At exactly 2100 hours, in the duty room, Ichijō Mirai opened his eyes.
He rolled over and dialed a number on his cell phone, "Hello."
"Where's Matsumoto Kiyonaga?"
The call was answered, and Inuo's voice was lowered, "Lord Messiah."
"Inspector Matsumoto is on a mission," he didn't wonder why Ichijō Mirai suddenly called to ask that question, and immediately recalled the answer, "There's an arrest operation tonight."
The case Division 1 was in charge of was, of course, a criminal case.
The case that caused Matsumoto Kiyonaga to come out in person was not just any criminal case, but a case that had been going on for several years and involved over a dozen victims.
Among the dozen or so victims, there were black criminals, innocent Tokyo residents, and even police officers from Division 5 of the Organization Crime Countermeasures Department (OCCD).
The Organized Crime Countermeasures Department is responsible for contacting black organizations, while Section 5 specializes in drugs and firearms.
A year ago, the police had pinpointed the black organization and its leader responsible for this heinous crime, but were unable to make an arrest due to a lack of evidence.
Now, it's finally time to make an arrest.
Inuo told us everything.
Ichijō Mirai: "Oh."
"Killed a dozen people, not bad, quite capable, much better than me," he pinched his brow and inquired quietly, "Guess how many people I killed today?"
Inuo: "..."
Lord Messiah is good at everything, but he's always overly humble and overly humorous, and spends nine out of ten minutes playing with other people's minds in a bad way.
Like: 'Messiah'.
Or: 'Much better than me'.
He didn't dare retort, but cautiously speculated from the basic law of playing a police cadet, "You haven't committed too many criminal offenses now that you're a police cadet, have you?"
Illegal, of course. There were two Inuo in the hospital.
But criminal cases...
Considering Ichijō Mirai's style, Inuo's tone grew cautious, and he ventured to speculate, "One, one criminal case, ten victims or less?"
Ichijō Mirai dismissed, "No."
He casually slips on his lab coat, turns to knock on the door of the other duty room, and announces the answer, "Zero."
"And now, I have a dear police officer to save."
He even wasted an opportunity to go back in time.
Who's to say he's not Messiah!
There was no picture on the doorplate of the on-call room, so the door was left unlocked, and the fully experienced on-call doctors were all scrambling to sleep and ready to be woken up for a night's sleep in case of emergency.
Ichijō Mirai found the unlucky doctor after opening only three rooms.
He wrenched open the door noiselessly, without making a single footstep, and walked up to the bed, distinguishing Dr. Bad Luck from the tangled bedding, arms, and hair, and with a smile, decisively reached out to wake him up with a pat, "Rise and shine, sir, who has been very fortunate this evening."
Dr. Bad Luck woke up with a start and jumped at the sight of a man standing next to his bed, almost bouncing in place with a scream, but quickly realized he was on duty and hastily put on his glasses, "Why you, Dr. Kanagawa?"
"Do you have a patient who needs our help?"
"Uh-huh, uh-huh," Ichijō Mirai grabbed the unlucky doctor and walked away, "Now go to your office and use your privileges to search for papers on gunshot wounds."
"I've gotten word that the police are going to start a big operation tonight, and it's going to take place close to our hospital, so if there's a gunfight and injuries, there's bound to be patients sent to our hospital."
So, "Get up and get a refresher course on how to treat gunshot wounds."
He added, "I have a lot of experience with common gunshot wounds from handguns, rifles, submachine guns and sniper rifles, but not with shotguns."
When faced with a shotgun at close range, those who know better throw up their hands and surrender, and 99 percent of those who don't are dead.
"Just in case, let's first check together what first aid should be given for a shotgun blast to the chest, abdomen and other key areas at close range."
Passing by the nurse's station, Ichijō Mirai stopped by to say hello to Nurse Koharu, "Good evening, get me in touch with EMS and Radiology, there might be a shooting tonight, tell them to prepare in advance."
"If you're not sure, call Dr. Inuo...my chief, he'll get back to you."
We also need the police to clear the roads in advance.
Ichijō Mirai sends a text message to Inuo to evacuate the road from the shooting to the hospital at 23:30, and continues to carry Dr. Badass all the way back to his office without stopping.
Dr. Bad Luck was forced to sit down at his workstation, forced to search for papers, somewhat trembling, "Is it, is it necessary to go into such detail as 'shotgun blast to the chest and abdomen at close range'?"
He politely expressed his opinion, "I'm afraid the unfortunate shot will be dead before he reaches the hospital?"
That's a shotgun!
"Unfortunately," Ichijō Mirai said, selecting a paper without blinking, "Mr. Patient is so determined that he will only die in the hospital."
He added a casual rebuke, "He won't die, study the paper carefully, and I'll be your first assistant when the time comes."
The paper had so much gold in it that one only needed to look at the place where the surgeon performed the operation to be immediately convinced that this was a surgeon experienced in gunshot wounds: New York.
The thesis was about resuscitating a patient who had been shot at close range with a shotgun at about 50 meters.
"First aid is divided into three parts," Ichijō Mirai summarizes quickly, scanning over the lines of letters, "one, to stop the bleeding by simply sewing up part of the wound so that the patient doesn't bleed to death."
The ambulance would give Matsumoto Kiyonaga a simple hemostatic treatment, but it could not completely stop the bleeding from the hornet's nest of wounds, and by the time he got to the hospital, his blood loss had already reached an endangered level.
"Two, after his condition is temporarily stabilized, tests such as ct and angiography are performed to confirm the location of the blood vessels and metal foreign bodies, so that they can be removed in a timely manner."
"Three, post-operative rehabilitation."
Good, that's an easy task.
Ichijō Mirai immediately distributed the tasks: "If there is a patient who was hit by a shotgun at close range, you'll be responsible for stitching up the extremities, and I'll be responsible for stitching up some of the wounds in the chest, abdomen, and other key areas."
He could not refuse, "You sew too slow, only responsible for the limbs."
Unlucky doctor was not a professional gunshot surgeon, and was not as skilled in gunshot wounds as Ichijō Mirai, the gunshot expert.
"Huh, huh?" Dr. Mirai's head hurt from reading the large, fast-passing paper, and he responded with a dumbfounded, "Okay, okay, slow down, I can't read the words."
Ichijō Mirai: "Uh-huh, uh-huh."
He turned on his cell phone and looked at the time, "9:20, more than two hours to zero."
"Our mission is the first stage, the second stage will be handled by a better doctor."
If they can't, they'll go back to the drawing board and find other doctors who can.
"The operating room..."
Ichijō Mirai mused.
Gunshot wounds, Ichijō Mirai was familiar with, shotgun wounds, he wasn't, and clean, sterile operating rooms, he was even less familiar with.
Ichijō Mirai was unfamiliar with the instruments, the monitors, the tools, even the nurses who were around the table handing out tools.
What he is most familiar with is just hanging out in a corner and watching the police search the neighborhood while he quickly and brutally treats his own gunshot wounds, or randomly wandering into a house, grabbing tweezers and alcohol, and sitting down on the couch to do the deed.
Except for the last archive, he's never had to operate in an operating room in a human manner.
A professional operating room is a buff for a professional doctor, but for him, it was a debuff, a negative buff.
Ichijō Mirai quickly made his choice, and decided to throw away the negative buff and dialed, "Hey, tell me where Matsumoto Kiyonaga's mission is, and I'll take an ambulance there right now."
He dialed again, "Dr. Inuo, gather all the doctors who have performed gunshot wound surgeries to the hospital."
When he hung up, he grabbed the unlucky doctor and left.
"Time is money, let's get there early and operate directly on the ambulance."