Chapter 55 The operation

failed again. I won't allow it to happen a second time.

Just when answering like this, a genius like Oshitari, with a casual smile on his face and a firm tone, remembered the Batsita operation that failed the first time he was the lead surgeon. The lively face of the boy whose heart stopped beating on the operating table was as if he were alive.

That boy was also the only brother of the woman in front of him.

He smiled, hiding the emotions in his eyes.

After all, Youji didn't go to the ward again. After getting his assurance, she bowed to him as if grateful, and then turned and left.

Oshitari Yuushi even had an illusion that maybe she was just looking for him.

At that time, the twilight was already deep. The woman walked out of the tall ward in the afterglow of the sunset, and her black sleeves fluttered in the wind. Oshitari leaned against the corridor upstairs and looked down at her gradually receding figure. Thinking of the grand and luxurious wedding more than a year ago, he was actually a little sad.

Looking up at the colorful sky, the dark blue hair was plated into a gorgeous deep purple.

In the next few days, he was busy with simulated surgical training. From the chief surgeon to the assistant, to the anesthesiologist, to the nurse who delivered the instruments, to the clinical technician who controlled the machinery, he practiced every link over and over again, fearing that something might go wrong.

He has always been called a genius. Even in the most difficult surgeries, he never panicked. He directed the cooperation of the members in a lazy Kansai accent, and moved the blade in his hand skillfully, with a calm demeanor. But now he was abnormally cautious, so much so that he made several mistakes in the first few simulations.

When others looked at him, they were somewhat surprised.

But he could only smile bitterly.

As a doctor, you never operate on your loved ones, because if you are too careful, you will lose your principles.

The day before the operation, he finished the training of the surgical team early, but at night he was alone in the instrument room fiddling with the blade.

He sharpened the delicate scalpel again and again, and the dim light shone on it, faintly showing a sad luster.

He was distracted and the knife fell with a slight sound.

"Doctor Oshina?" Nurse Rima Asano stopped at the door, as if passing by, "Haven't you gone home yet?"

Oshina looked up, and was stunned when he saw her, with a hint of laziness on the corner of his mouth, "Ah, Nurse Asano, you haven't left yet either?"

"I'm on duty today, and I saw the lights were still on here." The young nurse stood by the door and nodded shyly, "So I came up to see. Doctor Oshina is working extra hard this time..."

"Hmm?" Oshina laughed at himself, but his voice was still lazy, "You seem to be not working hard before..."

"No." The woman hurriedly defended, "I just feel that Doctor Oshina was always calm and composed before, and he didn't need to be very serious to do everything well, but this time, how should I put it... It feels like he's suddenly excited..." Excited

, Oshina listened to the long-lost words and smiled incomprehensiblely.

"Rima..." He suddenly said faintly.

The nurse's face showed obvious surprise. It was the first time she heard him call her name in a long time.

Oshitari looked calm, and just lowered his head and continued to speak slowly: "You know, when you operate on someone close to you, even if you are a skilled doctor, you will still tremble when holding the knife..."

Asano Rima looked at him, silent for a moment.

Genius Oshitari also has times of fear.

"Doctor Oshitari, there will be no problem." Suddenly, she bit her lip and looked at him, "Tomorrow, everyone will work hard."

Oshitari Yuushi looked at her, silent for a long time, then smiled, put the equipment back in place, walked over and rubbed her hair: "It's time to go back."

He raised his hand to turn off the lights and close the door.

Looking up, you can see the moon hanging high in the night sky, and the sharpness in his eyes flashed by, and you feel your blood rushing.

Wolf blood.

That night, Asano Rima could see Oshitari Yuushi in the corridor through the window of the duty room, practicing suturing techniques with his bare hands, as if flowing like clouds and water.

The operation the next day was scheduled for 9 a.m., and the preparation of equipment and personnel had already begun at 7 a.m.

The bright shadowless lamp in the operating room cast a strong light, and figures in light blue surgical gowns came and went. The instruments made a few metallic collision sounds when they were passed.

