Xia Muchuan Zhiye raised his eyebrows and stared at the female police officer in front of him playfully: "I think you two had a good relationship when you were interrogating me."
"This is not something you should be concerned about. You'd better take a look at the outside world now. You won't be able to come out again for the rest of your life."
"I don't care. I can lie down wherever I go. The nursing staff in the prison may be better than those in the hospital. The worst case scenario is that I will die of illness." Xia Muchuanzhi was not afraid.
By then, the two major consortiums might even send him on his way early. For him, the only pity is that his final goal of revenge against the police was not achieved.
Sato Miwako waved to her two subordinates wearing police uniforms, handed Natsuki Kawazuya over to them, and then turned to look at her other colleagues who were cleaning up the mess——
Megure Thirteen, who was separated from her, was still at the command site, and the child named Edogawa Conan was still sitting and resting on the side, seeming to be recovering from the previous physical strength that was almost at the bottom due to running over.
"Conan-kun."
"Hmm? Sato Criminal."
Conan, whose breathing gradually calmed down, looked up and saw Miwako Sato walking towards him.
"What happened just now is really all thanks to you, thank you."
"This is what I should do. Uehara Criminal is such a good and powerful policeman." After successfully catching up with Conan, a smile came from the bottom of his mouth.
This is a living human life.
"But, having said that, why are you here, Conan-kun? How do you know Uehara's specific location?"
——?!
Oops, I knew it!
Conan's smile froze: "That's because I told Brother Shinichi about this, and Brother Shinichi immediately reasoned out this and asked me to come over and stop the police.
"As for why I knew the location of Uehara Criminal...well, it was actually a prop made by Dr. Agasa.
"He has made a small radar that can automatically capture human body signals before. I don't understand Dr. A Li's terminology. In short, it is very powerful.
"I used to use it to play hide-and-seek. Brother Shinichi asked me to take it out to help find Uehara Criminal. Unfortunately, when I first arrived here, I accidentally fell and the skateboard broke. The radar
He also fell into the sewer."
After racking his brains, Conan finally put the blame on the almighty Dr. Ali.
As if to verify that what he said was true, he patted the skateboard next to his feet.
"...???"
Sato Miwako looked stunned.
"Ah, um, it's so late, I have to go back first. Goodbye, Mr. Zuotou!"
Knowing that his lame excuse was actually a bit outrageous, Conan pretended to raise his wrist and glance at the time, quickly patted his butt and stood up, picked up the skateboard and said goodbye.
"Eh--"
Miwako Sato wanted to say whether she should send someone to take you home, but Conan took a cigarette and ran away without looking back, without giving her a chance to speak.
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St. Luke's International Hospital is a famous hospital with a Christian heart of charity.
Compared with the Affiliated Hospital of Tokyo University School of Medicine, which has a longer history, the first founder of St. Luke's International Hospital not only focused on medical effects, but also focused on allowing patients who came to see the doctor and those who were hospitalized to enjoy better quality services.
service, a more comfortable experience.
After so many years of development, it can compete with the Affiliated Hospital of Tokyo University Medical School.
Because of the seriousness of Uehara Katsumi's injury and considering that he still needed to recover after the operation, Suzuki Shiro decisively chose this top hospital with the best hospitalization experience in Tokyo.
And now, an extremely difficult operation is going on here.
"Takasugi and I have teamed up to gather 32 of the world's top doctors to form an expert team. They will arrive in Tokyo within two days tomorrow. As long as tonight's preliminary surgery can be successful, Uehara-kun will definitely have hope to survive."
In the corridor outside the operating room, Suzuki Shiro nodded to the three-dimensional people who hurried here.
"Is that so? I understand. Thank you for your help, Mr. Suzuki."
After looking at the light sign outside the operating room, Megure Thirteen took a deep breath and thanked Suzuki Shiro.
Suzuki Shiro shook his head: "Uehara-kun saved my daughter. I should owe him a favor. My wife has repeatedly told me that I must ensure Uehara-kun's life safety."
"How long has it been since the surgery?" Miwako Sato, who controlled her emotions, asked in a low voice.
"It's been more than two hours. Uehara's injuries are too serious. The doctors' initial estimate is about 12 hours."
"..."
12 hours, and this is just the preliminary surgery...
Miwako Sato took a deep breath and slowly exhaled: "I understand, thank you, Mr. Suzuki."
"This is what I should do. Don't worry about the cost of Uehara-kun's treatment. Our Suzuki Foundation will bear it, including the treatment of possible sequelae."
Suzuki Shiro's promise is very solemn.
"12 hours..."
Megure Thirteen pondered for a moment and nodded: "I understand. In this case, we will leave this place to us. Mr. Suzuki, please go home and rest first."
"Okay, let's inform Uehara-kun's family as soon as possible. I'm sorry that this happened to them, and I also want to apologize to them for this matter."
Suzuki Shiro sighed, turned and left under the gaze of Megure and others.
Miwako Sato, who had finished everything, leaned against the corridor wall, closed her eyes, bit her fingers, and prayed silently in her heart;
Takagi Wataru and Chiba Kazushi were sitting quietly with Megure Thirteen, waiting for the results in the operating room.
Please……
Survive.
She reached into her pocket with her right hand and took out the scarred iron box. Miwako Sato could not help but hold it tightly.
I didn't even say good night to you, Kenji...
3 hours passed, 5 hours passed;
8 hours passed and 12 hours passed.
The lights in the operating room were always on, and the four people in the corridor had bloodshot eyes visible to the naked eye.
After 12 hours of panic and torment, the usually steady Mumu Shisan clenched his fists and stared at the door of the operating room.
Finally, 15 hours later, the closed door was opened.
"Are the patient's family members here? The patient's family members?"
"Doctor! How is the situation?! How is he doing?!" Miwako Sato, who did not forget to lower her voice even though she was excited, rushed forward immediately and asked anxiously.
"Fortunately, the initial operation was successful. We now need to transfer him to the intensive care unit, so we need the signature of the patient's family."
"I'll sign it."
Before Megure Thirteen could say that his subordinate was from an orphanage, Miwako Sato's words immediately blocked the explanation that was already coming to his lips.
"Okay, he should be at 3412 later. You can go over and see him in about twenty minutes. Miss, come with me."
The doctor, who was obviously exhausted, nodded, raised his feet and walked outside.
"Uehara came from an orphanage and couldn't waste time, so I signed."
Before catching up, Miwako Sato pursed her lips and paused, facing the gazes of the others, and explained.