Asakura Zhen was walking in the corridor of Mihua Hospital carrying a fruit basket.
After nearly two weeks, Zhu Fu Jingguang received the most complete treatment from this hospital, the most powerful doctors, expensive special drugs, and the best nursing conditions.
These preferential treatment did not come from Asakura's instructions. For him, as long as Zhufu Jingguang was not dead, he could accept it regardless of being disabled, paralyzed or in a vegetative state.
It's just that when the director of this hospital saw that the patient was sent here by Asakura Makoto, he immediately consciously arranged the best diagnosis and treatment.
In front of Zhufu Jingguang's independent ward, a middle-aged man with a rather prosperous body was standing at the door eagerly waiting for Asakura's arrival.
Makoto Asakura did not wear a mask during this operation. He only wore a blue-green medical mask on his mouth and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses in front of his eyes.
"301, 302, 303."
He walked along the elevator exit, looking for the door number of the target ward one by one.
Soon, a room with the dean and several doctors and nurses standing at the door appeared in front of him.
"Hello, is this Mr. B?" Seeing a strange man wearing a mask walking over, the dean took a step forward and asked carefully.
Mr. B, the foreign name of brandy is Brandy.
He didn't know what Brandy looked like. He had seen him once before in the dim light of night and with a Hannya mask on Asakura's face.
In fact, the director of this hospital is not a member of the organization, and he does not know the identity of the members of the Brandy organization. His respectful attitude towards Brandy comes from a few years ago, when he was on the verge of bankruptcy and had no choice but to commit suicide by jumping off a building. A choice was made when a favor was received from Brandy.
"Don't gather here." Asakura said.
The voice was very soft, but it rang in the dean's ears. Although he didn't know what Asakura really looked like, the voice was exactly the same as in his memory.
"Yes!" He excitedly stepped aside, gave way to the bedroom door of the ward, bowed ninety degrees and invited Asakura to come in.
When the doctors and nurses around him saw the dean's performance, they also bowed and saluted, divided into two teams in front of the ward door, and separated into a passage.
Asakura opened the door, as if remembering something, turned around and ordered: "Don't let anyone get close to here."
"Yes!" The dean, who had not yet stood up, bowed his head heavily again.
He entered the room and closed the door, shutting out the fanatical believers.
The windows in the ward are bright and clean, and the plain white color makes the place look particularly neat. The window was open to the outside, and the green buds of the branches blocked the sunlight coming from the window, casting mottled light spots on the floor between the hospital bed and the glass.
Asakura Zhen placed the fruit basket next to the hospital bed, moved the chair next to it and sat on it, leaning on the armrest and watching the sleeping Zhu Fujingguang.
"It's almost time to wake up."
His eyes fell on the real-time electrocardiogram on the other side of the hospital bed. The uneven curves on it marked the restless psychological activities of the man lying in front of him.
"who are you?"
Zhu Fu Jingguang was lying on the hospital bed, his body covered with immobilizing plasters and bandages. At this moment, the only thing he could move was his mouth.
After all, he fell from the rooftop on the fourth floor to the height of the fifth floor, and was shot halfway.
If such a serious injury were placed in the scientific world, no matter how lucky he was, he would be a paraplegic. However, thanks to Ke Xue's blessing, he was out of danger in just one week. As long as the wound healed slowly, he would be as good as before the injury. It looks the same, but there may not even be any sequelae.
"What do you think?"
Asakura took out an apple from the fruit basket and slowly peeled it with a fruit knife.
Hearing his rhetorical question, Zhu Fu Jingguang's eyes narrowed: "You are from the organization."
In fact, from the moment he woke up from the coma after the operation, he knew that he had not returned to the Metropolitan Police. Then, through the elimination method, he came to the conclusion without understanding why the organization would revive him. The answer is that he is still under the control of the organization.
"Uh-huh." Asakura shrugged and did not continue to speak. All his energy now was focused on ensuring that the apple peel in his hand would not be cut off.
After a while, he looked at a whole strip of apple skin, sighed with satisfaction, threw it into the trash can, and took a bite of this so-called crisp and juicy high-end apple.
To be honest, the taste is average.
"The soil in this country is not suitable for growing fruits, so no matter how much hype or marketing, no matter how famous it is, the taste of the fruit cannot be comparable to that produced in places with suitable conditions."
When he said this, he ignored the fact that he just bought random fruits at a roadside fruit shop.
Zhufu Jingguang listened quietly to Asakura's true words without any reaction. After the anesthetic effect wore off, the pain in his body never disappeared.
The pain in his body, coupled with the constant chewing sounds in his ears, made Zhu Fu Jingguang feel upset. After a while of silence, he asked.
"What is your purpose in rescuing me?"
"Of course there is a purpose. Wait a moment until I finish eating." Zhen Asakura bit into the apple, "By the way, the word 'you' is inappropriate. To be precise, it should be 'you'."
"Rescuing you is just out of my personal interest and has nothing to do with the organization."
He threw the apple core into the trash can, wiped his hands with a piece of paper beside the hospital bed, and then took out a CD from his pocket.
The single-person special care unit is in perfect condition, with TVs and DVD players. Of course, even if it doesn't happen, Asakura Zhen will find a way to arrange it for Zhufu Jingguang.
"I recorded some fun stuff to relieve your boredom."
Asakura inserted the disc and adjusted the channel on the TV to the position where the disc was playing.
The content recorded on the disc was played on the TV, the tombstones, the solemn crowd in black, this was a funeral.
"How does it feel to watch someone else hold a funeral for you?" Sad music came from the TV, and Asakura smiled and asked Morofushi Kage about his thoughts.
"..."
Zhu Fu Jingguang did not answer. He would not be shocked by such a boring provocation. On the contrary, he was more concerned about the angle of the video. It was obvious that the photographer was one of the people participating in the funeral.
That person's identity is likely to be an undercover agent of the Metropolitan Police Department.
Faced with his calm attitude, Asakura was noncommittal. The purpose of the broadcast was not to let him watch his own funeral. The focus of the TV shooting gradually shifted from the worshiping crowd to the shadows cast by the distant trees.
There was a person standing there, looking at the scene here.
With blond hair, slightly dark skin, and a black suit that symbolizes mourning, who else could he be if he wasn't Bourbon in the organization?
Obviously, after saying not to go, he finally chose to attend the event in person.
When he saw Toru Amuro's various scenes, he became excited instantly.
"what you up to!"
"Calm down, calm down!" Seeing the skyrocketing readings on the electrocardiogram, Asakura pressed his hands down.
"I just want to talk to you about a deal."