Yuuji Oshizuka walked through the corridor to the operating preparation room. His white coat was gently lifted by the cool morning wind. Halfway through, he saw a nurse pushing a mobile stretcher from a distance. He stopped and raised his eyelids. Atobe only slightly tilted his face and head. It was difficult to see each other's expressions from a distance. In just a moment, he was pushed into the operating room.

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10... Anesthesia is complete."

The anesthesiologist deliberately drew out his voice and counted to 10. The man on the operating table gradually closed his eyes. The side door of the operating room suddenly opened. Yuuji Oshizuka, the surgeon in charge, and two assistants had already made all the disinfection preparations and walked in fully armed.

Most of his face was covered by a mask and a hat brim, with only his eyes exposed. Through a flat mirror, the man on the operating table had fallen into a deep sleep, looking peaceful. He looked up at the observation platform above, where his father, Ryusuke Oshitari, and the chairman of the Atobe Zaibatsu, Keiichi Atobe, had come in, accompanied by the director, Nobuhiko Sato.

The youngest surgeon at the University of Tokyo Hospital took a deep breath, and glanced at the clock on the wall. The hour hand pointed to nine o'clock.

At this time, the trial of the day had already begun.

"When we stormed into the Ryugasaki Group's base in Shibuya that day, the victim, Kei Ichikawa, had been shot in the chest and was unconscious. He was immediately rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment, but unfortunately it was unsuccessful." "

So, Inspector Hiyoshi, what did the police think of this incident afterwards?"

"The victim was once the personal secretary of Yuichi Atobe, the former vice president of the Atobe Zaibatsu. According to his family, the victim had disappeared about a month ago. Before the murder, Keigo Atobe, the president of the Atobe Zaibatsu, had asked the police to investigate his whereabouts. We suspect that his disappearance and murder are related to the money laundering transactions that Vice President Yuichi Atobe was suspected of. Perhaps they were afraid that he had evidence that could not be revealed, so they took the initiative to silence him." "

Are there any further evidence?"

"There is no direct evidence yet, but according to our investigation of the Ryugasaki Group's accounts, we found that they had many improper transactions with some companies, and most of these company accounts were fake accounts set up for money laundering. But coincidentally, in the secret account book provided by Kei Ichikawa's wife that was deposited in the bank by Kei Ichikawa during his lifetime, there were also large transactions with these companies." "In

other words, it is very likely that Atobe Yuichi was involved in money laundering transactions during his lifetime?"

"Yes."

"Then, did these black funds eventually flow into the Ryugasaki Group?"

"Only a small part of it flows into the Ryugasaki Group. According to the account investigation, a large amount of funds are remitted into a personal account in various forms such as dividends and interest every year. The person in charge is called Hamasaki Minami. The police have detained him for investigation. This person is the current executive director of Hasegawa Logistics. According to his confession, these funds that flowed into personal accounts will eventually be remitted into the account of Hasegawa Shu, the president of Hasegawa Logistics, through logistics transactions." "

In other words, there has long been an improper money laundering transaction between Atobe Yuichi and Hasegawa Logistics?"

"It is preliminarily determined that this is the case, but since we have not yet applied for a search of Hasegawa Logistics, we have not yet obtained further direct evidence."

Hiyoshi Waka sat in the witness stand, finished his testimony in an orderly manner, and gently licked his dry lips.

Yuki looked at the sharp-minded young man in police uniform in front of him and nodded.

"Your Honor, I now request to present the evidence mentioned by the police." Then she turned to face the judge in the middle, "This secret account book was provided by the victim Kei Ichikawa's wife after her husband's death. It records most of Yuichi Atobe's private account transactions. According to the police investigation results and the testimony of Inspector Hiyoshi, it is enough to prove the fact that Yuichi Atobe and Hasegawa Shu were in collusion. Moreover, in the labor dispute case of Hokkaido Futong Logistics at the beginning of last year, if the two did not have a deep interest entanglement, AX Logistics under Yuichi Atobe would not have taken the initiative to offer to bear the large amount of compensation for Futong Logistics under Hasegawa Logistics."

She stood in the court... her uniform was straight and her words were sonorous and favorable.

