Matsumoto

It was already dark when the night shift began.

Along with Ichijō Mirai, there were many doctors and nurses who were strangers to him, and while he was a stranger to them, they were very familiar with him, and almost everyone seemed to know him, greeting him with a kind smile and a 'Good evening, Dr. Kanagawa' when they first met him.

Some of the doctors went further, asking Ichijō Mirai how he felt about the hospital.

Ichijō Mirai thought for a moment and replied sincerely, "The director is very warm and nice."

Dr. Unknown: "..."

He probably had a problem with that, so he was silent for a few seconds, but didn't dare to express an opinion, so he nodded deeply and complimented rather stiffly, "Haha, I've also heard that Director Yamada is very nice and warm."

And then he hurriedly threw out another topic, "I heard that you, Dr. Kanagawa, were scouted by Director Yamada from a hospital in New York?"

"That's New York," the unnamed doctor exuded envy, "It's amazing that you're willing to come back."

He couldn't ask Dr. Yamada how much he had paid him, so he asked, "You've just come back, are you adjusting well to our hospital? Most of the rules and regulations in a New York hospital are different from those in a Tokyo hospital."

Ichijō Mirai's age was obvious: early twenties.

He's at most a year or two out of school, a newcomer to the profession of doctoring, and it's logical that Ichijō Mirai should show respect to the unknown doctor, who looks to be in his 30s or 40s, even if he's related, and accept the unknown doctor's bragging rights.

It's an invisible social rule.

But the unknown doctor didn't even let him.

Because: 'Doctor from New York Hospital'.

Ichijō Mirai sipped at this much-repeated point, and with a subtle sense of dreaming his way back to the first chapter, he smiled, "It's okay."

"It's just that I've gotten used to the advance patient appointment system, and I'm not used to the Japanese system." He didn't directly admit that he came from a hospital in New York, nor did he directly deny it, and said in a joking tone, "It's a bit bad that doctors don't have the ability to properly schedule their leisure and appointments in advance."

In New York to go to the hospital, generally speaking, you need to make an appointment in advance, ordinary disease to make an appointment for at least a week or more, if it is a serious illness, may see the doctor in advance, but may instead need three or four weeks to see the doctor belatedly.

This is a very good system for the patients: small illnesses directly dragged to heal, the immediate savings of 100%, the big disease directly G, do not need to see a doctor, now do not need, will not need, and even more immediate savings of 100%.

As a doctor, the unknown doctor understands these common sense, with a laugh, "This is true."

"For people our age, I'm afraid it's not possible to get a date, but for you, Dr. Kanagawa, at your age when you're very popular with the girls, it's a headache."

He wiggled his eyebrows, "But I think you can date while you're at work... there are a lot of people who are interested in you..."

Ichijō Mirai wasn't interested in chatting with the middle-aged boring doctor, and interrupted with a smile, "It's late, let's go to the duty room first."

The on-call room was a single room, almost like a small rented house, a cozy corner to rest in when there were no urgent surgeries to be done, and a place to avoid interacting with colleagues.

He lifted his wristwatch and glanced at it, "I'm guessing there are some taboos here too, like not lamenting too much leisure or praying for a clear night?"

"So, I'm praying for a big night?"

Something big tonight.

Ichijō Mirai was called up for the first time by Nurse Koharu.

She arrived in a hurry, knocked on the door and called out, "Mr. Kanagawa, there's a patient with severe abdominal pain."

The patient was temporarily lying on the bed, holding his abdomen down with his arm, his whole body almost curled up into a very ripe shrimp, sweating profusely, his face pale, but red from the neck down from the excessive pain.

There was already a young doctor examining the patient, who looked to be about Ichijō Mirai's age, probably an intern or some other junior doctor, examining and panicking.

Upon seeing Ichijō Mirai, his eyes lit up with a sense of relief at seeing his teacher, "You're here."

"This patient has abdominal pain, you see?"

His whole body says: 'I'm a novice, I haven't combined knowledge and theory, I'm overwhelmed, I don't know how to do it, help me!'

It also says: 'Dr. Kanagawa, who came back from New York Hospital, will surely do it!!!' 

Ichijō Mirai: "..."

He stares at the patient for a few seconds and calmly puts on his gloves to do a preliminary examination, feeling the neck to check for a heartbeat, then feeling the abdomen to apply pressure, trying to find the patient's pain points, "Does it hurt here? Or here?"

And he spoke to the real doctor more calmly, "I know you are in a hurry, but don't worry, I should be more in a hurry than you, I am not in a hurry at all."

"Have you confirmed the location of the pain and the level of pain, have you checked the blood and urine, have you inquired about the food intake within five hours?"

The new doctor panicked: "I called the nurse to test him, the blood has been sent to the lab, the results are not yet available, the pain, it seems to be, it's..."

Ichijō Mirai pressed on a spot, and the patient let out a cry of pain.

He stopped immediately. "Right side of the umbilicus."

"Sir, what did you take for dinner? Did you have any symptoms such as vomiting or diarrhea?"

The new doctor's panic was obvious, as was his respect for the higher-ups, and Ichijō Mirai looked professional, not flustered at all, and performed the basic exams in a calm, methodical tone.

The patient, barely able to suppress his panic, anger and despair at the prospect of a new doctor, pulled a few moments of strength from his pain and replied.

"Coffee, bread, sandwiches, no, no vomiting or diarrhea."

After a pause, he added through clenched teeth, "Now I want to throw up."

"I threw up a while ago."

Want to throw up? A while ago?

Ichijō Mirai raised his eyebrows, pressed on the patient's abdomen again, and asked, "Is the pain constant or does it come and go?"

"Is it a pins and needles pain, burning pain, numbness, or swelling?"

"It's a throbbing pain," The patient hisses, calming down a bit under the barrage of questions, a little uncertain, "like a swelling sensation?"

"OK," Ichijō Mirai said, still holding down the patient's abdomen to give himself something to do, "pain in the right side of the abdomen, no mass, body heat, high heart rate, feeling of vomiting, vomited a while ago, paroxysms of pain, swelling."

Without looking back, he asks, "What do you think it is, Dr. Newcomer?"

Dr. Newcomer: "Huh?!"

Under the barrage of questions, it's not only the patient who is calmed down, but also the new doctor, who, because the symptoms are so typical, wracks his brain, quickly searches for knowledge in his mind, and says uncertainly, "But, maybe Appendicitis?"

Ichijō Mirai: "Maybe?"

There was a sudden scurrying sound outside as Nurse Koharu rushed in again, "Dr. Kanagawa!"

Her face turned pale, but her tone was calm as she quickly explained the incident: "A shooting occurred in Shinjuku!"

"The injured are being rushed to various hospitals. Ten injured police officers are being rushed in, six of them are slightly injured, three are seriously injured, and one, and one more... was shot at close range with a shotgun!"

"His last name is Matsumoto, and he's the manager of Search Division 1! What should I do?!"

We can't die in the hospital!

A shotgun blast at close range.

Ichijō Mirai was very optimistic first: "I know you're in a hurry, but don't worry, maybe the dying administrator will die before he gets to the hospital."

He took this opportunity to leave, "New York hospitals specialize in gunshot wounds, I spent some time there, I'm on my way to help."

Turning to the nurse, he arranged, "Are there any other internists in the room? Please call a relatively experienced doctor to come over and watch this new doctor for a consultation."

"You," says Ichijō Mirai, pointing to the new doctor again, "redo the tests I just did, carefully, and when you're done, report what you've done to the other doctors."

"Don't worry, you can do it."

He wasn't even in a hurry!!!!!