The days of being a forensic doctor of salted fish in Rice Flower Town

Matsuda Jinpei said that he passed out later, but fortunately he still woke up...

Although the person is awake, the person is in the ICU.

When I woke up, my ears were filled with the nervous beeping of various medical equipment, mixed with the emergency shouts of nurses calling for doctors, and the smell of disinfectant poured into the nasal cavity...

like a dream.

His head was blurred, and along with the smell of disinfectant, there were flashback memories. He thought of being a toddler when he was a child, of fighting with Zero in the police academy, of going his separate ways after graduation, and of his friends. Leaving, he fights alone...

I interrupted his memory in time, otherwise he would definitely tell me all his glorious deeds in the police academy.

Matsuda Jinping went on to talk.

Fortunately, he usually has good physical fitness, exercises frequently, and is also strong. He was fully awake in a few days and was released from the ICU and transferred to the general ward.

But he was quite worried about the girl who saved him. She looked weak and fell from a height together with him. He didn't know if she would stay in the ICU for a few days or not.

But when he was transferred to the general ward with a miserable face, he saw the girl actively pestering the nurse for a German pudding tart.

Matsuda Jinpei looked at me resentfully when talking about German pudding tarts.I touched my face uncomfortably under his stare, and the hairs on my back stood on end.

It's me who won't say...

I suddenly remembered something, and I opened the drawer next to the hospital bed, and a large red pennant fell out of it, with a few large characters embroidered on it, dazzling and eye-catching:

Riko Amami, a good citizen of Japan

Justify

heroic rescue

I covered my face solemnly, and cautiously said to Matsuda Jinpei on the next bed with a sad face:

"Actually, it's not as lively as you imagined. The girl had a concussion, and the doctor said there was still a block of blood in her brain. It was very miserable..."

Matsuda Zhenping's resentful eyes did not change, he said to me slowly and in an extremely heavy tone: "That's really a coincidence, you also made a big bruise on my body."

Before I could react, he took advantage of my unpreparedness and lifted his blue and white striped hospital gown.

There was a bruise running across his abdominal muscles.

"You are so strong, you strangled me in the stomach when you kicked me off the Ferris wheel." He looked like he wanted me to be responsible, with a stinky face.

But I was clearly drawn to something else.

Not a bruise running across the abs.

Get sideways.

Abdominal muscles.

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Eight dollars.

Noticing that I was stunned for a long time, Matsuda Jinpei finally realized that I was not feeling sorry for his injury, but admiring his abdominal muscles.

He coughed unnaturally, and quickly put down the hospital gown that he just picked up, and the edges of his ears seemed to be covered with blood.

Only then did I recover from the beauty, and I wanted to think carefully about the legendary scene where I bravely rushed up to wrap his arms around his waist, and then the two of them fell from the sky together.

It's not to review my heroic rescue incident.

I want to warm up the touch of the abdominal muscles.

pity.

Can't remember anything.

In this way, Matsuda Jinpei and I have been neighbors for a long time——

Hospital next door bed neighbor.

When the young lady in the police station came to visit him, she didn’t forget to bring me some things, such as donuts, egg tarts, cake rolls and Daifuku biscuits...

In the end, I was banned from eating desserts by the doctor.

Of course, there are also strange people who come to visit him.

When Matsuda Jinping slept like a dead pig.

He usually sleeps very lightly. I don’t know why he slept so well that day. I seemed to be infected by him that day, and I was also a little sleepy. I saw a black shadow coming to his bed in a daze.

The man was tightly wrapped, wearing a mask, a hat, and sunglasses. He looked like a man.

He stood in front of Matsuda Jinpei's hospital bed for a while, silently put down a large bouquet of flowers without saying a word.

Before leaving, he turned around and saw me in a daze on the hospital bed, eyes half-closed.

At that time, I stared at his back curiously, but my body was so sleepy that I couldn't even lift my hands.

He seemed to notice my gaze and turned around to see me.

I could feel him smiling softly under his tight mask, he slowly raised his gloved hand, and put his index finger close to his lips.

Hush

he's gone.

Like a cloud of fog.

When Matsuda woke up, he found the flowers sent by the mysterious person beside the bed. He stared at the flowers for a while, but found that he had no impression of them.

I told him that it was delivered by a man who was completely wrapped up, and he told me not to talk, and then left after delivering the flowers.

I asked him if he knew who this flower-giver was?

Matsuda Zhenping supported the sick body and sat up, staring at his blue and white hospital gown for a while, and then showed a faint smile.

During the time I have been a clinical patient with him, I have never seen him show such a gentle and indifferent expression.

He looked at the bouquet in a daze, as if looking at another person through the petals and leaves.

He said "Yes" softly:

"Probably some old classmate who didn't want to show up."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly uncharacteristically reached out and took out his signature sunglasses from the bedside table, put them on his face, covering his eyes, then turned his face to me and asked me:

"Handsome?"

