"It's a pleasure to serve you, ma'am."

Koong Sheng watched the soul in front of him disappear.

After that, he sighed slightly, opened the zipper of his backpack with his backhand, put the photo of his body in his hand, and then tightened it.

"It would be nice if you could give me a share of the legal fees."

Because of this case, we still owe Qiben Group five legal contracts that need to be processed.

But my current physical condition...

Closing his eyes, Mr. Gongsheng began to check his body. This time, he was too busy with work and his average sleep time was only four hours a day.

Do you really think these data can be easily calculated?

Not to mention the data that is as detailed as the month, as well as various consumption types, the most brain-burning thing is to delete and select from the huge pile of data.

Create the final visual icon.

Even if you have a brain with "skills", you can use the power of the four plates.

Going to fall...

I'm so tired. It would be nice if I could have a bite of strawberry.

Kousei finally thought, and at the same time, his body tilted, and he completely fainted and fell to the ground.

...

Feeling dizzy and feeling weak all over.

The feeling of water droplets dripping and then entering the body along the infusion tube.

Open your eyelids with all your strength...

A dazzling light instantly poured into the lens, burning Kousei's optic nerve with a blood-red color.

Unable to bear the pain, I closed my eyes again.

Adaptation is a very slow process.

"Hey, you're awake?"

A barely familiar female voice came into my ears, with plain emotion, but excitement.

The kind that worries about strangers.

Gongsheng regained some strength, slightly raised the side of his face buried in the velvet flower pillow, and then looked in the direction of the vibration of the water droplets.

A bottle of glucose infusion tube.

At this time, a palm suddenly pressed on the quilt, and then pressed Kousei's shoulder through the quilt.

The beauty with short hair appears in the position of visual coverage, with exquisite appearance and charming eyeliner. A kind of heroism caused by work is carved on the delicate face.

Sato Miwako stretched out her palm and waved it in front of Zaba Zaba's eyes.

He looked at his reflection in the boy's dark blue pupils.

"Officer Sato..."

Turning his face away, Gongsheng turned half of his body and lay flat on the bed.

Staring at the pale ceiling with dull eyes, he calculated his position based on the scenery outside the window, and also calculated the time by adding the tilt angle of the sun's setting.

At around five o'clock in the afternoon, as one of the tallest buildings in Mihua District, you can see the Metropolitan Police Department high-rise building and the Japan TV Building from the inpatient ward...the police ward of Mihua Hospital.

That's why there is a beautiful view on the 20th floor.

"It looks like I was taken to the hospital. Can you tell me what happened?"

There should be only Miwako Sato, no other breathing sounds could be heard around, and even the corridor was extremely silent.

At least not under surveillance by the Metropolitan Police.

"Well, after leaving the court, the Mumu Police Department hopes that you can assist the Metropolitan Police Department in handling this case and arrange for me to find you, but after I find you..."

Miwako Sato only saw a boy lying on the ground.

The other party fell asleep and was not as free and easy as he was in the court just now. After putting the other party's face straight, he discovered that the boy's face was all pale and his lips were chapped and lacked moisture.

"So I will carry you on my back and go back to find the Memu Police Department."

The Megure Police Department called Mouri Kogoro, but the phone kept ringing and finally switched to message mode.

Looking at Kousei's condition again, it seems that he is suffering from hypoglycemia.

Therefore, it was arranged for Sato Miwako to take Kousei to Mihua Hospital in a Metropolitan Police Department car. By the way, Miwa Hospital has a special ward of the Metropolitan Police Department.

Moreover, the Metropolitan Police Department's reimbursement forms are only limited to the two highest-equipped hospitals in Tokyo, Miwa Hospital and Aido Hospital, and reject reimbursement forms from small clinics and small hospitals.

"This is Mihua Hospital. You don't need to worry for now. Your backpack and other things have been brought for you. If you want to eat, I can ask the nurse to bring a lunch box."

Box lunches can be reimbursed, but other fruits and foods cannot be reimbursed.

Miwako budgeted carefully, after all, the extra money needed to come from her car purchase money.

"Let's take a lunch box. Thank you, Officer Sato. I didn't eat anything in the morning. I want to stay awake to face the trial."

Gongsheng moved his paralyzed right hand slightly, which was caused by drinking water.

Move your left hand inside the quilt, from the upper body to the lower body...

On the back of the chair next to him were Kousei's suit jacket, tie, and belt.

His hand touched the fabric of the suit pants, and along the edge, he touched the phone.

While Miwako Sato went out to get her lunch, Kousei quickly took out his flip phone to check if there were any missed calls.

Zero missed calls…Zero text messages…

Seeing this, Gongsheng breathed a sigh of relief.

This also shows that the news of his hospitalization was not known to his sister Lan and his mother Yingli.

Even in this court session, Kousei hid Yonehara Koko, and he also hid the two people who cared about him the most.

Don't want them to worry.

Confirm again, then slowly put down your hand and put the phone back into your pants pocket.

"Dang-dang-dang! The lunch box you asked for is here!"

Holding a lunch box and a bowl of miso soup in her hands, Miwako Sato strode in...

I saw Gongsheng lying on the bed, and the traces of his left hand raised on the quilt were rubbing against his lower body...

There was a hint of understanding in Sato's eyes.

"Do you want to go to the toilet?"

He must have been planning to take it out secretly and catch it with the urinal on the ground next to him.

That's right, there is a urinal on the floor of the hospital.

The one with a smaller entrance does not save material, but is a normal model for neon men.

Kousei was a little confused. Following Sato's line of sight, he saw the urinal under his bedside.

Determine size by eye...

Even if my thing is not fully developed at the age of sixteen, it is still three times the size of this normal model!

Are you sure this isn't for babies?

Mosquitoes? Hairless flies?

(mosquitoes, flies: we feel insulted)

"No, I just took my cell phone to check if there are any calls and text messages from the client."

He used his left hand that had just touched his lower body to catch the bento handed by Sato.

Open the lid and warm steam comes out.

Not very luxurious ingredients, fried chicken, rice balls, vegetable balls, meatballs, and a plate of saury.

Except for the saury, which has been in the oven and has become stiff, the others are all refrigerated food, so you can just take them out and steam them.

The taste is not as good as the one cooked by Gong Sheng himself.

Make do, just so-so, deal with a few bites at will.

Next to her, Miwako Sato opened the lid of the disposable bowl, held the egg drop miso soup, and handed it to the boy when he wanted to drink it.

Chew it, swallow it, chew it, swallow it...

There is no rough man who chews heavily and burps while eating, nor is he like the aristocratic young master who only purses his lips and moves his mouth after taking a small bite, eating slightly, and his posture is elegant.

Just eat simply, take a bite, take a breath, swallow, and continue eating.

I don’t know why, Sato feels an inexplicable feeling of heartache...

Maybe it was because during the court hearing in the morning, I saw the boy standing alone, just to get his rights back for his school girl, or maybe it was because the moment he found him, he looked pale.
To be continued...