

Hirano Bixiang was holding the tablet in her arms, and the beating light of the webpage flickered in her eyes. When she found that the patient on the bed had woken up, her heart suddenly started beating wildly, but she tried her best to restrain her joy.

Get up, go to the kitchen to bring food, go to the bed and help the person up, feed and take medicine.

Then he picked up the tablet he was reading just now and stuffed it into his hand.He went back to the window and sat down.

The memory is still in the process of integration, real but strange, kind but distant, Keigo Atobe doesn't know how to speak.Can only eat passively, until a tablet computer with a small screen is stuffed into the hand.

He hesitated and turned his head to look at her, facing the eyes of Hirano Bixiang quietly watching him, dazed, then looked down at the screen.

"Gunshot wound collection: The bullets used in fire-guns are lead bullets. Because the lead is relatively soft, all kinetic energy is often released after hitting the human body. The specific performance is that the bullet head is severely deformed or even ruptured, resulting in horns in human tissue. type cavity, the trauma area is hundreds of times the cross-sectional area of ​​the projectile, plus the damage caused by the huge pressure on the blood circulation system of the human body in an instant..."

His eyes flickered slightly, and those things that he couldn't remember at the moment suddenly jumped to the surface of his thoughts.

She is angry.She doesn't talk to me.

But before the frustration and self-blame came to my heart, my mind was more like this screen swiping repeatedly.

— she is so cute.

Oops, she's so cute.

The author has something to say:

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I said earlier that this week will be updated every other day, and those who don’t read what the author has to say hahaha.Then repeat again, there are only two protagonists in this article, Bixiang and the uncle, and let us applaud Mei Longtao~

Please change the hair color and eye color automatically in your mind.

I used the animation version, I think purple gray and dark blue are more gorgeous and domineering ~ Blonde hair and blue eyes are so bad...

PS: In fact, some things are revealed in this chapter. Every age group has a different attitude towards memory and Bixiang.Because it must be linked to the experience and personality of each age group.

The little angel wrote three long comments in a row~ Especially those two who complained about the old man from the perspective of patience, they are quite good!It can be regarded as a sideshow~ The comment library is smoked, everyone look at the best comments on the right, can you see it~