Contract with the Magician under the Moon

I saw the incident related to the back alley of the convenience store on the news. It was said that the infighting between different groups of the Jidao led to casualties, and all relevant personnel involved have been dealt with.

This kind of report is obviously a high-sounding reason for closing the case to prevaricate the public. Even my dad stopped his chopsticks when he was having dinner and couldn't help complaining: "Hmph, there must be some shady inside story. Every time there is a problem, I will Throwing the blame on Jidao Neidou..."

In this regard, my mother directly threw a chopstick in her hand at my father's face: "Stop commenting, have you forgotten how you were transferred?"

My father Shingo Ichijo, an excellent surgeon with first-class skills, was once the first surgeon in Tokyo General Hospital.

A big tree attracts the wind, and a big name attracts disaster.

About ten years ago, he was plotted against during the factional struggle in the hospital, and then he was moved to work in a very remote, very poor, and very short-lived hospital, and he was forever away from disputes.

It sounded like a transfer, but in fact it was just throwing him to a hospital where no one wanted to shit.

My mother always suspects that he likes to talk nonsense to offend people, so she started talking about it ten years ago.Later, when my dad climbed to the position of dean, she talked less.

However, my father himself didn't care much about being in the middle of nowhere and not getting ahead.As long as he has surgery, he will not complain.

"Oh, why are you bringing up what happened ten years ago again... Besides, I'm not talking nonsense, there must be some ulterior inside story." Mr. Shen Wu pointed to the TV screen, still insisting on his point of view .

"Shut up, you!" My mother glared at him, and threw the other chopstick over.

I silently put down my chopsticks and exited the table.

This is my real father and my real mother. Their attention could not be diverted. On the night of the accident, their own daughter happened to be buying soy sauce in that convenience store!

I sighed secretly, if the matter is really over as reported in the news, that would be fine.

Because what Kidd reminded me made me pay more attention, the danger he said should be true.It must not be easy for him to come forward to find me on his own initiative.

I don't know how to solve the matter behind this, besides, I'm just an ordinary JK and I don't have that ability at all.

Or, I can only follow Kidd's next reminder.

If I was in a hurry to get away and tell my parents that I might be in danger, they would just hahahaha and tell me to call the police myself.

At least until something really happened, everything I said seemed like a fantasy.

However, after Kidd, who called himself Qiuyue Alice, found me that day, he never appeared again.

It's good to keep me safe.

Ah.

A man's mouth, a liar.

I knew it was impossible for him to protect me, an ordinary person who had nothing to do with him.

Thinking about it now, everything that happened between Kidd and me was really like a dream.

What kind of encounter, what kind of memorization, and what kind of deal.

It really was a dream!

So what he reminded me... can I just ignore it?

Things should be over, I think so.Those messy dangers should be far away from ordinary people like me, right?

However, after I tried to think so optimistically, reality gave me another slap in the face.

On the last day of the weekend, my father, Mr. Kami Shingo, was called to the hospital early in the morning and forgot to bring his lunch in a hurry.

My mother was going to go out to play mahjong with Aunt Gongyong, so the task of delivering bento was entrusted to me who was supposed to stay at home and have nothing to do.

I dare not say no, because my mother used to play Sanda.

My mother, Yiyi Linlinhua, is said to have won the district competition when she was young.But her winning trophy is engraved with her old name, Rinka Yamaguchi.

This kind of surname made me suspect that she had that kind of...that kind of unharmonious background.

Forget it, it doesn't matter anymore.

With a bento in my arms, I took the bus and wobbled all the way to the hospital where my dad was, and I had to sit all the way to the terminal.

When I arrived at the hospital, the nurse who knew me received me, because my father was undergoing an operation and hadn't come out yet.

I don't think it's a major operation, maybe it's just cutting someone else's appendix, the kind that interns often do.

After putting his bento on his desk, I realized I forgot my house key.

I can't help it, it seems that I have to stay in the hospital or go shopping around the whole day, and I will go home together when Mr. Shen Wu gets off work at night.

I can only choose the former, because there is an unknown country near the hospital, and I have been tired of visiting since I was a child.

The hospital where my father works is so small that almost no one wants to be hospitalized here, so the news that there is an inpatient number today makes me curious.

But what really aroused my curiosity was that the hospitalized people, even the nurses, didn't know their identities, and for what reason they moved in, they only said that they were asked by the dean's acquaintances.

My dad's acquaintance?

Maybe...the kind of person who goes to a big hospital for treatment and may attract the police.

I remember that there used to be members of an underground idol group who often came to the hospital. They were called backstreet girls or something. I heard that my dad has a good relationship with the producer of this group...

When I walked to the front of the ward, there was no one inside. The nurse sister said that the patient number in the operating room was the patient number of this ward.I would like to ask a few more questions. The operation over there has ended, and the postoperative patients are being pushed here.

Of course, I couldn't affect the work of the hospital, so I consciously stood at the side of the corridor to make way.

When the cart passed me, I saw lying on it was a handsome young man who looked like he was from the city.

