Conan: The Mechanic

About two minutes later, the ambulance carrying Yuichiro Asakura turned on its lights again and galloped away from where it was parked.

"What happened just now?" Still unable to contain her curiosity, Chiba asked Shiho a little embarrassedly. "Why did Gregory dismiss such a big political seniority..."

It's a bit ashamed to say, Chiyu probably knows that he may have overlooked something very important - using the auxiliary unit, he should not have fallen behind any of his peers in this regard, which made him in both Fujiwara and Shiho. A little embarrassed after the comprehensible expression on his face.

"You mean, why doesn't Gregory want to lay down the old governor who looks like wealth and fame?" Shiho glanced at Chiba while examining a woman's wound. "Middle-aged and elderly, severe leg pain, purple toes, reticular marbling, think about what pathological condition it might be?"

In fact, this problem is not difficult for a person like Chiba who endorses more than practice, and has a screening machine such as an auxiliary unit - he is only temporarily blinded by the benefits of treating high-level officials like Yuichiro Asakura. .

"Cholesterol leg embolism?" He gave the answer almost without hesitation. "You mean, he has trashfoot?"

"Otherwise?" Shiho just asked this round indifferently - there is no doubt that this is the answer.

Cholesterol embolism is commonly seen when some fragments of atherosclerotic plaque detach from the body and eventually block the distal blood vessels as emboli. When this kind of embolism occurs in the legs, the situation that Yuichiro Asakura just now occurs in the feet. This disease... the wounds that have already been caused will be irreparable, and any treatment can only prevent further damage - in other words, the moment Yuichiro Asakura saw in Gregory, Already a waste.

Originally, Asakura Yuichiro's injury was just a huge open wound, not serious. But now, there is still such a risk in his body - if the treatment of the governor with only visible and known trauma is a low-hanging fruit. To perform a high-risk surgical operation for a celebrity who has suffered trauma and has such a serious internal disease is completely in the danger of wealth. Maybe he will die directly from the malignant complications of atherosclerosis during the long operation, and he will not even be pushed off the operating table alive.

Gregory thinks he is already the world's first-class doctor, and he naturally believes that he does not need to be like a circus clown, by performing difficult performances to make himself more famous. That's why he pushed this beautiful patient to others like that.

Thinking of this, Qianyu shook her head, and then gave her own diagnosis to the injured male in front of her. "It's not a big problem. Except for a fracture in the left arm and the left leg, the rest are some flesh wounds. Lie down at ease. Someone will come to send you for treatment."

After speaking, he was about to get up and leave, but was pulled by the other party's intact right arm - the other party's body was fractured, and Qian Yu naturally didn't dare to act rashly, so he could only kneel in front of him again. "What's wrong?"

"Can you please..." The injured man's brows kept beating. "Give me some painkillers, it really hurts!"

"Okay, I know," Qianyu also understood that the other party was indeed enduring great pain. "I can go and find you some painkiller injections - but you must also understand that I can't give you too strong painkillers, too strong drugs may cover up some new small pains in your body, And the latter could mean some new internal disease that we couldn't observe that you ignored."

"No problem, no problem!" The wounded promised repeatedly. "No matter what medicine it is, as long as it can reduce my pain a little bit! If it's just a normal pain, I am now fully confident to hold back that drizzle-like thing!"

At the same time, Fujiwara was not at the scene - as the person who has been in the hospital for the longest time, his examination speed is higher than that of Chiba and Shiho, who have not devoted themselves to the examination and are also slowed down by some hand births. much faster. Now he has been called away by some people next to him, put on the most basic protective equipment, and continued to search backwards along the carriage for other wounded trapped in the carriage.

However, for his companions, Fujiwara's behavior was somewhat odd - the flashlight in his hand was aimed at places where no one was possible most of the time, and he walked with obvious concern.

"Boy, why are you so suspicious?" The much older emergency worker who led him away glanced at Fujiwara.

"After all, we have a companion who experienced this car accident," Fujiwara retracted the light beam of the flashlight from somewhere on the ground. "According to him, the cause of the accident was a bomb explosion. At the explosion site, the most important potential situation to watch out for is..."

The other search and rescue personnel in front of them also stiffened.

In case there are other bombs here that haven't been detonated...they are really going to be buried with a lot of dead passengers trapped here if they're not careful.

"Boy," the older emergency worker gave Fujiwara a serious look. "Where did you... come from? I mean, why are you here?"

"Mihua Central Hospital, following the specially-appointed medical expert Mr. Gregory Ask to provide first aid." Fujiwara replied quickly.

"You..." The first responder looked at Fujiwara's face. "How old are you?"

"18 years old."

After hearing the answer, several other first responders, who were obviously over 30 years old, looked at each other, and the one who was talking seemed to have a 40-year-old prospective uncle's brows twitching directly.

"You kid, hurry back!" He almost pushed Fujiwara in a very rude way. "This place hasn't come to this place yet for a little brat like you who has never made a home. Go, go, go to a safe place! Didn't you come with a medical expert? It's comfortable to serve him by his side~www .readwn.com~ is much more useful than grinding the foreigners up front - in these places we are the adepts."

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In this way, Fujiwara was driven down somewhat helplessly.

"Explosives?" After hearing Fujiwara's report, Gregory's expression became a little serious, and he nodded after thinking for a while. "Makes sense...well, I'll give you a new mission - you see, those two little guys just escaped from the bomb train and shouldn't be working anymore. So, I order you to take them two now. Go back to Mihua Central Hospital, and then use my authority to give each of them a physical examination."

"Am I taking them back?" Fujiwara frowned. "They can obviously go by themselves... You don't think it's too dangerous here, so you want to drive me away?"

"That's not the main reason, if it's the main reason..." Gregory motioned to Fujiwara to look at Chiba and Shiho, who were still busy with other doctors and emergency personnel on the other side. "If you don't take them with you, they'll probably go on like this - the two of them are the ones who really need a break and escape from the heavy stress of first aid."

Just as they were talking about this, the ambulance that took the Governor to the hospital had already turned back—yes, in terms of time, it was definitely turning back, not after taking Yuichiro Asakura to the hospital. return.

"What's the matter?" This was the question asked by the medical staff who were also aware of this.

And the doctor who happily expressed his gratitude to Gregory and thanked him for giving him such a heavyweight and seemingly intractable patient, shook his head gloomily.

There is no doubt that he is dead.