Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 124 I sincerely thank you

Gunshots are ringing.

Various gunshots, the sound of hitting objects or human bodies, human grunts, running and rolling sounds and brief exchanges are woven into a huge symphony.

Near midnight, the symphony came to an end and silence descended on the area again.

Then, suddenly, another gunshot rang out.

It was the blast of a shotgun.

Amidst the muffled sounds of humans suppressing their instinctive pain, several pistol shots immediately followed, and after another shotgun shot, there were several panicked voices, "Alert?!"

"Matsumoto police officer!"

"Police, hold on to the police! Quick, get the police to the police car first and call the ambulance as soon as possible!"

In the severe pain, Matsumoto Kiyonaga's mind went blank for a few seconds. He quickly gritted his teeth and braced himself. He was able to endure the pain of being hit by a shotgun and calmly reassured the panicked police officers, "Don't panic."

"Calm down and call."

He was supported by the police officers so that he did not fall to the ground, but he still managed to gather his energy and briefly checked his wounds. He saw dense bullet holes on the left side of his abdomen and left shoulder.

These are two wounds.

The first shot, a sudden attack that slipped through the net, was aimed at Matsumoto Kiyonaga's head, but he was noticed to avoid it, and the hit part was a little crooked.

The second shot hit the abdomen.

this hurt...

Matsumoto Kiyonaga's eyes darkened slightly, "Calm down!"

"I will briefly explain a few things," he spoke intermittently in a serious tone, "if I die tonight,"

A very penetrating voice sounded, forcibly cutting off Matsumoto Kiyonaga's last words and exploding in the police's ears, "Woo-lu-wu-lu--"

The sound was very rapid and harsh, moving from far to near, and at the same time, there were also flashing dazzling red lights from some low buildings.

It's an ambulance.

It was an ambulance approaching at a high speed with its bell ringing and red lights flashing.

Police officers: "!"

A police officer immediately shouted in surprise, "It's an ambulance!"

"Hurry up and stop..."

Before the sentence could be fully uttered, he realized something was wrong: the ambulance seemed, seemed, probably, coming towards them.

It came with precision and smooth sailing, braking hard near Matsumoto Kiyonaga.

The driver of the ambulance was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his 40s or [-]s.

His forehead was covered with sweat. When he saw Matsumoto Kiyonaga on the ground, he was startled for a moment. He subconsciously looked back and glanced behind him. When he turned around again, there was a bit of admiration and respect on his face, "Hurry up and get the wounded into the car!"

The door is open.

Medical staff came down with a stretcher, and the police officers hurriedly carried Matsumoto Kiyonaga onto the stretcher and then into the ambulance.

Before they could pick out one person to follow, the door of the ambulance was mercilessly closed, and the car started up again, speeding away at an even more urgent speed.

The car was lit with pale incandescent lights, and simple heart rate monitors were placed around it.

Under the dazzling light, Matsumoto Kiyonaga reluctantly opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was a panicked middle-aged doctor.

The unlucky doctor was about to faint, his hands were trembling, "Do we really need to do surgery?"

"on the car?"

"I can't do it, I really can't do it, this will be a medical accident!!!"

"Doctor Kanagawa!"

He looked like he wanted to be killed head-on. Compared with Matsumoto Kiyonaga, he looked like he was also seriously injured by a gunshot.

Matsumoto Kiyonaga frowned and looked to the other side. He saw 'Doctor Kanagawa':
This is a young man in his early 20s with black hair and red eyes. Compared with the panicked middle-aged doctor, he looks particularly at ease, even quite leisurely. His brows are relaxed and he holds an anesthetic in his hand. "Don't worry." , it’s just a minor surgery, as long as it’s successful, it’s not a medical accident.”

He noticed Matsumoto Kiyonaga's gaze, looked up and showed a gentle smile, "Manager Matsumoto, good evening." At the same time, he injected Matsumoto Kiyonaga with anesthetic without hesitation.

The technique was a bit rough, not even aimed, and the needle almost penetrated the vein like lightning striking a tree.

Matsumoto Kiyoshi snorted, "One,"

"Ichiko," he looked steadily at Ichimi Mirai's overly young face, his pupils dilating slightly, "Mirai."

"..."

He closed his eyes, opened them, and looked at the anesthetic, "..."

He closed his eyes, opened them, and looked towards the future, "..."

He looked at the anesthetic again and found that the transparent liquid in the needle had been pushed neatly into his body, "..."

He looked at the future again, "..."

"Well, congratulations, you called me out completely this time," Mirai Ichijo nodded calmly, "The situation is urgent, I will briefly explain the key points,"

"It takes one to two minutes for the anesthetic to take effect, but you had a shotgun wound and you should know what that means."

"We're going to start surgery and stitch it up now," he announced.

before the anesthesia takes effect.

This actually challenged the injured person's willpower, so Ichimi Mirai politely asked the injured person for his opinion, "Can you accept it?"

Then, without waiting for an answer, he said: "The airway is smooth, breathing is normal, and the left arm is slightly paralyzed. We are ready to open the airway urgently and start the operation if the breathing is blocked."

He performed debridement first, and his technique was quick and skillful, with a hint of haste and perfunctoryness. The whole process only took less than 1 minute.

"Most of them are penetrating injuries and tangential injuries, and there are metal residues in the abdomen. To avoid aggravating the actual damaged area, large abdominal wounds will not be sutured for the time being."

Gunshot wounds cannot be completely sutured immediately regardless of Sanqi 21. Ichimi Mirai can tell at a glance which wounds cannot be sutured temporarily and which wounds need emergency suturing.

He simply pointed out a few wounds that could not be sutured to Matsumoto Kiyonaga to increase the patient's sense of participation. "One, two, three, four, I will not suture these four wounds. I will only temporarily stop the bleeding."

"You are a police officer. You don't need me to tell you why you didn't get sutures."

He raised his head again and urged the unfortunate doctor, "Hurry up and sew it up."

"All the parts assigned to you need to be sutured."

He lowered his head again, selected some wounds that could be sutured, picked up the needle and thread and quickly sutured them, "You have medicine on your right hand, take three pills yourself."

"It's amoxicillin."

"It's effective against wound infections. I use it often," Mirai Ichijo thought for a while and added, "It may also be a psychological effect."

"Move on your own and eat quickly."

While speaking, he expertly sewed up a shallow wound, then selected the next wound. He frowned and urged the unfortunate doctor, "What are you doing? You don't need to sew too carefully, just do it roughly, and move faster. His abdomen needs to be checked as soon as possible."

"All the doctors in the surgery department are waiting for him. If you arrive at the hospital and you have not completed your task, you will become an obstacle on the road of Mr. Rescue Management Officer..."

"I'll help you."

Mirai Ichijo smiled, "Don't be afraid, I'm so kind, I'm the Messiah, I won't do anything to you, I'll just help you."

He looked at Matsumoto Kiyonaga and raised his eyebrows, "What's wrong?"

Matsumoto Kiyocho: "..."

...It seems that there is no need to say anything.

However, 'Messiah'.

The stimulation was too great. Matsumoto Kiyonaga calmed his eyes tiredly, calmed his mind again, and then opened his eyes again, and said the code that he heard on the first day of special training, which was called a pollutant, "I sincerely thank you." you."

Hearing this, Mirai Ichijo dug out a marble with some surprise, and immediately showed a sincere smile.

"you are welcome."

　I checked several papers and found that there are contradictions in different processing methods, so let’s leave it at that ()

　　For the sake of safety, please try not to do this, but it’s okay. Anyway, it’s someone else who crashes x
　　
　
(End of this chapter)