Tokyo Detective

Chapter 281 I'm really sorry for taking advantage of your family's wealth.

[Ding, 5-star Sin has been gathered]

With the dust settled, Sato Miwako looked at Hanyu Naoki, who was covered in blood, and asked him with concern.

"Naoki, why don't you go to the hospital now?"

Naoki Hanyu gave up.

"It's not time to go to the hospital yet. I believe the reporters will arrive soon."

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Sato Miwako was speechless. In this situation, she still wanted to show off. Wasn't she afraid of bleeding to death?

Naoki Hanyu only appeared disheveled; his wounds had actually scabbed over, but this made things more complicated. He couldn't simply leave the bullet inside his body, meaning he'd have to cut open the wound again to remove the bullet, and he didn't know the exact location of the bullet if he did it himself.

Just thinking about it without anesthesia is painful. I wonder when I'll get the ability to physically digest foreign objects?
trouble
However, he couldn't leave now, because the police department and public security bureau would be coming to take over, and he had to appear in front of the reporters to confirm his status as the top contributor.

Even if not for myself, I have to do it for my hard-working and fiercely competitive subordinates.

Once the Ministry of Public Security takes over the hotels in mainland China, these assassins, or those involved in assassin work, will have no chance of a fair trial.

Since Shiratori Ten'ei had already informed Hanyu Naoki, barring any unforeseen circumstances, the charges would be either terrorism or espionage.

These two cases happen to involve sensitive information during the trial, or they are conducted to prevent secondary leaks; in short, they will not be heard in public.

In the end, the government can do whatever it wants. As for the explanation to the public, they can just present the so-called evidence of arms.

Soon, a group of reporters who had caught wind of the news arrived, and Shiratori Ten'ei arrived shortly after.

A group of reporters surrounded Naoki Hanyu and asked him questions.

"Officer Yuzuru, what is the case this time? Why were so many hotel guests arrested? I heard there was even a shootout."

"This is a very serious case, but we'll have to wait for the Metropolitan Police Department's official announcement for details."

Many reporters started to jeer.

"Officer Yuzuru, we've known each other for a long time, so let me just say a little bit."

"Yes."

Naoki Hanyu looked troubled.

"Since that's the case, I'll say this: this case involves major cases that have occurred over the past two years, and I found rocket launchers and portable anti-aircraft missiles inside."

"It involves a major case from the past, rocket launchers and anti-aircraft missiles, could it be..."

The reporters almost got excited at that moment.

"And then."

"No comment."

Just as Naoki Hanyu was about to leave, a petite figure pushed past his colleague and shoved a microphone into Naoki Hanyu's face—that damn familiar feeling.

Naoki Hanyu's teeth itched as he spoke.

"Sasaki Mashiro".

A woman with fair skin and a pure, lovely appearance responded happily.

"It's so kind of you that Officer Hanyu still remembers me. May I ask why you, as the Kabukicho Police Chief, led the operation? Won't that upset your other detective colleagues?"

Naoki Hanyu asked calmly.

"Miss Sasaki, who is your father?"

"My father is Michiyo Sasaki."

Naoki Hanyu didn't actually know who Michiyo Sasaki was, but the reporters around him had already given him the answer.

"So she's the daughter of the president of Fuji Television, the young lady."

"I knew this woman's skills weren't that great, she must have some powerful connections."

Seeing that the other party was the daughter of a TV station with whom he had a pleasant working relationship, Naoki Hanyu reluctantly gave an answer.

"I just became the head of the First Investigation Division today."

Sasaki Mashiro was shocked again.

"It's amazing that Officer Yuzuru is only in his early twenties and has become the head of the First Investigation Division."

Naoki Hanyu no longer wanted to talk to the woman in front of him, fearing that she might say something shocking again.

"Everyone, I'll take my leave now."

Although Naoki Hanyu has passed away, the information he left behind is enough for reporters to write big news stories.

On his very first day as head of the First Investigation Division, he solved a major case. If all the police in Japan were this efficient, the country would be at peace long ago. I just don't know which case this "major case" was.

A rocket launcher was used to shoot down gangsters, a landmine was used to blow up the former head of the Criminal Investigation Bureau, and then there was the time an anti-aircraft missile was used to shoot down a helicopter.

It couldn't have been a tank or a drone that killed the prime minister, could it?
Inside the hotel, Shiratori Ten'ei patted his junior on the shoulder. He didn't show up to avoid stealing the limelight from the youngest head of the First Investigation Division in history, whose rank was still one level below the passing grade.

Naoki Hanyu needs more achievements to prove he deserves this position than he does, and after today no one will accuse him of nepotism.

"I'll hand over the reins to the people from the Ministry of Public Security. I heard you were injured, so go to the hospital as soon as possible."

"Thank you for your trouble, Uncle Tianrong."

Since that plane incident, Naoki Hanyu's relationship with the Public Security Bureau of the National Police Agency has been strained.

After all, dozens of elites died, and in the end, Naoki Hanyu stole the fruits of their labor.

So instead of wasting time seeing them, Naoki Hanyu would be better off going to the hospital to get checked out.

As for which hospital to choose, it couldn't be one that cooperated with the Metropolitan Police Department. He was afraid he would run into that persistent woman, Mitsuha Jingu, again. Although their relationship had improved and they still met from time to time, it was hard to say whether they could be considered friends.

Whether it's your own physical condition or asking someone else for help, like forensic pathologist Masami Matsumoto, it's all about cutting open muscles anyway, so anyone can do it.

