What to do with the brother who likes his classmates from the police academy

"Beep-"

"Bleeding...where's the tourniquet!"

"I need urgent surgery..."

"Doctor, this patient..."

"You must help me, doctor! This is the only brother I have!"

"I will try my best to treat you, don't worry."

The nurse fastened the belt of the surgical gown for Feng from behind, and Feng put on the sterile gloves, and then disappeared behind the door of the operating room.

"The operation was a success."

From dusk until late at night, the operation was barely completed.

After several hours of continuous standing and full concentration, Feng couldn't help shaking her body when she got off the operating table, and a black snowflake flashed in front of her eyes briefly, but she recovered quickly. In the eyes of the nurses, the doctor had almost nothing. question.

"Sorry, you can't go in yet."

Seeing that the patient's family members were about to rush into the operating room, Feng raised his hand in time to stop him.

"Why?! I'm going to see him soon!"

The family member had a beard that covered most of his face, and he raised eyebrows and raised eyebrows angrily, which made the little nurse back a few steps in fright.

However, Feng remained motionless, but still stretched out one hand.

"The patient will come out soon, please stay calm."

The tension on his face didn't seem to be fake, but it was a little too anxious. Feng thought of the injury suffered by the patient just now——

Shots in the limbs, and a blunt blow to the back of the head, it is a blessing among luck to be able to save one's life.

But why he suffered such an injury, the reason is naturally intriguing.

She recalled that before the operation, the ambulance driver stammered: "I heard that the patient was a robber... Oh, a lot of people died, including children."

If it is true, it is not too much for the patient to die ten times.

But not on her operating table.

"I warn you! Don't stop me, you bitch!"

The bearded man's eyes were red, he flicked left and right, but he couldn't get past the seemingly petite female doctor in front of him, he was so angry that he raised his hand high in anger——

"Click."

"Taro Murase, arrested at one o'clock in the morning on suspicion of intentional homicide."

The police officer with a cold expression and clear eyebrows handcuffed the bearded man with silver handcuffs.

"You killed your boss five years ago and stole all the cash from his house, and you have been on the run ever since, until you met your brother Murase Jiro, and the two planned to rob Mihua Bank, killing four people in the process. "

Before the bearded man could react, the police officer had calmly reported the crimes committed by the two brothers.

"I'm not……"

"Skynet is fully restored, and it's not lost. * Now, for your sophistry, wait until the interrogation room to communicate with my colleagues."

The raised hand fell powerlessly, and the bearded man clenched his fist.

"I mean, you have a good idea!"

He only glanced back at the operating room which was turned into a green light, and rushed out without hesitation!

Even though his hands were handcuffed, his strong body was like a cannonball, and the nurses on the road couldn't help but lean against the wall and tremble.

but.

"Where do you want to go? Murase Taro!"

The same chubby police officer had already squatted by the door, pointing his black muzzle at the bearded man, successfully stopping him.

He took a few steps back, facing the policeman with eyes flashing unwillingly.

Suddenly, he saw a good opportunity——

"If you come here again, I will kill this doctor!"

Feng, who was so tired and leaned against the wall, was suddenly shrouded in a shadow.

"careful!"

"Be honest with me... ah!"

The strong and huge body was flung to the ground like a feather.

Still head on the ground kind.

Feng pressed his neck with one hand, pulled off the mask with the other, licked his dry lips with the tip of his tongue, leaving crystal water marks, looked down at the "patient's family member", and said:

"Are you calling me?"

"Sorry to surprise you."

Poor Murase Jiro, whose life is hanging by a thread, after waking up from anesthesia, the first thing he saw was not his elder brother, but heavily armed policemen.

Many police officers escorted Murase Taro, and some went in to see Murase Jiro, but the original white-faced scholar-like police officer stayed behind.

"My surname is Zhu Fu, my name is Gao Ming, and I am a police officer in Nagano Prefecture."

The ancestral home of the two Murase brothers is in Nagano, and he came to Tokyo this time to settle an old case.

Zhu Fu Gaoming looked at this doctor who was very calm from the beginning, and then he overthrew the murderer who had been on the run for five years with one move.