My father followed me at the end, and he was walking and chatting with his grandpa or grandpa, who wore glasses and was bald like a Mediterranean.

"Zhuli?" My dad saw me, stopped the conversation with Grandpa Mediterranean, and waved to me, "I'll introduce you when I come."

I obediently walked in front of the two of them, saluted and said hello: "Hi, grandpa, I am Yiyi Zhuli."

"Principal Yiyi's daughter is so old..." the Mediterranean grandfather looked at me with eyes filled with relief, and sighed.

does he know me

I always feel that the first reaction of the old people who are not very familiar with them when they see acquaintances and children is also this line.

"Zhuli, come, call me Grandpa Terai."

"Hello, Grandpa Terai."

Terai smiled at me like a Maitreya Buddha, but he was much thinner than Maitreya Buddha.

After saying hello to me, he turned his head and leaned closer to my dad's ear, whispering: "My young master will leave it to you, please be sure..."

"I understand, don't worry, the operation was a success."

"Then I'll leave first, and I'll trouble you later."

"You are too polite. I have been taken care of by you and his father before, and it is easy to do."

The two exchanged a few words in a low voice, and finally said their goodbyes. Terai also left the hospital soon, looking in a hurry, probably because there was something urgent.

I didn't hear the specific content of the conversation very clearly, but I caught some key words.

This Grandpa Terai is an old acquaintance of my dad, and the father of the boy in the ward is also an old acquaintance of my dad.

I suddenly felt...Mr. Ichijo Shingo, your background is not very simple!

"Dad, what kind of operation was it just now?"

"That... let's cut the appendix."

Isn't this talking nonsense with your eyes open!

The youngsters who were pushed out were obviously wearing oxygen masks, which were obviously only needed after major surgery. How could it be possible that they were just having their appendix cut!

I stared at my father's face for a long time. Sure enough, when he lied, he was afraid of being stared at.

But before I continued to ask, the nurse from the other end of the corridor stopped my father: "Dean, the patient in 302 needs you to go and see it."

This yell just gave my dad a reason to run away, he suddenly didn't hold back his relaxed expression of relief, and patted my shoulder: "Zhuli, watch and play by yourself, dad is going to work."

Watch and play.

I have heard this for ten years.

I also want to know that my father deliberately avoided the operation that the boy had undergone, maybe it was really something shady.

But can something unspeakable happen to a boy who is about my age?

It's impossible to be involved in the previous incident like me, right?

While my father was away, I slipped into the juvenile's ward. He was still in a coma, and the fog on the oxygen mask whitened and dissipated rhythmically when he breathed.

The hospital gown on his body looked a little loose, and the white bandage was exposed at the neckline.

I think he must have undergone major surgery, the kind of chest cavity opening, even if you think about it with your toes, it is impossible to cut the appendix...

The name plate on the bedside said Kaito Kuroba, and there was a row of drug names written on the list hanging on the IV rack, which I couldn't read anyway.

Near noon, when my stomach told me it was time to eat, I realized a very serious problem.

I brought a bento to Dean Yiyi Shenwu, but I didn't have lunch for his own daughter Yiyi Zhuli.

The world is real.

Seeing that I was the director's daughter, the sister nurse gave me a sick meal.

Because the hospital was really boring, I just sat in the ward of this teenager who was about my age and waited for him to wake up.

Maybe we will have a good chat with him, maybe?I can also pass the time waiting for my dad to get off work.

When Kuroba regained consciousness, I was sitting in front of his hospital bed eating lunch.

There was a sudden movement at the head of the bed, and I stood up holding the lunch box.

Seeing the boy slowly opened his eyes, I was a little excited: "Are you awake? Do you want me to call the nurse for you?"

His eyes still seemed a little slack, turning slightly without focus.After his brain gradually returned to normal function after anesthesia, he noticed me in the ward.

For a short moment, I seemed to see surprise in his eyes, that look seemed to say "Why are you here".

"Hello? Are you okay? Do you need me to call someone for you?"

I kindly asked about his needs, but this guy reached out and went straight to ring the nurse's bell on the bedside.

"Hey, this is too embarrassing for you!"

"Eating in the ward, have you considered my feelings?" His voice sounded weak, but the slightly teasing tone made me understand that he was not angry, but simply teasing me.

"Didn't you wake up just now..."

"So, can you explain to me why you are eating here?"

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The author has something to say:

Thanks Papa Ann and Papa Luna for mine!

Douzi was injured in the previous incident. As for the need for chest surgery, I thought of an explanation and convinced myself.

When I was watching doctorX before, there was an episode where a child fell and shards of porcelain entered the blood vessel from the wound, and then almost rushed into the heart with the blood flow.So what I thought was, it wasn't that Douzi had injured his arm before, and the fragments of the broken shell rushed into the blood vessel...

Because a father's hospital is a black hospital, so I don't have to think too much about the situation when I let him in for treatment.

I'm afraid this condition is too unrealistic, so I won't put it in the main text. Let me tell you here. If you have a concept of major surgery, it's fine.

There are too many elements in this chapter, you can guess which other Easter eggs I put.