Hearing the woman's voice, a square-faced, gray-haired man walked out from the back of the crowd. He looked intimidating without even getting angry.
He seemed to be in a bad mood, with a stern face all the time, and he didn't look at anyone well. When Ogawa Chengzhi saw him, he immediately called him father and stood aside silently.
"This man named Ogawa Masaki has a certain background..."
Hongshu was holding a cell phone. On the way here, he investigated the Ogawa family, including the records about Ogawa Masaki:
"Masaki Ogawa is 55 years old this year. He graduated with a doctorate from the School of Medicine of the University of Tokyo. At the age of 30, he went to the United States for further studies for 5 years, learned the top heavy ion medical technology, and then returned to his hometown to work. He is currently the top heavy ion doctor in this hospital..."
In Japan, especially in the medical department, the difficulty of graduate study is extremely high. To be admitted to the University of Tokyo School of Medicine, the deviation value is required to be 74.8. What does this mean?
This is equivalent to the top 0.6% of all students.
This is just an ordinary medical department. Masaki Ogawa graduated with a doctorate. Those who can reach his level are all elites among the elites.
There is also the so-called heavy ion medical technology, which is a type of radioactive therapy specifically for cancer. It is a cutting-edge technology for tumor treatment and is known as a new type of tumor treatment. It is known for its high precision, strong lethality and few side effects.
In layman's terms, heavy ion technology is equivalent to the well-known pinpoint blasting, but the target of the blasting is cancer cells.
At the same time, Masaki Ogawa is also the younger generation with the most say in the Ogawa family besides the older generation members. A hundred years after Yoshio Ogawa passes away, he will undoubtedly be the next head of the family.
Under the gaze of everyone, Ogawa Masaki walked up to his wife, glanced at the note in his wallet, his eyes flashed, and he said in a low voice:
"Mr. Domon, this is not the place to talk. Please follow me into the ward."
As the eldest son of Ogawa Yoshio, Ogawa Masaki naturally heard the story of Ogawa Kusuke from his father. In other words, as a symbol of the rise of the Ogawa family, Ogawa Kusuke was already well-known in the family. However, due to some accidents that happened that year, some younger generations did not know the inside story.
Seeing that Ogawa Masaki was about to bring outsiders into the ward, several family members standing around became a little uneasy and wanted to step forward to stop him, but were glared back by Ogawa Masaki.
"When my father is unable to manage the family, I will take charge of everything."
After saying this coldly, Ogawa Masaki pushed open the door of the ward and walked in with Sakaki Makoto and others.
Click.
The ward door closed behind him.
There was only one bed in the room, on which lay an old man wearing a ventilator and with electrical cords all over his body. Around the bed sat two elderly women in plain kimonos. One was standing and the other was leaning on a cane. Her eyelids were drooping and she was dozing off and on.
"Mother."
Ogawa Masaki motioned for Domon Yasuki and the others to wait at the door, then he walked over to the old woman on crutches and said softly:
"The person grandpa talked about is here."
Her hands, as dry and withered as tree bark, trembled. The old woman opened her cloudy eyes and looked at Sakaki Makoto and the others at the door. Her face was expressionless, and her eyes were as sharp as a knife. She examined the "uninvited guests" layer by layer as if scraping putty.
After a long time, she raised her hand, pointed at Conan, Akai Mary, and Hiroki in the crowd, and spoke hoarsely:
"Come here."
Everyone was confused, except Makoto Sakaki and Miss Miyano, who were startled and secretly broke into cold sweats.
This old lady seems to know something...
Mary Akai was the first to step forward, followed closely by Conan Hongshu.
When they came closer, the old woman looked into their eyes carefully for a long while, then suddenly sighed heavily and said with mixed feelings:
"Yashu, Funa, both of you go out..."
The old woman who stood in the corner, with her eyebrows lowered and no words spoken from beginning to end, bowed slightly, and walked slowly out of the ward with Ogawa Masaki.
After they left, the only people left in the ward were the old woman, Yoshio Ogawa lying on the hospital bed, and Makoto Sakaki.
"Yi Nan, don't sleep anymore..."
The old woman raised her hand and pushed the old man on the bed, her tone gentle:
"The person you are waiting for has come. If you continue to sleep, you will be buried in obscurity... Didn't you always tell me about your grandfather's last wish for you? Wake up..."
As if hearing the old woman's call, the ECG monitor at the bedside suddenly increased. The old man on the bed coughed a few times, opened his old eyelids, and saw Conan, Akai Mary, and Hiroki in front of the bed in a trance, and consciousness gradually returned.
With the help of the old woman, he slowly sat up and leaned against the head of the bed. He exuded a strong air of old age, his face was covered with age spots, his thin chest rose and fell, and his breathing was as heavy as a bellows.
The old woman rubbed his chest for a long time before the old man's face turned red. He lowered his head to look at the wallet that his wife had placed in front of him, which belonged to Ogawa Caojie.
He stared at the wallet blankly, his eyes filled with confusion, as if he was trying hard to recall something. But as he thought about it, a tear flowed down his cheek and wet the front of his shirt.
"Someone...someone is calling me..."
The old man murmured:
“Who is it….Who is it?”
Although no one was talking, the old man was hallucinating. Seeing him like this, Sakaki Makoto sighed in his heart, and the hope that had finally risen dissipated a little.
They came too late.
The old man was already very old and he fell down the stairs. He was suffering from many illnesses and was on his deathbed. His spirit was on the verge of collapse.
"Yinan, wake up. This is Grandpa's wallet. Didn't you always want to fulfill Grandpa's last wish?"
The old woman advised softly:
"Look at them, they're coming."
The old man then raised his eyes to look at Conan standing in front of the bed. After looking at him for a long time, a smile appeared on his face:
"May I have your name?"
"Edogawa Conan."
"Edogawa... No... That's not right... You are not Edogawa..."
The old man's thoughts were confused again, and he was talking to himself in a daze.
"His last name is Kudo."
Taking off the mask on his face, Sakaki Makoto stepped forward and said:
"Kudo."
"Yes... Kudo... That's the name..."
The old man's eyes lit up and he looked at Sakaki Makoto:
"Why...are you here again?"
"Master, this is the first time I see you."
"wrong."
The old man shook his head and said firmly:
"You were here 20 years ago... 20 years... So much time has passed..."
"Old man, the person you saw back then should be my father."
After confirming his guess, Sakaki Makoto said with a smile:
"Do you remember what happened that year?"
"Of course, I won't forget it..."
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