"Based on this, I believe that, although Atobe Yuichi's illegal behavior is real, the Atobe Zaibatsu was not aware of it and was not the biggest beneficiary. Hasegawa Logistics, or Hasegawa Shu himself, was the accomplice, or the ultimate beneficiary, and should bear the primary legal responsibility for the illegal transactions of black funds!"

The judge wearing a white wig pondered for a moment, nodded, and turned to the prosecutors on the side: "What does the prosecution think?"

It seemed that the emergence of strong evidence reversed the situation. The prosecutors at the prosecution seat whispered timidly to each other for a while, and the chief prosecutor Arikawa Hironori slowly stood up.

"Your Honor, although there is solid evidence that Atobe Yuichi is colluding with Hasegawa Logistics, I still feel puzzled." He turned and faced the capable woman in black uniform opposite him, "Atobe Yuichi is the vice president of the Atobe Zaibatsu, and Hasegawa Shu is the heir to Hasegawa Company. With Atobe Yuichi's identity, why would he help an outsider who has nothing to do with him, even at the cost of breaking the law? What's more, in the labor-management dispute case of Fortis Logistics mentioned by the defendant's lawyer, he assumed a lot of responsibility for Fortis? If there is a combination of interests between the two, then it is understandable. But from the evidence provided by the defendant, Atobe Yuichi himself did not seem to have gained much benefit, which is totally unreasonable." "

Your Honor, in order to answer the prosecution's questions, I request to present another piece of evidence." You Ji listened to him quietly, his expression did not change, he just turned around calmly, took out a piece of information, and handed it to Sakai.

"This is a DNA test report issued by Kitano General Hospital. The people being tested are Hasegawa Kenshin, the president of Hasegawa Company, and his son Hasegawa Suzu, and the test results." She paused, looked up at the image magnified by the slide, and ignored the surprised eyes of the people in the court. "As you can see, Hasegawa Suzu is not the biological son of the president Hasegawa Kenshin."

For a moment, there was a commotion in the courtroom.

At this time, the clock had passed ten o'clock, and the operation was almost halfway through. The process was more difficult than Yuuji Oshita had imagined.

Open the chest, start the artificial heart and lung device, stop the heart, drain the residual effusion, and then raise the knife.

The diseased myocardium of the left ventricle was removed bit by bit under the thin blade. The organ under the shadowless lamp was bright red, which was very dazzling in the observation instrument.

"There is still one hour." Oshita Ryusuke looked at the young man who was concentrating on the operating table, "At this speed, it should be in time."

Atobe Keiji did not speak, but just stared at the operating table with a gloomy look.

Ryusuke Oshizu looked at him, chuckled and patted his shoulder: "Relax, Yushi is rarely so serious."

The chairman of the Atobe Zaibatsu looked up at his old friend, and finally raised the corner of his mouth slightly. He was about to say something, but he saw that in front of the operating table, Oshizu had completed the myocardial resection and started to sew.

"Doctor Oshizu, the aorta seems to be ruptured." The second assistant suddenly said, and everyone was shocked.

"Fujino, you are responsible for the suturing." Oshizu was stunned for a moment, and ordered the first assistant, "I will repair the aorta."

The two immediately changed positions.

At that time, the instrument had already issued a crisis alarm. When the young surgeon looked down, a large amount of blood had overflowed from the inner wall of the heart.

Yushi Oshizu's hand holding the knife trembled slightly.

The repair of the aorta, plus the reconstruction of the left ventricle, was too hasty in time.

"Yushi." Ryusuke Oshima picked up the phone in the observation room, "Repair the aorta first. If that doesn't work, give up the reconstruction of the left ventricle."

Yushi Oshima looked up in surprise and was stunned for a moment: "In that case..."

"Now is not the time to be brave. The most important thing is to save the patient's life."

Oshima paused for a moment and shook his head slightly: "No, you can't do that."

"Yushi..."

"If I can only rely on a pacemaker to survive in the future, Atobe will definitely kill me when he wakes up." He laughed, "I will finish it as soon as possible, believe me."

He lowered his head, and the blade in his hand had regained its composure.