Conan's New Police Story

Lonely night, brightly lit hospital.

The nurses and doctors walking in the corridor were obviously still finishing up the evacuation operation in cooperation with the police in the afternoon. Some patients who had relapsed or had abnormal conditions due to the evacuation operation made the attending doctors work overtime tonight, and they were extremely busy.

Does not touch the ground.

Xia Muchuan Zhi is also not exempt from vulgarity.

Because he is the ace of the emergency center, he treats many patients, and most of them are admitted to the intensive care unit after surgery.

Even though she had an all-night operation yesterday, Natsukawa Shiya, who only took a short rest this morning, was actually supposed to go home and rest tonight.

"I have already had Mr. Shenmu's situation dealt with, and the bleeding has been contained. However, observation within the next three hours is particularly important. Please keep an eye on him."

"Understood, thank you for your hard work tonight, Doctor Xia Muchuan."

"Yes, Dr. Xia Muchuan, you didn't sleep last night. You just squinted in the office for a while in the morning. As a result, something like this happened again in the afternoon and you had to work overtime again."

The nurses with admiration on their brows reached out and took the medical orders handed over by the tall man in front of them, with a hint of distress in their tone.

The man surrounded by several people had a slightly tired smile on his face, but he still explained all the things that needed to be explained: "No one could have predicted that such a thing would happen. Fortunately, the police were dispatched in time and did not let the prisoner detonate the bomb. Everyone today."

It’s been a bit hard at night.”

"That's true, but the police performed very well this time. I have never seen them so efficient before. Is it because the bomb put too much pressure on them?"

"I don't care much about pressure. I care more about the policeman, the young policeman in a green suit with a ponytail. He is very handsome, like a model star. In an interview, he said that he will definitely catch the murderer.

I felt really confident when I was doing it.”

"Yes, yes, I feel the same way."

"The main reason is that there is a middle-aged and fat policeman next to him who makes a comparison, which is a bit tragic."

"..."

The nurses on the night shift were busy chatting about the news they had seen in the afternoon. Natsuki Kawazhiya, who patted the collar of his white coat, was just about to start teasing when he caught sight of two people from the corner of his eye——

Two people were walking towards his location.

Perhaps noticing his gaze, the man and woman put their hands into their suits in unison, took out their IDs and showed them.

"Miwako Sato. Is it convenient to chat now, Dr. Natsuki Kawa?" Miwako Sato glanced at the nurses surrounding the short-haired man and asked in a serious voice: "We went to your office and found that there was no

people."

"I'm sorry, officer, I just came back from the intensive care unit. There was a patient who had some problems after being sent back to the bed and I needed to deal with it." The man's attitude was very low, and his gentle attitude made people feel like a spring breeze.

Uehara Katsumi, who had been silently observing his every move, also smiled and put away his ID, stretched out his right hand towards him: "Uehara Katsumi."

"I know. I saw you on the TV news in the afternoon. They were all discussing Officer Uehara just now. You are so handsome that you don't even look like a police officer."

Natsuki Chuanzhi also smiled heartily, and while shaking hands, he did not forget to point to the group of nurses around him: "It would be a pity if you don't debut as a model star."

"I tried it, but unfortunately no one wanted it." Katsuki Uehara smiled when he heard this, and he didn't know whether it was true or not, and he echoed: "Would you like to go to your office now to have a chat?"

"certainly."

Under the leadership of Natsuki Kawazuya, Uehara Katsumi and Sato Miwako walked through the corridor, turned a corner, and followed the figure who opened the door and entered the room.

"Water or coffee?"

"Dr. Xia Muchuan, do you have any more coffee?"

"I just happened to buy it. I have to work overtime tonight. I'm afraid I won't be able to last that long without drinking coffee."

"Understood, water please. We just refreshed ourselves and don't need coffee for the time being."

When the short-haired man turned around to get the water, Uehara Katsumi, who pulled out a chair and sat down, couldn't help but take a look at the decoration of the office.

It has a very conventional layout, except that compared to the ordinary clinic room, there is an extra honor display cabinet, with some group photos, trophies, medals and other things placed on it.

"What happened in the hospital this afternoon, I really want to thank you, Officer Uehara. If you hadn't solved the mystery, I'm afraid the entire Mihua Central Hospital would have been reduced to ruins."

