Gunshots are being fired.
A great symphony of gunshots, strikes, human grunts, running and tumbling, and brief exchanges.
Toward midnight, the symphony ended and silence returned to the area.
Then, suddenly, another shot rings out.
A shotgun blast.
The muffled sound of human beings suppressing their instinctive pain was immediately followed by the sound of several pistol shots, and another shotgun blast was followed by several panicked voices, "Superintendent?!"
"Superintendent Matsumoto!"
"Superintendent, hold on, Superintendent! Quick, get the Superintendent to the police car first, and call an ambulance as soon as possible!"
Matsumoto Kiyonaga's mind briefly went blank for a few seconds from the excruciating pain, but he quickly gritted his teeth and managed to endure the pain of the shotgun blast, calmly calming the panicked officers, "Don't panic."
"Calm down, make the call."
He was held up by the officers so that he didn't fall to the ground, but he managed to check his wounds briefly, and saw that there were bullet holes from the left side of his abdomen and the left shoulder.
There were two wounds.
The first shot was aimed at Matsumoto Kiyonaga's head by a surprise attacker, but he was detected and dodged, and his shot was slightly distorted.
The second shot hit him in the abdomen.
This wound...
Matsumoto Kiyonaga's eyes sank, "Calm down!"
"I'll be brief," he spoke in a serious, broken tone, "If I die tonight,"
A very penetrating sound rang out, forcefully interrupting Matsumoto Kiyonaga's last words, exploding in the ears of the police, "Woo-lu-woo-lu-woo-"
The sound was urgent and shrill, coming from far away and accompanied by a flashing red light from some low-rise buildings.
It's an ambulance.
It's an ambulance with bells ringing and red lights flashing, coming at top speed.
Officers: "!"
One of the officers was immediately surprised, "It's an ambulance!"
"Stop it..."
Before the words were fully spoken, he realized something was wrong: the ambulance seemed, seemed, seemed, probably, to be coming right at them.
It was coming with precise aim, and it had a clear path, braking sharply in the vicinity of Matsumoto Kiyonaga.
The driver of the ambulance was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his 30s or 40s.
His forehead was covered with sweat, and when he saw Matsumoto Kiyonaga on the ground, he was stunned for a moment, subconsciously looked back, and when he turned around again, his face was filled with admiration and respect, "Hurry up and get the wounded into the car!"
The door opened.
A paramedic came down with a stretcher, and the police officers scrambled to get Matsumoto Kiyonaga onto the stretcher and into the ambulance.
Before they could select one of them to follow, the ambulance door closed mercilessly and the vehicle started up again, speeding away at an even more urgent pace.
Inside, the car was lit by a ghastly white incandescent light and surrounded by simple heart rate monitors.
Matsumoto Kiyonaga barely opens his eyes in the blinding light, and the first thing he sees is a panicked middle-aged doctor.
The unlucky doctor is about to faint, his hands are shaking, "Really, do we really have to operate?"
"In the car?"
"I can't, I really can't, it'll be a medical emergency!!!"
"Dr. Kanagawa!"
He looked like he wanted to die, and compared to Matsumoto Kiyonaga, he looked like he had also been shot and seriously wounded.
Matsumoto Kiyonaga frowned and looked to the other side, and he saw 'Dr. Kanagawa'.
It was a young man in his early twenties with black hair and red eyes, and compared to the panicked middle-aged doctor, he looked exceptionally at ease, even rather relaxed, his brow relaxed as he held an anesthetic in his hand, "Don't worry, it's only a minor surgery, and as long as it's successful, it's not a medical emergency."
Noticing the sight of Matsumoto Kiyonaga, he looks up and gives a gentle smile, "Good evening, Superintendent Matsumoto."
At the same time, without hesitation, he injected Matsumoto Kiyonaga with an anesthetic.
It was a bit rough, not even aiming, and the needle pierced the vein almost as if lightning struck a tree.
Matsumoto Kiyonaga grunted, "Ichi-"
"Ichijō," he looked steadily at Ichijō Mirai's overly young face, his pupils slightly dilated, "Mirai."
"..."
He closes his eyes, opens them, looks to the anesthetic, "..."
He closes his eyes, opens them, looks to Ichijō Mirai, "..."
He looks to the anesthetic again, and realizes that the clear liquid in the syringe has been pushed cleanly into him, "..."
He looks to Ichijō Mirai again, "..."
"Well, congratulations, you got it out in one piece this time," Ichijō Mirai nodded matter-of-factly, "The situation is urgent, so I'll briefly recount the highlights,"
"The anesthetic will take one to two minutes to take effect, but you have a gunshot wound from a shotgun, you should know what that means."
He announced, "We're going to operate now and suture."
Before the anesthesia takes effect.
This was a bit of a challenge to the injured person's willpower, so Ichijō Mirai politely asked for his opinion, "Would you be okay with this?"
Without waiting for an answer, he said, "Airway is clear, breathing is normal, left arm is slightly paralyzed, ready to open the airway in case of respiratory blockage, start the surgery."
He started with debridement, which took less than a minute and was performed quickly and skillfully, with a hint of haste.
"Mostly penetrating and incision wounds, metal residue in the abdomen, so as not to aggravate the real damaged area, temporarily do not suture the large abdominal wound."
Gunshot wounds can't be fully sutured in the first place, and Ichijō Mirai knew at a glance which wounds couldn't be sutured at the moment, and which ones needed to be sutured urgently.
He simply pointed out a few non-sutureable wounds to Matsumoto Kiyonaga to increase the patient's involvement, "One, two, three, four, these four wounds I won't suture, I'll just stop the bleeding temporarily."
"You're a police officer, you don't need me to explain why you won't suture."
He looks up again and urges the unlucky doctor, "You stitch it up."
"The part you've been given, it all needs to be sewn up."
He looks down again, picks out some wounds that can be closed, picks up a needle and thread and quickly closes them, "There's medicine on your right hand, take three pills for yourself."
"It's amoxicillin."
"It's good for wound infections, I use it all the time," Ichijō Mirai added thoughtfully, "or maybe it's psychological."
"Move yourself and eat."
As he spoke, he expertly sewed up a shallow wound and selected the next one, frowning as he urged the unfortunate doctor, "What are you doing? Don't sew too much, just a rough stitch, and hurry up, his abdomen needs to be examined as soon as possible."
"All the surgeons are waiting for him, if you don't complete your task by the time you get to the hospital and become an obstacle in the way of rescuing Mr. Superintendent..."
"I'll help you."
Ichijō Mirai smiles, "Don't be afraid, I'm so kind, it's Messiah, I won't do anything to you, I'll just help you."
He looks over to Matsumoto Kiyonaga and raises an eyebrow, "What's wrong?"
Matsumoto Kiyonaga: "..."
...There doesn't seem to be a need to say anything.
But, 'Messiah'.
Overstimulated, Matsumoto Kiyonaga tiredly slowed his eyes and then his mind before reopening his eyes and uttering the pollutant-like code word he had heard on the first day of his special training, "I thank you from the bottom of my heart."
At that, Ichijō Mirai dug out a marble with some surprise, then smiled sincerely.
"You're welcome."