Detective Conan: Knifeman? I'm a good citizen of Beihua

seven years ago.

"Where are the family members? Have Shirakawa Qiu's family members arrived?"

A doctor came out of the emergency room and looked at the people at the door anxiously.

"Baichuan...his family is not here. We can take care of anything for him."

Fūya Rei stood up and asked the doctor worriedly, and several other friends also stood up.

"The patient's condition isn't good right now." The doctor, still covered in blood, said with a grim expression, "Didn't we just tell you to contact the family as soon as possible? Why haven't they arrived yet?"

"this--"

The five people looked at each other, their faces full of embarrassment: "Baichuan seems... never mentioned his family."

Since Baichuan Qiu never said anything, they also thought that the other party was an orphan, so they never took the initiative to expose other people's scars.

But asking them to find a family member now is really too difficult.

"Aren't you classmates? How come you don't even know this?" The doctor's eyes were filled with reproach, thinking these people didn't have a good relationship with the patient. "Then why don't you contact the school? Do you still need me to teach you? Aren't you students at the police academy? You don't even know this common sense?"

Everyone's expressions became even uglier.

Matsuda Jinpei grabbed a handful of hair and cursed softly: "Damn it——"

Furuya Rei also clenched his fists, his face filled with anger.

Zhu Fujingguang suppressed his anger and explained to the doctor in a gentle voice, "I don't know what's going on at the school. They haven't responded yet."

They searched for all the relevant leaders and instructors they could find in the school, but they either didn't know, were not qualified to inquire, or could not be contacted directly.

If they still don't know the school's attitude, then there's no need for them to be police officers.

——The police academy is clearly delaying the matter on purpose! They're not letting them contact the families involved!

To put it more bluntly, the people over there just hope that Baichuan Qiu will die on the operating table!

"Are you short on money? Or are you short on procedures? We can do it." Hagiwara Kenji said, "Shirakawa and I have a matching blood type, so you can use my blood directly."

Ida Hang also stepped forward and said, "I am their squad leader. I can take responsibility for his family."

"That's not the problem now." The doctor shook his head.

"Let me be frank. The patient's condition is very serious, and the chances of survival are slim. We need the family to sign a critical illness notice." The doctor glanced at them, his face full of caution. "How can you prove that you can take on this responsibility?"

This time the patient has almost no chance of survival. After signing the critical illness notice, it is basically a last-ditch effort. But now we can't find the family members to sign the critical illness notice, and we don't even know the situation on the family side. If the person is really dead, we are afraid that medical disputes will arise later.

Patient relationships are tense now, and doctors have to consider these issues in advance.

After all, the ideal person to sign a critical illness notice is generally the patient's immediate family member. To be frank, a relationship like that of a classmate cannot actually take any responsibility at all, and their hospital will then have to bear the risk of non-standard procedures.

"I can take responsibility, please! I can take all responsibilities, and I am willing to sign other responsibility letters." Yi Dahang saw the doctor's hesitation, his face full of anxiety and pleading.

If they delay for a few more minutes, they are really afraid—

Others also rushed over, looking at the doctor with pleading expressions: "Please——"

Just as the five people were communicating with the doctor at the door, the young man with fox eyes who came hurriedly from the corner lowered his eyes and signed the critical illness notice with trembling hands.

“Is the probability high?”

He asked in a hoarse voice.

Doctor Jing Teng put away the critical illness notice and shook his head with a wry smile: "I have explained the situation to you very clearly. You are also a medical student, so you should know it very well."

The young man fell silent.

"And even if he survives, he'll most likely be in a vegetative state or paralyzed." Doctor Ito sighed. "What's the point of living like this?"

"But he's the only relative my adoptive parents have left," the young man said calmly. "I promised them. Even if he's a vegetable, he has to stay alive."

Doctor Jing Teng looked at the paranoia and determination in the young man's eyes, his expression was a little complicated, and then he smiled helplessly: "Doctor Shirakawa has also saved many people. I think if God has eyes, he will give back some miracles."

The young man lowered his head and did not answer.

Dr. Jing Teng patted him on the shoulder. "I've already contacted some people Dr. Shirakawa used to know. They'll be here soon to try to come up with a better treatment. You should also contact your advisor. He's quite accomplished in research on nerve regeneration and repair, and I think his treatment method is better than ours."

"Yes." The young man nodded, "I will."

"Then I'll go in first."

Dr. Jing Teng turned around and prepared to leave, but was stopped by the young man again: "Wait a moment."

"Huh?" Dr. Ito turned his head in confusion.

"Let's have those young people over there sign their critical illness declarations as well." The young man adjusted his mask. "Just pretend I've never been here."

Dr. Ito was a little surprised and wanted to say something, but the young man turned around and left without stopping.

It was as if the person who had just hurried here to sign was not him.

Dr. Jing Teng looked at the increasingly thin figure and sighed, "Dr. Shirakawa... Why is life so unpredictable?"

What a wonderful person! Why was he gone just like that? Where did all the blessings he had accumulated over the years end up?

Dr. Ito shook his head dejectedly, then turned and walked back to the door of the emergency room.

"Alright, the patient's condition is urgent. Don't drag it out any longer. Saving lives is the most important thing. Just let them find someone to sign on their behalf."

The doctor at the door was very surprised: "Doctor Jing Teng, this doesn't make sense..."

Doctor Jing Teng waved his hand: "It's okay. I'll take care of any other problems. Saving lives is the most important thing."

"All right……"

Finally, Date Kou signed on his behalf. With trembling hands, he handed the critical illness form back to Dr. Ito, his voice trembling a little: "Doctor, please, he's still young—"

There is still so much future, so much hope...

Dr. Jing Teng pursed his lips, glanced at the young people in front of him, nodded slightly, and then led his people into the emergency room.

What followed was a battle that lasted more than seven hours. The doctors who rushed over were all big names in a certain medical field. They discussed together, took turns, and worked intensively. In the later stages, they even reached the point where they had to use oxygen. The patient's heart even stopped beating at one point, but in the end, with their joint efforts, they barely managed to save his life.

As for what happens next, it depends on his fate.

Dr. Ito came out of the emergency room with a tired look on his face. The people at the door immediately rushed over and looked at him with anticipation and anxiety.

"Doctor..." There was a hint of hoarseness in Fūya Ling's voice, and his gray-purple eyes were full of hesitation, as he was afraid of hearing bad news from the other person.

The others also looked as if they wanted to say something but hesitated.

"The patient's life is saved." Dr. Jing Teng took off his mask. "As for whether he can wake up, it depends on his life."

Everyone's expression was a mixture of joy and worry.

I'm happy that Baichuan has passed the first level, but I'm also worried that he might never wake up...

"The patient will be transferred to the ICU soon. You can go and take a look," said Dr. Ito.

Then... just wait for the miracle to happen——

After he finished speaking, the young men in front of him hurried over there, leaving Dr. Ito standing there.

He raised his eyes and subconsciously looked towards the corner he had just turned, but he only saw a piece of clothing that flashed by...