The doctor's note describing the injury was stuffed in his suit pocket at the moment. The distance he could reach by just raising his hand was like a chasm, leaving Katsumi Uehara unable to do anything.
Miscalculated.
Who knows if we can meet him at the entrance of the hospital.
Miwako Sato, who noticed him, had already opened the door and got out of the car, and came to Katsuki Uehara in three steps and two steps. Her extremely dangerous sight gave the latter no chance to verify the accuracy of his memory.
"Why are you here?"
"Why are you here?"
The doubts that were asked almost at the same time made the two of them look stunned. After looking at each other, Uehara Katsumi, who vaguely remembered that his left hand was in trouble, raised his left arm and took the initiative: "After I went back last night, my hand felt more and more painful. Come to the hospital this morning to take an X-ray for examination."
“Hand pain? Between his brows, his eyes naturally fell on the man's slightly stiff fingers on his left hand: "What's going on?"
"It's not the old man who was arrested in the art museum last night. I had a conflict with him in the exhibition room and punched him on the finely crafted armor." Uehara Katsumi sighed, somewhat forcing a smile and laughing at himself. The ground grinned: "Obviously, compared to finely processed steel, my mortal body is not very strong."
"what did the doctor say?"
"It's just a slight fracture of the left little finger. The problem is not serious. I'm already making an appointment for surgery."
"Slightly fractured little finger?" Miwako Sato looked suspiciously up and down at Katsumi Uehara's finger that seemed to be a little bit strange, and asked strangely: "Didn't the nurse put a plaster on it for you?"
"I refused. I can just deal with the bandage myself. The plaster is too troublesome, and it's not the kind that's completely broken." Shrugging, Katsuki Uehara nuzzled towards the bicycle faucet. Miwako Sato looked around, and a bag with bandages came into view.
"Originally I planned to go back to the Metropolitan Police Department and fix it. After all, it would be a good way to gain some impression points in front of the Memu Police Department. But..."
Katsuki Uehara turned his gaze and lowered his eyelids to look at the woman in front of him with a grin: "Since I met you at the entrance of the hospital, I wonder if I can ask you to help me fix it?"
Sato Miwako rolled her eyes at the man angrily.
If it was a year ago or even half a year ago, she might still have reacted to this man's flirting. But now, she is just calm and even wants to laugh.
"retribution."
Without hesitation, she passed over the man standing beside her, reached out and took the bag hanging on the bicycle in her hands, and then turned and walked towards her car, which was parked on the edge of the traffic and could not move.
Uehara Katsuki turned to look at the empty faucet handle of the bicycle, chuckled and followed.
"Speaking of which, were you late this morning?"
Uehara Katsuki couldn't help but raise his eyebrows as he opened the passenger door with ease. The two large instant lunch boxes placed on the seat made Uehara Katsuki couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "You also specially prepared a breakfast for me? Did you come to meet me on purpose?"
"I advise you to change your narcissistic problem, otherwise you may suffer disadvantages in the future."
"You can't change it, you're born with it."
"Next time, don't just see orthopedics, go to neurology or neurosurgery." Seeing Uehara Katsumi stacking the lunch box on the center console, Sato Miwako pulled off the bandage and sat down and raised her head to him. He raised his chin and said, "Hand over here."
"Then I'm afraid family members will need to accompany me to sign." Feeling the touch of the bandage slowly binding his fingers, Uehara Katsumi, who was resting on the passenger's headrest, smiled and turned to look out the window: "I won't humiliate myself. "
Miwako Sato's hand tying the bandage paused before fixing the end of the bandage.
Now she really didn't know how to answer the question.
The atmosphere in the carriage was a little strange for a moment, but fortunately, Miwako Sato was relieved by the sound of hunger coming from her stomach——
"I didn't sleep well last night and got up late this morning."
Sato Miwako, who hurriedly reached out and took out a quick lunch from the center console, quickly changed the topic: "Have you had breakfast?"
"It's half past nine, what do you think?"
Uehara Katsumi took out his phone and flipped it to show the time. He flexed his fingers and nodded with satisfaction: "It's okay, at least it's not a bow tie."
