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Blood trickled down.

There are not many facilities on the ambulance, and it can only provide first aid. Hirashima Yang was seriously injured, so when he got the news that he did not have to wait for the relatives and friends of the injured to get on the bus, the doctor quickly pulled the back door of the ambulance, and then the red and blue pairs The flashes sounded and rushed towards the nearest hospital.

The night view of the city flashed outside the car window. Inside the car, Date put his hand on Hirashima Yang's wrist.

Ping Daoyang's pulse is now only slightly beating, and every time he beats, his heart rises and falls, for fear that even this slight beating will disappear.

"...Tokikawa Toya!" Datehang gritted his teeth.

Kenji Hagiwara sat aside, leaning forward, resting his forehead with the side of his hands, his fingers were full of dried blood.

"It's my problem." His voice trembled slightly, "I've already noticed that something is wrong with that guy, if only I could pay more attention."

I already feel that Shi Chuantou is not a good person, why did he let down his vigilance and put Xiaoping Island and him alone? !

Kenji Hagiwara was secretly annoyed.

He looked at Hirashima Yang lying there from the corner of his eye.

——You must hold on.

The next moment, the speed of the ambulance accelerated again.

At exactly eleven o'clock in the evening, the ambulance arrived at Hokkaido Hospital.

The emergency personnel in the car kicked open the door, pushed the stretcher car and ran in, faster than the two policemen: "Doctor! Someone needs to be rescued here!"

A group of paramedics came running down the corridor.

"Send it to the emergency room immediately! Immediately implement rescue!"

The whole hospital became lively in an instant, and there were many people.

... what to do next?

Hagiwara Kenji and Date Koji looked at each other, and found that the other had the same eyes as their own, and they were at a loss as to what to do next.

——Go in?

--certainly.

The two of them settled down and stepped into the hospital gate together.

At 11:30 p.m., rescue outside.

Matsuda Jinpei and Natalie hurried over.

Two panicked footsteps woke up the hospital corridor at night, and the voice-activated lights went all the way to the door of the emergency room.The cold light sprinkled on the tiles reflected some kind of cold emotion.

——This is the entrance of the emergency room of the hospital. Life and death are very common. The lights silently illuminate the prelude to each operation, and then the patients are rescued inside, and relatives and friends are waiting for the judgment outside.

"How's the situation?" Matsuda Jinpei wiped the sweat off his face.

Hagiwara Kenji lowered his head, "...the light has not been turned off yet."

The light never went off.

Matsuda Zhenping looked at the red "rescue" in a daze.

"Don't worry, Hirashima-kun will be fine." Natalie hugged Date, who was sitting in a chair, who had been silent all this time. "don’t worry."

Datehang buried his head in Natalie's arms.

After a while, he said vaguely: "Sorry, Natalie, I forgot you there today."

Bad emotions are also graded, and some of them cannot be confided to family members.Natalie blinked, touched the back of Itahune's neck, and handed out the steps softly: "It's okay, there is nothing to apologize for."

She lowered her eyes, and there was infinite tolerance in her blue eyes.She never took her hand away from the back of Itahang's neck, but gently comforted it, like stroking a puppy that was soaked by heavy rain.

There was silence in the corridor.

At one o'clock in the morning, the lights in the emergency room went out.

The moment the door of the emergency room opened, the four of them jumped up from their chairs and moved towards the doctor.

"How is he?"

"Fortunately, it's a shame." The doctor took off his mask, "The rescue was successful, and now he is going to be sent to the intensive care unit."

But before these people cheered for joy, the doctor slowly continued the next sentence——

"It's just that the location of the patient's injury is more dangerous, excessive blood loss, and long-term malnutrition. We are not sure when he will wake up."

The atmosphere in the entire corridor froze again.

The minds of the three police officers were blown into a blank. Those who wanted to cheer, want to jump for joy, and rejoiced that Pingdao was fine were instantly shattered by such sad news.

For a moment, the entire corridor seemed to be muted. Kenji Hagiwara took a few steps back and leaned his back against the cold wall.

What is Hirashima Yang not knowing when he will wake up?

Kenji Hagiwara was a little bit overwhelmed.

How did it end like this?

At two o'clock in the morning, Mu Mu Shisan rushed to the intensive care unit and brought news from the relevant high-level officials.

It seems that those high-level officials did not expect such a development after the Tokyo Tower bombing, which could really cause a policeman to be seriously injured and near death.So they panicked and called in the middle of the night, conveying the order layer by layer, so that the police must cover all of Ping Daoyang's medical expenses.