"You can't even get the sunlight in here. Why are you wearing sunglasses? It's boring." I was speechless at his behavior. I deliberately turned my head away from the reflection on his sunglasses, and lay down on the ground, covered with the hospital's white quilt. Hold your face.

I don't know if Matsuda Jinpei took off the sunglasses on his face. I heard his voice through the quilt, like a muffled sound coming from an empty valley:

"Riko... I've always had a question... why doesn't your family come to see you?"

I was stuffed under the quilt and didn't make a sound, nor did I answer his question, Matsuda Jinpei's tone became a little flustered again:

"I'm sorry...it's okay if you don't want to answer, I was the one who was abrupt."

"It's okay." I hid under the quilt and sniffed, "They said I have a sister, but they couldn't get in touch."

I was afraid that Matsuda Zhenping would think too much, so I got out of the quilt again, pretended not to care, blinked at Matsuda Zhenping who was stunned, and comforted him: "Anyway, I am not seriously injured, and I will continue to work after I am discharged from the hospital." life."

Matsuda Jinpei looked at me with complicated eyes, as if reminding me not to forget about the concussion and blood clot just now.

I ignored him, and he went on to ask me:

"What about your job? You seem to have been absent from work for a long time."

"Quit!!" I raised my arms and shouted, almost startling Matsuda Jinpei.

"For the sake of the boss's task, I almost put my life on it. It's not worth it." I waved my hands again and again, regaining my former vitality, and then said, "The doctor said that I used to stay up late every day, with irregular heartbeat, and there was a possibility of sudden death! It’s definitely the life of 007’s social animal that was squeezed by the boss in the past, exhausted and desperate? Quit, quit, my mother resigned to the boss!”

"Then you next..." Matsuda Jinping asked.

I blinked at him: "I found out that I was admitted to Dongdu University as a law graduate student. It seems that I have long thought of quitting my job. Next, I have thought about my future goals in life." That is—to make a salted duck egg!"

"What salted duck eggs?" Matsuda Jinpei felt a little confused by my remarks.

"Idle people will die, rich people will die."

Speaking of this, I seem to be thinking about the happy life in the future, with a happy and warm smile on my face, "After this hospitalization, I have seen through the red dust, and my life will be a salted fish in the future. happy forever."

"That's not bad." Matsuda Jinhei nodded, as if he fully affirmed my attitude towards life, "Then your boss should also generously let you go after receiving the USB flash drive."

"What U disk?" I turned my head and asked him suspiciously.

"That's your ultimate goal of rushing up the Ferris wheel! Recover the lost important USB drive."

"That's right. USB flash drive." I seemed to be awakened suddenly, suddenly realized, but fell into doubt again, "But I resigned, and the boss never mentioned the USB flash drive to me."

"I remember you were very precious in the interlayer of the schoolbag." Matsuda Jinhei pointed to the schoolbag in the cabinet. Since my accident, this schoolbag has always been by my side.

I looked through my schoolbag, but didn't find the USB flash drive that ran through the whole incident: "Maybe the boss asked someone to take it away." I guessed, and didn't take this matter to heart.

Because I have a great dream of salted fish, and I have a resonance with Matsuda Jinpei (my one-sided) who has the dream of beating the police chief, so we get along very well in the hospital.

Although he is always a lifesaver, and even gave me all the desserts from the ladies and sisters who have a crush on him in the Public Security Bureau, but we are still relentless when we fight and play games together.

I mean the kind where he rubs my game characters against the ground.

Playing games with Jinpei Matsuda is a lot of fun, our favorite fighting games where we play against each other.

He mistook my avatar for the Chief of Police.

I take his virtual game character as the villainous capitalist boss.

We fought fiercely, punching to the flesh, fighting desperately, mercilessly, heartily.

In particular, I can feel a strange balance in fighting games. When a person is lying on a hospital bed because of a weak body, fighting games can experience the thrill of fighting with a strong body intact.

Sometimes I can even quickly judge that my body can move to strike the enemy's vitals in a certain situation, but my fingers are half a beat slower, unable to keep up with my flexible head.

"Come on." Matsuda Jinhei's nimble fingers danced so quickly on the game console that my eyes couldn't catch them. "You're just making excuses for your rubbish game skills."

It's not that I deliberately tried to find a reason. Matsuda Jinpei's game skills are too superb, and I should have known a thing or two from his superhuman typing speed from the very beginning.

Our two passionate hospital play lives boosted our spirits so much that it didn't take long for us to be discharged from the hospital.

It doesn't mean that we recovered quickly, the game doesn't have such a magical function.

It was the patient in the next room who complained about us playing games and arguing too loudly.

"Go!" "Come on!" "Where are you going!"...

The doctors and nurses said that the two of us were a nuisance to the people and that we were in the same boat, and they drove us out of the hospital early on the pretext that there were not enough beds in the hospital, and sent us back to recuperate.

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