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

"Miss Yamamura, don't worry, our hospital will definitely send the best doctors to treat you!"

As a doctor's daughter, Feng has understood a truth since she was a child: if you walk into a hospital and someone in a white coat comes up to greet you with a smile, you just have to smile back.

Especially when the four generations of the Ninzu family are doctors—don't underestimate the four generations. Over a hundred years ago, the multiplication of contacts and resources accumulated by each generation is incomparably terrifying.

Even as a "rebel" in the fifth generation, the courtesy Feng received was extraordinary.

After all, in the eyes of most people, politics, police, and medicine are an inseparable community of interests. Feng's entry into the field of politics and police* is just because the Ninzu family is not satisfied with just shining in the medical field and decides to set foot in a new field.

And Feng is just a woman, she can find a suitable heir for Tokyo Ninzu Hospital through marriage.

While guiding Feng to the VIP ward, the dean was secretly annoyed, why didn't the nephew who was in the medical school come over to be on duty today!

"It's good to be here," Feng stood outside the ward, "Thank you Dean."

"It's not hard," the dean touched his sparse Mediterranean Sea, and smiled honestly, "Miss Yamamura is the one, you must have a good rest. Although our hospital does not have as good medical resources as Tokyo Ninzu Hospital, we will definitely do our best. Guaranteed to be no worse than those big hospitals."

"Well, I believe in the level of your hospital. The wound is sutured cleanly. I think I can be discharged tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

"Hahaha, as long as Ms. Yamamura is satisfied." Although he felt that Feng was joking, the dean was still in a good mood, "I hope to have more exchanges with Renzu Hospital if I have the opportunity."

"I will mention it to my elders," Feng maintained the smile on his face, "By the way, Mrs. Shimada also asks you to take care of her. She is pregnant and is going to give birth soon. I have been frightened too much today, so I am very worried. .”

"Don't worry about it." The dean patted his chest and accepted the job.

"Excuse me... is this the mountain village police officer's ward?"

When Feng just lay on the hospital bed and took out the medical records with his unbandaged hands to look through them, a head popped out from the door of the ward.

"Please come in."

In the blink of an eye, a policewoman came in from the door, with a flattering smile on her face, followed by the fierce policeman.

"Excuse me, Ms. Yamamura," Uehara Yui walked to Feng's hospital bed in a few steps, "I brought Gan-chan to apologize..."

Da Hegan's assistant was carrying a fruit basket for visiting patients, and was patted by You Yi, and he stepped forward reluctantly.

"Sorry, I was impulsive at first."

But his attitude is quite sincere. After all, he seems to be a person who refuses to admit defeat. It may be more difficult to make him bow his head than to kill him.

"It's okay, I was wrong too," Feng accepted the fruit basket, "I thought you were from Yakuza... your attitude is not very good, sorry."

"Hahaha, because of such a face, Gan-chan is often misrecognized."

"Actually, there are quite a few police officers with vicious faces in my class," Feng also laughed, "passers-by are afraid to come forward to talk to you when you are on duty."

The two female police officers naturally had a lot in common, and the more they chatted, the happier they were, but Ganzhu gradually became fidgety, and the little nurses patrolling outside gave him several looks, as if they thought he was a bad guy.

"I'll go out and wait for you," finally, before the little nurse held the internal phone to call the security guard, she dared to help open the door and go out, "I will be on duty in the afternoon, don't forget."

"How could I forget—" Youyi stretched out her voice, "Ah, it's already twelve o'clock. Fengsang, then I'll take my leave too, and I'll come see you tomorrow!"

She chased the figure of Ganzhu and left.

Looks like a good relationship.

Feng already knew that the two were childhood sweethearts, so it was no wonder that they were not as close as ordinary superiors and subordinates. That day Youyi specially sent a police certificate.

Pulling down the fruit basket, there are many kinds of fruits, but there are not many that are convenient for Feng, who only has one hand.

When she touched an apple, she just planned to take a bite.

"There are often a lot of pesticides or microorganisms left on the skin of the fruit. It's better to wash and peel it before eating." He took the apple from her eyes with one hand, "If the maple mulberry is inconvenient, let me do it for you."

"Then thank you," Feng rolled his eyes, "Mr. Gao Ming."

Thinking about it carefully, Gao Ming's words are very similar to what Fugu Ling would say - he first uses a lot of theoretical allusions to convince others, and then he makes his own request. Should we say that they are all top students? The way of thinking is subtly similar.

But in action, he is a bit like Jing Guang, and in terms of caring, he is impeccable, because he is a brother... With the sound of water, Feng flipped through his medical records absently, but if he had to say it, he was not like anyone else. .

After all, she couldn't treat Gao Mingjun the same way she treated Jiang Gu Ling or Jing Guang.

"Is the wound more serious?"

The skin of the washed apple was shiny, and the water droplets were wiped dry. Gao Ming sat by Feng's hospital bed and took out a knife to peel the skin slowly.

"It's nothing serious," Feng tried to move his arm, "I used the best first aid gel, and I didn't expect this hospital to have it in stock."

First Aid Gel is a kind of gel medicine used for trauma, which has the functions of quickly stopping bleeding, anti-inflammatory and antibacterial, astringent wounds, and promoting cell regeneration in wounds. It is a product jointly developed by Renzu Hospital and Baijiu Pharmaceutical in the past few years. Medicine that can save lives.

It's just a pity that there seem to be some rare ingredients in it, which belong to the state of price and no market. Originally, Baijiu Pharmaceutical has been working hard to develop alternatives and strive to popularize this medicine, but after the company's sudden bankruptcy, this project has no People took over, and now only the laboratory of Renzu Hospital will make a batch from time to time and donate to the Metropolitan Police Department, Fire Department and other places.