Matsuda Jinpei became angry immediately: "They don't really care about Hirashimayo at all!"

No matter whose conspiracy it is, if you really care about your subordinates, you won’t be unable to approve the 2000 million yuan. You can only let this police officer who can’t dismantle bombs go to the Tokyo Tower to dismantle the bomb. If you really care about your subordinates, you won’t think about it Push Hirashima Yo out to block the gun!

As he spoke, Matsuda Jinpei couldn't help but think of the policeman who arrested his father by mistake but didn't apologize to his father.

Calculate the age of the high-level executives, and go back seventeen or eighteen years, which is almost the same age as that policeman.

"They're all the same." He was furious. "Sooner or later I'm going to beat them up."

Mu Mu Thirteen sighed.

"It's all for the future, Matsuda." Mu Mushisan said, "Before that, letting them cover the medical expenses is the best choice."

Medical care in Japan is very expensive. Even if the police have medical insurance, the cost of hospitalization is not a small amount.

How much money can Hirashima Yang, a policeman who has only been a policeman for three years, have?If he is hospitalized for more than three months, his savings will be wiped out.

In this case, it is best for someone to cover the medical expenses.

Mu Mu Shisan thought so, so he also said: "You can squeeze as much wool as you can from the high-level, and Pingdao can produce as little as you can."

Thinking about the experience during this period, Mu Mu Shisan also became angry.

"The wool is plucked from his grandma!" He swears, "This time I have to pluck all the hair!"

If he doesn't bald this group of people this time, he is not worthy to be Ping Daoyang's immediate boss!

Several people looked at each other and hit it off.

The doctor who came to observe the follow-up of the patient: "..."

He began to regret why he had to open the door.

But the door was already open, and the unlucky doctor could only stare at the policemen in the room for a while, and then smiled cautiously.

"I'll see what's going on," he said.

The doctor has been a doctor here for six years and has seen too many people. Every day, people come and go vigorously. It is common for a family to be united and an organization to be not monolithic.

***

"Are you... is he still... still awake?"

"A few years... wake up..."

"Pingdao Police... The Metropolitan Police Department still..."

Familiar voices came to my ears intermittently.

Hirashima Yang opened his eyes with difficulty and turned his head.

The vision was blurred at the beginning, and several color blocks were reflected on the retina. After blinking a few times, the color blocks gradually turned into a clear portrait.

Hagiwara, Matsuda, Date, a child, and a man with pink hair.

"You guys..." Ping Daoyang said.

The voices of those who were talking at the entrance of the room froze, and then they all turned around.

"Xiao Hirashima!" Hagiwara Kenji rushed over, and finally stopped in front of the hospital bed, taking into account Hirashima Yang's physical condition. "You're finally awake!"

Hirashima Yang's words to Hagiwara were a little enlightened.

What do you mean I finally woke up?

His memory still remained at the moment when his throat was cut and he was dying, and the pain in his throat was still vivid and real—it was an experience that could not be treated as a hallucination at all.

"It's been seven years since your throat was cut by Toya Tokikawa." Kenji Hagiwara explained to him.

Hirashima Yang: "...Seven years?"

He raised his hand to touch his neck.

The wound across the throat has become an irreversible scar, showing that it has existed for a long time.But miraculously, the body does not feel any muscle atrophy.

Then he looked down at his hands again.

Clean, pale, with calluses on the palms, and slender joints, what he was like when he went to Hokkaido is what he is now.

"...So I still won the bet." He whispered.

"What won?" Kenji Hagiwara was puzzled.

"It's nothing." Ping Daoyang got up from the bed, "How long did it take to save me?"

"About two hours."

From a medical point of view, if the method is online, it only takes a few minutes at most to cut the throat and die.If it is rescued, it can last for more than ten minutes and it is still within the normal range, but it can last for two hours, which is really unscientific under the method of Weique.

The only explanation is that this is the author's protection for important supporting roles.

——He won the bet on the Tokyo Tower that year.

Hagiwara Kenji looked at the thoughtful Hirashima Yang and seemed to want to say something, but before he could say anything, the little boy with glasses, suit shorts, and a red tie around his neck approached.

The little boy's eyes were full of joy, with genuine feelings and no falsehood.

"It's great that Officer Hirashima is awake!" Conan's crisp childish voice echoed in the ward.

Only then did Ping Daoyang see the little boy's face clearly.

He was silent for a while, and finally said in doubt: "Kudo Shinichi, it's fine if you don't protect your eyes and wear glasses, but why are you so short?"

I haven't heard Yusaku Kudo say that his son has this problem.

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