Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 121 Dead
The patient's name is Matsumoto Kiyonaga.

He was about 40 years old, with a burly appearance and a wide chin. He looked like he must have a common language with Datehang, much like a gorilla.

The injuries on his body were very serious. He was hit by a shotgun at close range. Although not many parts were hit. Fortunately, his abdomen and chest did not become wind tunnels, but he was partially injured and his limbs were also open. A lot of holes were made.

There was a steady stream of red liquid pouring out from those wounds, symbolizing that Matsumoto Kiyonaga's life force was rapidly passing away, and his blood soon stained the hospital bed red.

The doctors and nurses were pushing the hospital bed all the way. Even so, red liquid would still drip down the hospital bed every ten meters, leaving marks on the white floor tiles.

He hovered on the edge of coma, but still maintained a certain degree of consciousness.

Ten patients with gunshot wounds were considered a relatively urgent matter, not to mention that there was a management officer from Souyi among them. All the doctors on the night shift had woken up and urgently assigned who would be responsible for each patient.

The one who was assigned to Matsumoto Kiyonaga was a doctor who was good at surgery. He ran with the hospital bed with a look of despair on his face and hurriedly checked Matsumoto Kiyonaga's condition.

After confirming that there were no police personnel around, only people from the hospital, he said with a grimace: "What if the rescue fails?"

"This is a shotgun!"

"Doctor Kanagawa," the unfortunate doctor was about to burst into tears, "Do you have any experience in treating shotguns?!"

I don't have any experience in treatment.

Mirai Ichijo thought for a while and decided to relax for the doctor who was almost crying. "You think it's unlucky that you have to perform the surgery on Administrator Matsumoto yourself, don't you?"

The unfortunate doctor said nothing, but nodded with tears in his eyes.

"It's okay," Mirai Ichijo comforted kindly, "This is not the most unlucky thing."

"The most unfortunate thing is that Administrator Matsumoto still has a breath."

"He didn't die in the car. He probably died on the operating table. It's still up to you to be the chief surgeon."

Given Matsumoto Kiyonaga's position, Mirai Ichichi thought about it and boldly speculated, "In 30 years, you won't be able to get promoted."

"How is it? Do you feel more unlucky?"

Unlucky doctor: "..."

He staggered and was almost carried away by the rapidly advancing hospital bed, but managed to stumble and stabilize himself. His whole body collapsed, "Doctor Kanagawa, what time has it been, and you are still joking!"

"If the rescue fails, your future will be affected too!"

Unfortunately, no.

Ichijo Mirai thought about it and corrected: Not in the medical field.

As for the future in the police system... Pretending to be a doctor to participate in rescue operations performed by high-level police officers will affect your future to some extent, but it is not a big problem.

At most it would affect the plan to disguise himself as a doctor and enter the detention center.

He smiled, his eyes turned around on the sweaty face of the unlucky doctor, and he swallowed the suggestion of 'Why don't we push him to the morgue while it's hot', and only reminded: "10 minutes."

Identifying gunshot wounds is a basic skill for every criminal who is roaming the world.

Ichijo Mirai could tell that the manager, Matsumoto Kiyonaga, really only had a few breaths left, and he would die completely in 10 minutes at most.

After 10 minutes, the unlucky doctor probably just performed the injection.

This guy is really unlucky.

Some people are dead but still alive, such as the dying Matsumoto Kiyonaga. He will always be active in the memory of the unlucky doctor, and he will come as scheduled every night and continue to visit.

Some people are alive but already dead, such as the unlucky doctor. He only occasionally pretends to be dead in the middle of the night and suddenly opens his eyes. "It's not that I don't understand why I have to be so unlucky?" ! '.

"...Are you laughing?" The unfortunate doctor was a little crazy, "Am I right, Doctor Kanagawa?"

"How can you still laugh calmly at this moment?!"

