"Mr. Sakaki Makoto..."

On the way to the hospital, Hattori Heiji, who was sitting in the front seat, turned around and asked:

"You seem to enjoy resorting to violence..."

"Is this your style of solving crimes?"

"Style..."

Sakaki Makoto scratched his head, finding it difficult to answer for a moment.

Everyone has a different style of doing things.

Some people like to be gentle, some like to be tough, and some like to be both tough and gentle.

And he...

Because of his occupation in the previous life, his style tends to be violent.

After all, the criminals he met were all evil people, and killing them was considered justice.

But these words...

It’s not easy to say it directly.

After thinking for a while, Sakaki changed his words:

“Violence may not solve problems, but it can solve the people who create them.”

"Under normal circumstances, I would not use violence if I could avoid it."

Hattori Heiji nodded:

"really."

"As a detective, you must have the means to protect yourself."

"Thank you... for this evening."

If Hattori Heiji was like Kudo Arata before, and was still a little distant from Sakaki Makoto...

Now he has accepted the other person from the bottom of his heart.

And I am very grateful.

In his opinion, Sakaki Makoto's strong attitude must have contained an element of venting his anger.

at this point...

Everyone knows it tacitly.

It was 3 a.m. and the night was quiet.

The car stopped in front of Osaka City University Medical Hospital.

This hospital was established in 1925 and is located in the HARUKAS building, the tallest building in Japan. It is one of the 84 special function hospitals registered by the Ministry of Health, Labor and Welfare of Japan and is also the top hospital in Osaka.

The so-called specific function hospitals are similar to my country's Class A tertiary hospitals, with more than 400 beds, more than 16 departments and a rich and complete medical system.

All the patients injured in the explosion tonight were sent here to receive the best treatment.

The streets outside were dead silent, but the hospital was bustling with activity.

The nurses were walking back and forth in the corridor holding examination forms, looking anxious.

Occasionally, you can see doctors in white coats. They are in a hurry, cleaning the blood stains on their hands while walking towards the next operating room.

Led by a nurse, Sakaki Makoto and his companions came to the outside of an operating room.

The red light during the operation was still bright, and Hattori Heizo's emergency treatment was still in progress.

"Don't worry, everyone. The surgeon in charge this time is Dr. Jin Teng, the most skilled doctor in our hospital. He will definitely get Minister Hei Zang out of danger safely!"

The young nurse holding the medical examination form began to comfort everyone.

The operation had been going on for a full hour and a half, and no one knew what was going on inside.

Hattori Heiji walked anxiously at the door, unable to hide his worry.

Sakaki Makoto took Conan and others to sit on the bench at the door of the operating room, waiting quietly.

About twenty minutes later...

"Heiji!"

Toyama Ginjiro, who had just sent a prisoner away, came with his daughter.

"Uncle Yuanshan..."

Hattori Heiji gritted his teeth, trying not to appear so pessimistic:

"You didn't inform my mother..."

"No."

Toyama Ginjiro sighed:

"I respect your opinion."

When Heizo Hattori was sent to the hospital...

Hattori Heiji called Ginjiro Toyama and asked him not to tell his mother Shizuka about his father's serious injury.

If my mother Shizuka Hattori knew about this...

It is very likely that they will not be able to withstand the blow.

After nodding to Sakaki Makoto, Toyama Ginjiro said:

"Heizo will be fine."

"He is not such a weak person!"

Hattori Heiji was cheered up:

"Yeah, that stinky old man is really strong."

"I practice kendo and long-distance running every morning..."

The voice became smaller and smaller. The words of self-comfort were, after all, just self-comfort and could not change the final result.

At this time, Ginjiro Toyama took the examination form from the nurse's arms and looked at Hattori Heizo's injuries.

"Ruptured wrist artery, fractured right arm, skin burns of unknown extent, concussion and coma..."

The more he looked, the heavier his mood became.

Let’s not talk about other things for now. Just talking about artery rupture, blood vessels must be sutured. The difficulty of this operation...

Very high.

If the wrist nerve is injured, even if the wound heals in the future, it will affect the function of the wrist.

No matter how you look at it, it's not good news.

Time passes by second by second.

Every tick of the stopwatch was torture for everyone outside the operating room.

In the early morning, the sun rises like a cooked egg yolk, beginning to dispel the coldness that has accumulated on the ground overnight.

A taxi stopped in front of the hospital.

The car door opened, Kogoro Mouri and Ran Mouri got out, asked for the address, and immediately took the elevator upstairs.

Outside the operating room.

Conan's head was nodding, and he was dozing off.

Sakaki Makoto was leaning against the wall with his eyes closed. When he heard hurried footsteps, he opened his eyes and looked...

It was Ran Mao Li who looked anxious.

"Conan!"

"ah..."

Conan rubbed his sleepy eyes, wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, and said blankly:

"Who called me?"

“Me!”

Mao Lilan nervously checked his body, and after confirming that he was not injured, she finally felt relieved:

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