"Give."

"This is... a rabbit apple?" Feng looked at the fruit on the porcelain plate with some curiosity, "Gao Mingjun won't treat me like a child."

That being said, she inserted a piece of fruit into her mouth with the prepared toothpick, and the cut fruit was very delicious.

Since he is a skilled cook, Feng belongs to the kind of people who are basically not interested in troublesome fruits that have not been peeled, such as mangoes and pineapples. They like strawberries that can be eaten after simple washing. If you cut it into pieces and put it on a plate...

"How do you know I like to eat this."

She gave Gao Ming a thumbs up approvingly.

"It's easier to eat when cut into pieces," Gao Ming smiled. "I used to peel apples for my brother before, and he liked it."

"Jing Guang?" Feng chewed an apple with puffy cheeks, "It's a bit hard to imagine, is this a must-have skill for a long man?"

I vaguely remember that Takashi Sangu also peeled rabbit apples when he visited her who was injured in the past. He often had to take care of his two younger sisters, so he was very handy.

"Can you say that?" Gao Ming remembered that Feng knew Jing Guang, and laughed, "Isn't it too much skill?"

I always feel that I accidentally revealed my brother's dark history.

I took a few bites of apples and finished eating them quickly, and it was time to talk about business.

"We have already questioned Mrs. Shimada." Zhu Fu Gaoming sat on the simple plastic stool provided by the hospital, but with a dignified air, "according to her, it was Brahma who threatened her to instigate her husband to commit suicide Kill, the Yakuza member who kidnapped her is also a member of Brahma."

Feng frowned slightly, that person who is good at disguise...is it from Brahma?She didn't think so, but she had no proof in hand.

"Regarding the former, Mrs. Shimada provided us with recording evidence. It is basically certain that Mr. Shimada's death was caused by external factors. Moreover, Mrs. Shimada was originally the orphan of the leader of the Shuanghe Society. Brahma has enough reasons to target her. As for the latter, I want to hear your opinion out there."

"I..." Feng frowned, "Can you let me meet Mrs. Shimada? There are some things I have to ask her to be sure."

Feng asked Gao Ming to wait outside the door for the end of the conversation between her and Mrs. Shimada—generally speaking, the female police would undertake the individual interviews of pregnant women, young girls and other women. The five big and three thick gorilla male policemen and female policemen made them trust even more.

Mrs. Shimada was asked by Yui before.

Seeing Feng coming in, the woman half lying on the hospital bed smiled weakly.

"Good day, Miss Police."

Seeing that her lips were dry, Feng handed over the water on the table.

"Good day, Mrs. Shimada," Feng sat down, "may I ask you a few questions?"

"Please," Shimada's wife nodded to Feng, "you are my savior, I will know everything."

...She actually became the savior of the daughter of the murderer who killed her father.

Feng turned his eyes away: "You told me before that you love Mr. Shimada deeply, right? Then why did you say that you persuaded him to commit suicide?"

...It's too tactful. If the interrogation instructor of the police school sees her like this, she will be punished for copying books.

Mrs. Shimada stroked the water glass in her hand.

"Miss Police, do you still remember when I said that it was because of me that Shimada fell into the dark world... Actually, it was because of me that he went to work as a cleaner at that time."

"After the collapse of the Shuanghe Society, my illegitimate daughter is not worth mentioning. Because of this, Brahma only controlled my life and did not take my life."

She talked about the past when she was held by Brahma because of loan sharks.

"I've served as a wine escort, sold a kidney, and shipped some unappealing items for the Yakuza...I've done everything for money, and many people like me like a good-looking commodity, except for Shimada."

"After I married Shimada, I lived a peaceful life...until the loan sharks came again," she smiled wryly. "Those familiar black suits remind me of one thing now."

"Those who have stepped into this world, don't think about leaving cleanly."

"In order to pay off the debt, Shimada took over the job of a cleaner. This kind of work, once done, is your trick. If you want to continue to live, you have to keep doing what they say. That day, Shimada Tell me he killed someone—I knew it would happen sooner or later."

The woman looked fragile and fragile, but under the long, black algae-like hair, Feng seemed to see a black poppy flower, swaying alone.

"It's better to let him die for me than to be silenced by Brahma. At least in this way, I can still appreciate the value of being his wife."

Her words made Feng's hair stand on end.

"Sorry, that doesn't seem like I should say it? But that's what I thought... I approached the Brahma people and told them I'd silence Shimada, and they paid me and hooked me up previous debts."

She is Yakuza's daughter, and Feng gradually realizes this. Her behavior has a distinct imprint of Yakuza, which is rooted in her childhood education, life and blood.

Does she really... love Shimada-san?Or just love a phantom that will give her a peaceful life?

"I probably understand," Feng stopped her, "to change the question, is it Brahma who hijacked you?"

"Miss Police... It's better not to understand some things."

Mrs. Shimada stroked her belly, the bottom of her hand, the beating of life.

"I like you very much, so I don't want you to live long, and I don't want you to become like me... If only you could let me die at that time."

She laughed: "At least in that case, I've done a good thing."

Feng felt a kind of suffocation—she suddenly remembered that she wanted to seek justice for Mr. Shimada, at least to let Mrs. Shimada get the insurance money she deserved, and live a good life with her unborn child.

But now, she is equivalent to sending Mrs. Shimada to prison indirectly.

... Is her pursuit meaningful?