It was so crazy that the other nurses pushing the hospital bed could not help but frown. Even Matsumoto Kiyonaga, who was lying on the hospital bed in a daze, moved his eyelids and barely opened his eyes.He stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, gasping for breath and twisting his head. He looked at the unlucky doctor who made the noise. He was stunned for a few seconds when he found that the doctor's face was almost broken. He blinked hard and turned his head again. Look to the other side, to a future.

Ichijo Mirai smiled at him and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, it will be fine in a while."

It's no use being afraid.

It will cool down after a while anyway.

The performances of the two doctors were so completely opposite that Matsumoto Kiyonaga was stunned again. He blinked hard and looked steadily at the kind-hearted comforting Ichimi Mirai. Suddenly his face changed slightly, and he raised his hand to tightly hold Ichimirai. wrist, "one,"

His chest rose and fell violently, and the emergency hemostatic measures that were not very effective in the first place seemed to be non-existent. The blood gushes out faster, "One...!"

The nurse quickly reached out and held his hand, "Don't worry, Mr. Matsumoto, please let go of our doctor first."

She rescued a future and hurriedly said, "You two, hurry up and get ready. It will take time for other doctors to arrive urgently. You will definitely do the first operation."

They pushed Matsumoto Kiyonaga into the operating room, while the unlucky doctor hurriedly dragged Ichigo Mirai to change into surgical clothes and perform preoperative disinfection.

When treating a wound, it is necessary to disinfect it in advance to avoid secondary infection of the wound. Ichichi Mirai understands this truth and readily accepts it.

He had hijacked a doctor and forced him to tremble and disinfect the scene and treat his injuries immediately. He also calmly disinfected and healed his injuries. He also once or twice had the experience of first detonating a bullet to stop the bleeding and then disinfecting afterwards.

But I have never been in a hospital and disinfected myself as a doctor. It was quite novel.

The unlucky doctor's attention was not on disinfection. He quickly washed and scrubbed his hands absent-mindedly. He didn't notice that the future was quietly copying his own disinfection steps. Confirm, "Dr. Kanagawa, you really know how to treat shotgun wounds, right?"

"You don't look anxious at all, surely you do?!"

Mirai Ichijo is very patient, "I really want to tell you not to rush, but please hurry up."

"No matter how slow you are, you won't be able to sew a stitch before Mr. Matsumoto dies. It's very uninvolving. Please hurry up."

The unlucky doctor: "..."

"Are you still joking!" He rushed into the operating room in a state of collapse. "You must know something about being so calm. You are Isuke, Doctor Kanagawa. We must work hard for the future!"

In the operating room, everything is ready.

The anesthesiologist sat in front of the instrument and stared closely at the instrument screen. When he heard someone coming in, he turned his head. He was wearing a mask and a hat, only his eyes and eye skin were exposed, but some expressions could be seen.

A serious expression that is not optimistic.

He stepped aside a little and motioned to the two doctors to look at the various jumping numbers on the screen, "Be mentally prepared."

Be mentally prepared for rescue failure.

The unfortunate doctor took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He stood in front of the operating table, calmly lowered his head and looked at Matsumoto Kiyonaga's wound.

The nurse has done some simple cleaning. The blood that Matsumoto Kiyonaga had shed before has been wiped away, and now there is new blood seeping out.

But the wound is clear.

The unfortunate guy is calm.

He stared at the dense wounds for a few seconds, took the needle and thread calmly, and stared at the wounds again, "...I think I'm going to be finished."

The numbers on the instrument screen were still jumping, and the anesthesiologist could only inject some medicine with a bad expression, "Hurry up, he can't hold on anymore!"

It's not 'I can't hold on anymore', it's 'I can't hold on anymore'.

The unlucky doctor was sweating profusely and only had less than ten stitches. The heart rate on the instrument screen returned to zero, and the electrocardiogram became a vertical green line.

Matsumoto Kiyonaga died.

(End of this chapter)