Placing two glasses of water in front of Miwako Sato and Katsuki Uehara, Natsuki Kawazu also pulled up a chair and sat down, also wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, making his appearance even more bookish.

"As a police officer, this is what I should do, just like your duty as a doctor is to treat illnesses and save people." Looking at the eyes under the lenses, Uehara Katsuki narrowed his eyes slightly: "Dr. Natsuki Chuan, are you myopic?"

"Fortunately, the degree is not high. For people like us who have studied medicine at this age, it is not uncommon to have myopia, as long as the degree is not so high that it will affect our daily work."

Gently stirring the black coffee in his cup, Natsukawa Zhiya pushed the frame of the mirror with one hand and asked with a smile: "So, why are the two police officers looking for me so late? Is there anything important?"

"Dr. Natsuki Chuan, we want to know if you know Dr. Dahe from the Department of Neurology?" Miwako Sato took out a few photos from her pocket, took one out and placed it on her desk, saying in a solemn voice.

"Dahe? I know him. Not only do we know him, but I have a pretty good relationship with him." Xia Muchuan Zhiye paused, picked up the photo with his left hand and looked at it carefully, with some emotion in his tone: "It's a pity that he died.

It’s really a pity.”

Miwako Sato continued to ask: "You had a drink with Dr. Ohga before he died, right?"

"Yes, because he had some unnecessary conflicts with another friend of mine, I took the initiative and set up a situation. Men, if there is a small misunderstanding, just use the wine to talk it out. There is a step.

"

Natsuki Chuanzhi, who opened the drawer and took out two small sticks of sugar, also tore open the package. After pouring all the sugar into the coffee cup, he held the spoon again and stirred. He looked up at the two people in front of him and said with a smile: "That

The man’s name is Kirino Keiichi, and he is the coach of my gym.”

"According to Mr. Kirino's description, he was already drunk after resolving the conflict with Doctor Dahe. Was it you who called the driver on their behalf?"

"Yes, if you two also doubt me, I can provide the driver's number."

"also?"

Uehara Katsuki's eyelids twitched as he noticed the wording: "Have any police asked you this question before us?"

"Yes, let me think about it...his name seems to be Shiratori Rensaburo."

After stirring the spoon in the coffee cup for a while, Natsukawa Zhiya raised his head and thought for a moment before sighing: "Officer Shiratori gave me a very good impression, but I heard from my colleagues in the emergency department that he seemed to have been bombed by the prisoner as well.

He went to the hospital and is still in intensive care."

"..."

"..."

"But fortunately we are out of danger, right?"

While Uehara Katsumi and Sato Miwako were silent, a relieved smile suddenly appeared on Natsuki Kawazuya's handsome eyebrows: "If a young and promising police officer like Officer Shiratori is killed by a prisoner like this, it would be really terrible.

It's such a pity.

"However, Officer Sato and Officer Uehara, I think you'd better be careful. That prisoner is really bad. If you continue to pursue him, he may not be able to help but attack you two.

"Like you two, especially an excellent police officer like Uehara Criminal..."

Picking up the coffee cup and taking a sip, Natsukawa Zhi also raised his eyes and met the man sitting next to Sato Miwako. He smacked his mouth and said, "If you are killed or injured by the prisoner in the end, then it will really happen."

It’s such a pity.”

Katsuki Uehara pointed his finger at the seat handle for a moment, narrowed his eyes slightly, and chuckled: "If that's the case, I hope the person who rescues me is Dr. Natsuki Chuan.

"If the emergency center's trump card takes action, my chance of survival should be much greater."

"You can't say for sure about medical matters."

Natsukawa Zhiya put down his coffee cup, took a deep breath, and shook his head: "I failed an operation a month ago, and I still regret not being able to save the man named Miyazawa Nobu."

"Is that so? It seems like I have to learn from Mr. Nobu Miyazawa and buy accidental death insurance first."

Uehara Katsuki, who strategically leaned back, crossed his legs and changed his position. He raised his head slightly and moved his neck. His eyes met the gaze of the man in front of him. He bent his elbows to support the armrest and raised three fingers of his right palm to touch it.

He touched one side of his cheek and said with a smile: "I just don't know if that unknown prisoner has the confidence to kill me.

"After all, he is just a rat in the gutter now. He seems afraid to see the light."