Matsumoto Kiyonaga: "…"
There are those who are alive, but dead, and those who are dead, but alive.
The anesthesia had taken effect, and Matsumoto Kiyonaga was unconscious for most of his body, no longer feeling the decisive swiftness of Ichijō Mirai's suturing, or the normal speed of the unlucky doctor's suturing.
This is a comparison between a fake doctor and a professional doctor.
The fact that a professional doctor can't compete with a fake doctor shows that the fake doctor has a lot of experience in suturing wounds.
Matsumoto Kiyonaga took a deep breath, not sure if his mind was affected by the anesthesia before he tried to speak, "I didn't expect you to disguise yourself as a doctor."
I didn't expect to be treated.
More than that, I didn't expect to be treated as seamlessly as if I were waiting for a dish to come out of the oven.
He said, "For a long time, the police thought you were dead."
After all, it was a seven-year-old child, even if there was no body at the scene, the chances of survival were not high, even if he did not die under the murderer's gun, he might die outside.
"That's why everyone was surprised to learn that you were among this batch of new police academy students."
Ichijō Mirai turned to the unlucky doctor and asked, "What kind of anesthetic did I just get?"
"It's fast-acting, very effective, doesn't seem to feel a bit of pain anymore, high quality, please tell me the name of it, I'll recognize the brand in the future and prepare in advance."
And then turned his head back again, politely said: "You continue."
Unlucky doctor: "..."
You don't even know what brand of anesthesia it is, and you dare to inject Superintendent Matsumoto! That's the Superintendent!
Matsumoto Kiyonaga:"..."
"You're experienced in treating gunshot wounds," he spoke, as if to ask something, but in the end said nothing, only closing his eyes, "Officer Ichijō once told me that you're a very bright boy."
Officer Ichijō again.
Wait a minute, this guy's from Soichi, so it's only natural that he'd know Soichi's Officer Ichijō.
Ichijō Mirai looked up, signaling that he was reacting to the topic, and told him to go on.
After another moment of silence, Matsumoto Kiyonaga said, "You're still in the police academy."
"When Officer Ichijō was a police cadet, unlike you, she didn't start out shining brightly, and it wasn't until she and her husband finalized their relationship and decided to get married as soon as they graduated that she started shining brightly."
"I was puzzled and inquired, she said that when she was young and ignorant, she had offended a group of convicts and was afraid of their retaliation, so she had been a little depressed, but her husband had enlightened her and she had resolved not to be afraid of the darkness."
"Reconciliation is the opportunity to legally change your name, isn't it?
Ichijō Mirai nods, giving Matsumoto Kiyonaga's words a false stamp of approval.
It's not Matsumoto Kiyonaga who might be lying, it's Officer Ichijō.
"While saying that, she had said something to the effect that she was smart and good at solving crimes when she was young and offended the black guy, and that you were even smarter and cleverer than she was when she was young and often found clues to many cases, and that if the black guy came to her door one day to seek revenge, he would surely take you away with a vengeance."
Point: If Officer Ichijō died and Ichijō Mirai disappeared, it would be the black guys.
So, "I wasn't in Tokyo when she died, and the police investigated it as a black man seeking revenge, and I mistook it for the black guys she wouldn't tell us anything about."
"By the time you got back, the police had already concluded the case, or were about to do so?" The latter twist was too easy to guess, and Ichijō Mirai blurted it out, then thought, "Well, the police, with their well-established battlefield of factionalism, did."
"You're in the middle of it, and you can't override it, or you're just setting the table and not letting everyone eat."
Ichijō Mirai had encountered this kind of police when he was on a 'cross-country tour', where the police had been pulling each other's strings in a vague manner, starting with the number of police officers to be deployed, and then only after he'd been gone for a few months did they end it, and were satisfied with the closure of the case, saying that the culprits had fled the country.
Ichijō Mirai was touched by the fact that the police were so friendly to the criminal that each decision had to be chewed over and savored by countless people, and that it affected the whole body in a small way.
Matsumoto Kiyonaga was silent.
There was a long pause before he added, "During the time you were out of the police's sight..."
Ichijō Mirai turned his head to look at him and repeated, "During the time I was out of the police's sight,"
That's easy enough to pull off with some bullshit about witnessing the police killing your parents who were police, and having a mental image of the police that you don't believe in.
Anyway, the police are so pulling.
"Don't explain."
Matsumoto Kiyonaga corrected his wording, "Don't explain."
He closed his eyes, "When you start, you'll need to fill out your resume and history."
"You don't have to explain that when you fill it out."
Huh?
There are two key points in that statement.
Point one: you'll become a full-fledged police officer.
Point two: You don't have to explain the Misty Past, I believe you.
Ichijō Mirai raised an eyebrow.
Matsumoto Kiyonaga added: "You showed up at the hospital, never mind."
"Be careful when you rob a prison."
It takes a lot of effort to disguise oneself in a hospital, it's only for fifteen days, Ichijō Mirai's ability can easily handle it, so why go through all that effort to blend into the hospital?
Combining this with Ichijō Mirai's 'never give up on a fellow human being' trait on his resume, this question was solved.
"The car is slowing down," Matsumoto Kiyonaga opened his eyes, sensing that the car was slowing down, "Is the hospital here?"
The hospital is here.
As soon as the ambulance door opened, a crowd of doctors instantly swarmed in, all pushing Matsumoto Kiyonaga to the operating room with their hands and feet, as if they were pushing their own bright futures.
Only one doctor stayed behind.
Dr. Inuo avoided the crowd and cautiously returned to the ambulance, "You..."
He scanned the scene inside the ambulance and stopped immediately.
The unlucky doctor was paralyzed in the ambulance, staring blankly at the roof as if he had lost his purpose in life, and had a tragic look of complete mental breakdown.
In the presence of outsiders, Dr. Inuo carefully restrained his salutation, "How do you feel?"
He said cautiously, "Officer Matsumoto, he, uh..."
Everything was going well, whether it was being threatened and intimidated into changing his name to Inuo, or wagging his tail, or not messing with psychopathic criminals, or agreeing to disguise himself as a doctor, everything was going well except for the feelings of the patients.
But, how did you pick up a super hot potato in just one night?
From the moment he boarded their hospital ambulance, Matsumoto Kiyonaga's life was not his own, but the future of all the doctors who had been notified.
"One of the doctors on duty at the guardhouse specializes in gunshot wounds," Dr. Inuo gritted his teeth, "I'm going to urgently transfer him back for the sake of Superintendent Matsumoto, Dr. Kanagawa, would you please take temporary duty?"
I beg you, please leave!
Go and ruin the detention center!!!!