When Sato Miwako, who was unpacking her lunch box, heard this, the coquettish bow on Uehara Katsumi's back bandage when she was on Tsukikage Island suddenly appeared in her mind. She shook her head slightly and couldn't help but raise the corner of her mouth: "Have you heard about the follow-up of the Tsukikage Island incident? Well, our colleagues have uprooted all the drug trafficking networks on the island.
"I heard that Matsumoto Police attaches great importance to this sudden action. You should be rewarded."
"I have never solved a major case before. I would like to ask, how much is the reward?"
"Who knows." Miwako Sato, who was chewing a rice ball, thought carefully about the major cases she had solved in the past few years in her career. Each bonus was different: "Anyway, it will definitely be higher than the normal bonus baseline. That's it." You can rest assured, maybe you will be reused in the future."
"Thank you. I've only put bandages on two people after I've been arrested. If you do it a few more times, I'm afraid my life will be taken." After hearing this, Uehara Katsumi hurriedly shook his head, with a look of disgust on his face: "I'd better wait. After you get promoted, just sit in the office and it will be even better to use your crime-solving achievements to improve your qualifications."
From the professional team, even if it is a false position, after being promoted to the police department, many gangsters can start to work in the office permanently.
Sato Miwako felt very unhappy.
Although this is true.
"The bandage is tied, please get out of the car."
Unable to refute, Sato Miwako chewed a rice ball, turned around and stared at Uehara Katsumi, half-squinting her eyes, and her tone was a bit ruthless.
"You don't want me to have lunch with you? You're here now."
Katsuki Uehara blinked and moved his mouth toward another instant lunch on the center console.
"You need to go back to the office and sit down now instead of wasting time here." Sato Miwako took a big bite of sushi and leaned back on her seat, closing her eyes and not bothering to look at the expression between the man's brows.
"Why don't you just go back with me? The traffic has been stuck for so long and there's no intention of moving in a short time. Why don't you just take my car back to the Metropolitan Police Department."
"your car?"
"What, do you look down on bicycles? I rode a bicycle just in anticipation of this situation. Look at you, you are driving a Mazda when you go out during the morning rush hour. No wonder you are stuck in traffic." Uehara Katsumi, who shook his head, immediately caught up with him. Miwako Sato's unkind eyes.
"How about you wait slowly and make your own choice." Katsuki Uehara opened the door and got out of the car. He took out a box of chewing gum from his pocket with his right hand and opened the lid, shook two pieces and flew them into his mouth to chew: "In advance Have a great time working overtime tonight."
The ponytail swayed behind the man's head three times with each step, and her tongue touched her teeth. After a lot of mental struggle, Sato Miwako finally pushed open the car door after thinking about the vicious circle that returning home late might create -
"Wait a minute Uehara, where is the parking space around here? The parking spaces in the hospital are all full."
Who would want to work overtime if it wasn't necessary?
"I have a friend, he does." Uehara Katsumi paused, took out his cell phone with a bright smile, and dialed Aso Minoru's number.
"Hello? Uehara?"
"Chengshi, can you lend me the employee parking space inside your hospital?"
"????"
………………………………………………………………
"Hey, did you hear that? Miss Sato seems to have come to work on Uehara Criminal's bicycle this morning."
"What did you say?! Is it true or false?! Has Miss Sato been worn down by that boy Uehara's persistent stalking?!"
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
"It's true, someone took a photo. Look, Miss Sato is sitting on the back seat of Uehara Criminal's bicycle."
"No! I don't accept it! I can't accept it!"
"…………"
In the huge police station, a large number of male police officers all learned a piece of bad news that made them feel extremely heartbroken before lunch - the goddess of their dreams was given a ride on a bicycle by that damn bastard. Seated!
There are photos to prove it!
"Uehara-kun, let me ask you, where did this photo come from?"
"Uehara-kun, are you really in love with Miss Sato?"
"Uehara-kun, we need to talk."
"Uehara-kun..."
Lunch time, Metropolitan Police cafeteria.
Katsuki Uehara, who was still very proud in the morning, was currently sitting on a chair surrounded by three layers inside and three outside. He raised his head very obediently and said with pride in his voice: "I'm sorry, I can't say."