"Hey, Yami, are you busy?"

"Hmm, a few bodies were just brought in and are being processed. Judging by the methods, it's probably the work of the Grim Reaper again, isn't it?" Okay, I forgot that it was Matsumoto Masami and her team who handled the bodies discovered by the Metropolitan Police Department.

"Then I won't keep you from getting busy. I'll pick you up from get off work tonight."

“You must have something to say if you call me. I can’t even concentrate on work if I don’t tell you.”

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Upon seeing this, Naoki Hanyu confessed that the other party was trustworthy.

After listening, Masami Matsumoto suggested that Naoki Hanyu go to her family's hospital, Matsumoto Health Private Hospital, which used to be the Matsumoto family's business, but now 85% of the shares have been sold.

Masami Matsumoto's father, Satoru Matsumoto, only owns 15% of the shares. However, according to the agreement, Satoru Matsumoto will serve as the director, and the future director will also be a relative of Satoru Matsumoto, whether it is his daughter or son-in-law. This is how the family business can be barely preserved.

According to Japan's medical law, a hospital must have 20 beds; those with fewer than 20 beds are considered clinics.

Tokyo has a total of 430 hospitals, 8% of which are private. Matsumoto Health Hospital ranks around 30th out of more than 400 hospitals and is one of the highest-level general hospitals.

It has more than 400 hospital beds.

It possesses the ability to diagnose and treat highly complex cases.

It undertakes responsibilities for scientific research, teaching, and regional medical support.

It has passed the strict certification of the Ministry of Health, Labour and Welfare.

In a country like this mysterious Eastern power, top-tier hospitals are close to provincial-level hospitals. Although there is no official classification for top-tier hospitals, their actual capabilities are roughly divided into city-level, provincial-level, and national-level.

"I will tell my father to make sure that a doctor who keeps his mouth shut is the one who will treat you. Don't worry, there won't be any problems."

"sorry to bother you."

Meanwhile, at the hospital where Naoki Hanyu often stayed, a department head approached the vice president with some documents.

"Director Kamikawa, this is the list of patients to be treated provided by the Metropolitan Police Department. Five detectives have already been arranged to have private rooms."

The vice dean nodded and took the list. He quickly noticed a name that had been crossed out, and it was a name that could barely be considered familiar.

"How do I cross out Officer Yuzuru's name?"

"Oh, he just called to say he doesn't need our treatment."

The vice president was immediately taken aback.

"Nonsense! It clearly states that he was shot three times and we don't need to treat him. What if he dies after being treated at a small clinic? Do you still want to continue cooperating with the Metropolitan Police Department? Contact him immediately and find out the details."

"Yes."

The call was quickly connected, and the director received a precise answer.

"Director, Officer Yuzuru went to Matsumoto Health Private Hospital."

"Matsumoto Health Private Hospital?"

The vice president immediately looked puzzled. Matsumoto Health Private Hospital was ranked 5 places lower than their hospital. Why did Naoki Hanyu go there for treatment? Their hospital didn't charge him.

The director noticed this and secretly offered a reminder.

“Dr. Jingu also works at Matsumoto Health Private Hospital. I’ve heard they have a good relationship.”

"Oh, it's Doctor Jingu. In that case, let him be."

At Matsumoto Health Private Hospital, Naoki Hanyu was surprised to find Masami Matsumoto's father waiting for him in the lobby, leading to a long-awaited reunion between the two.

Hello, Uncle.

"Hello, Mr. Yuzuru."

"Yami and I are friends. Uncle can just call me Naoki."

The old father, who had been keeping a cold expression, changed his tune.

“Naoki-kun, Yami has already mentioned your situation to me. I will arrange for the best doctor who will not leak any information to handle your case.”

"sorry to bother you."

Naoki Hanyu could sense the other person's disgust towards him, but why was that? He soon found out.

"I know about your relationship with Yami. I hope you won't bully her."

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Naoki Hanyu was shocked. So that's how it was. He had been the one who stole Naoki's daughter. This was the old father's instinctive disgust.

"I won't bully Yami."

"Well, if you get tired of it, break up sooner rather than later. Yamei is not young anymore and should get married and have children."

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Dude, listen to what you're saying. You think he'll break up with you when you're bored? Is he really that much of a scumbag?
Matsumoto Satoru knew he had gone too far with what he said, but he still hoped that his daughter's husband would inherit his hospital.

Sigh, if only Yami had broken her leg when she secretly enrolled in forensic medicine back then, she would have become a woman who only knows how to deal with corpses.

In Japan, there are actually two types of forensic medicine practitioners. One type completes a six-year undergraduate medical education to obtain a medical degree, and then studies forensic medicine at the graduate, master's, or doctoral level.

This is the most traditional and preferred recruitment area for important government forensic institutions, such as some university-affiliated hospitals or research institutions.

The second type is ordinary forensic practitioners. Some of them are graduates of ordinary medical universities, and some may not even have a medical degree. For example, positions such as local inspector doctors and police forensic officers require passing the civil service exam.

Masami Matsumoto is the first type, considered a top talent in forensic medicine.

Matsumoto Satoru said goodbye after a few words, his family's upbringing instinctively resisting a ruthless killer like Hanyu Naoki.

Dr. Naoki sat quietly in the small operating room waiting for the doctor to arrive. Soon the door was pushed open, and a familiar, beautiful figure walked in.

The two looked at each other for a moment.

"Naoki-kun, it's you?"

"It was you, Shingu."

(End of this chapter)