She took off her bulky surgical gown, and inside was a close-fitting V-neck short-sleeved hand sanitizer. The deep emerald green and the simple style were not pretty, but it set off her extremely white skin, extremely black hair, and a few wisps. Wet with sweat, sticking to the temples.

She was sitting on a bench in the corridor, with one leg crossed under her leg and the other leg dangling in the air, like a little girl.

Feng was eating the supper sent by the little nurse, that is, high-sugar biscuits that can quickly restore physical strength, and her cheeks were bulging.

Hearing such a formal self-introduction suddenly, she was choked for a moment, coughing uncontrollably, her throat filled with dry biscuit crumbs, and tears came out of her eyes.

At this time, a glass of clear water was handed to her.

The most common disposable paper cup, with white mist on the cup surface and a temperature that is not hot.

Feng drank it all in one gulp, and then slowly recovered.

Blinking and shaking off the two tears sticking to her eyelashes, she raised her head and took a closer look at the police officer.

"Thank you for the water... My name is Ren Zufeng, and everyone usually calls me Feng, or Doctor Feng."

He has a pretty corner of the eye, like the upturned strokes that Feng likes to write when writing, slightly raised, which makes the whole gentle face more sharp.

Feng also likes his names very much, Gao Ming and Kong Ming, which remind people of the military strategist who strategized with feather fan and scarf in the Three Kingdoms period.

"Doctor Feng."

Zhu Fu Gaoming follows goodness like a stream.

"Then you can do the same as everyone else and call me 'Kong Ming'...officer."

Feng smiled slightly, and the corners of her eyes were bent. She felt that she liked this police officer more. He was not like those old-fashioned guys.

My mind seemed to recall the conversation I had with my mother this morning.

In the early morning, the well-dressed Ms. Mieko Yamamura is sitting at the dining table with freshly ground coffee in her hand.

"How is your doctoral dissertation going?"

"almost."

Feng, who had just stuck his coat to his head, paused slightly, and replied to his mother with the corner of his mouth.

It almost means to start choosing a topic.

Ever since she planned to be admitted to Dongda University, Feng didn't know that she had such potential in her body-not only was she admitted to the medical school, she even skipped a grade in the middle, although she was the youngest one, it did not prevent her from becoming a medical student. King of kings.

But everyone basically responded like "As expected of Mieko Yamamura's daughter".

As if being a mother's daughter explained everything.

"That's good... I won't stop you from what you want to do," the tone remained the same, but the topic turned 180 degrees, "but don't let the whole family be implicated, understand? Neither Ninzuzu nor Yamamura was caught by you." It means dragging into the water."

"……I see."

Feng tried to smooth out the wrinkled collar, but when he failed, he simply let it go. Anyway, he still had to change into work clothes when he arrived at the hospital.

After Mieko Yamamura said this, there was no more to say. She finished her coffee, checked the contents of her bag, and went out.

"Also, don't be late for work."

The director of Tokyo Ninjazu Hospital warned the newly appointed attending physician.

When the sound of closing the door came from the entrance, Feng poked his head out and made a grimace at the door.

"It means let me find a way to change my surname..."

In Neon, where the surname represents the family in a sense, the best way to get rid of the influence of the family is to change the surname.

Obviously it's just a superficial effort, but it can make the society affirm that you have nothing to do with the family.

Feng thought, after all, it would be more natural to marry and change the surname.

...But where can a person who spends his adolescence spending his entire adolescence looking for a marriage partner? !

No, if the timeline is pushed forward, she seems to have known quite a few good-looking guys before she became the king of scrolls.

Feng suddenly trembled, thinking of Izuo's sinister smile.

"If Feng wants to marry someone bad, besides me, even Mikey will kill him."

...Well, although she didn't have any idea at the time, what Izuna said was probably useless.

After all, it is impossible for her to bring Izona here.

Weird.

Time goes back to the present.

Feng stood up suddenly, only half a step away from the brilliant police officer, and the tip of his nose, which was poisoned by the smell of hospital disinfectant, seemed to smell the refreshing cedar smell.

too close.

But Feng didn't pull away the distance, instead pursed the corners of his lips, raised his head halfway, and his hair fell to the back of his neck with a little itchiness.

"Hello, Gao Mingsang," she opened her eyes wide, "it's like this—"

"I fell in love with you at first sight, can you marry me?"