Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

What's the situation in Chapter 1027? Tell me quickly!

During this time, Yusuke Ichijo briefly left this suffocating area.

He returned to the room that still smelled of food and wine, but the atmosphere was completely different.

Mayu Taniguchi and Shoma Mitsuda were still at the table, but the previous intoxication from clinking glasses had long since dissipated, replaced by a tacit silence.

Lieutenant Colonel Taro Shigeno had already left.

"Ichijo-kun, how is the situation?" Taniguchi Mayu put down his teacup and asked in a deep voice, his eyes piercing.

Yusuke Ichijo sat down with a gloomy expression and waved away the standing orderly.

He took a deep breath, trying to keep his tone calm, but the restlessness in his eyes was hard to hide.

"Please excuse my poor appearance." He forced a smile. "It's just a little unexpected trouble. Do you two remember the little girl you rescued from the fleeing soldiers yesterday?"

Upon hearing this, Mitsuda Shoma raised an eyebrow, his tone slightly amusement: "Oh? That little maid you took a liking to, the one you wanted to give to Miss Keiko? Something went wrong?"

“Hmm.” Yusuke Ichijo nodded, his tone suddenly turning cold: “That useless Chinese father neglected his duties! The child is seriously injured and her life is in danger. The Yamaguchi military doctor is doing his best inside.” He cleverly glossed over Li Shouren’s plea for help and the details of Xiao Juan’s injury, only attributing the blame to “negligence.”

Mayu Taniguchi's deep gaze lingered on his face for a moment before he said slowly, "Ichijo-kun, she's just a little girl. It's a pity, but there's no need to worry too much."

"The situation in Nanjing has just stabilized, and everything needs to be rebuilt. We both have many important tasks to attend to." His words were calm, yet carried a clear reminder, implying that he should not lose sight of the bigger picture for the sake of trivial matters.

“Mr. Taniguchi is absolutely right.” Yusuke Ichijo picked up his now-cold tea, took a sip, and used it to conceal his emotions. “However… this matter concerns my feelings for Ms. Keiko. It would be a great pity if it were to end prematurely.”

Mitsuda Shojin chuckled and leaned back lazily: "If you ask me, Brother Ichijo, you're just too stubborn. Sending a maid is fine, just find a clever one later, why make such a fuss over a Chinese girl?"

A faint hint of displeasure flashed across Yusuke Ichijo's eyes, but he didn't show it at all. He simply said, "Mr. Mitsuda, you may not know this, but this woman is someone whose temperament and appearance are acceptable after observation. If we search further, she may not be the right fit."

He had no intention of discussing it in detail, and he didn't want the two of them to know about the subtle resemblance between Xiao Juan and Hui Zi.

Then Yusuke Ichijo changed the subject: "But don't worry, both of you, I know what I'm doing and I won't let this interfere with our business."

"Come, let's have a few more drinks and wait for news."

For the rest of the time, the three seemed to be drinking and chatting, and the conversation turned to the results of "security rectification" and "material collection" in each defense zone.

Although Yusuke Ichijo tried to stay alert, his absent-mindedness was obvious; his ears were constantly listening for any sounds that might come from outside the corridor.

Seeing his anxiety, Taniguchi and Mitsuda said nothing more, but simply kept him company until late at night before leaving.

The next morning, the sky was still pitch black, and a biting wind howled through the courtyard.

The red light above the operating room door, which had been burning all night, finally went out with a "snap," as if the bloodshot eyes, exhausted to the extreme, had finally closed.

Almost at the same instant the lights went out, Yusuke Ichijo, who had been sitting fully clothed on the corridor bench pretending to be asleep, suddenly opened his eyes.

He abruptly stood up, not even having time to smooth out the wrinkles pressed into his military overcoat, but his bloodshot eyes were already sharp as a hawk's, fixed on the door that was being slowly pushed open from the inside.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the corridor, Li Shouren, who was being held captive in a corner by two military policemen, suddenly shuddered as if struck by an electric current. He struggled to stand up, staggered forward, and made broken "hoarse" sounds in his throat, like a trapped beast on the verge of death.

But he was immediately and roughly pushed back to his original position by the expressionless military policeman next to him with the butt of his rifle. He could only stretch his neck in despair, his cloudy eyes almost bulging out of their sockets, filled with the last glimmer of hope and bottomless fear.

The door opened fully, and Dr. Yamaguchi, his legs feeling like they were made of lead, slowly shuffled out.

In the dim light of the corridor lamp, his face was ashen, his eyes were sunken, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of cold sweat. His once pristine white surgical gown was splattered with dark red bloodstains that had already congealed.

He took off his mask and exhaled a long, trembling breath, as if he had just unloaded a heavy burden.

"Commander!" Upon seeing Yusuke Ichijo walking quickly towards him, the medic Yamaguchi immediately mustered his spirits and tried to straighten his aching back.

"Thank you for your hard work, Yamaguchi-kun!" Yusuke Ichijo raised his hand to interrupt his salute, eagerly pressing for an answer. His voice was unusually hoarse from the long wait and tension: "How did it go? Tell me quickly!"

"Yes, sir!" The medic from Yamaguchi bowed deeply, using the most professional and concise language possible to report on the life-or-death struggle that had lasted nearly seven hours:

"Your Excellency, the surgery lasted six hours and fifty minutes."

The process was extremely complex and difficult.

The injured person was in deep shock upon arrival, with very weak vital signs. Our primary task was to rapidly replenish plasma and do everything possible to maintain their blood pressure and perfusion of vital organs.

He spoke in a steady pace, but could not hide his extreme fatigue, and continued: "First, we need to deal with the most fatal intra-abdominal bleeding."

Upon opening the abdomen, a laceration of the spleen was confirmed, with severe active bleeding and approximately 800 ml of blood in the abdominal cavity.

The situation was extremely critical, so we immediately performed a splenectomy and completely stopped the bleeding, clearing away the accumulated blood.

This step could be considered the most critical and dangerous juncture of the surgery, but fortunately it was controlled in time.

"The open fracture of the left forearm was then treated."

Thoroughly clean the wound, remove contaminated and devitalized tissue, perform manual reduction, and fix it externally with a plaster cast.

The fracture ends are currently aligned fairly well, but infection must be strictly prevented; this will be the focus of subsequent observation.

"The chest was then examined. Fortunately, the rib fracture had not punctured the pleura and had not caused a hemopneumothorax. It was a stroke of good luck amidst misfortune, so no special treatment was given."

At this point, Dr. Yamaguchi's tone shifted subtly, carrying a sense of relief at surviving: "Finally, there was the head injury, which was my biggest concern at the beginning."

After thorough examination and close intraoperative observation, it was ultimately determined that the severe intracranial hemorrhage predicted before the operation did not occur, and that the main cause was open head trauma.

Therefore, I did not perform the extremely risky craniotomy.

The initial assessment is that it may be a severe concussion with cerebral edema. Close monitoring and medication to reduce fluid and blood pressure are necessary in the future.

After finishing his report, Dr. Yamaguchi paused briefly before concluding, "In summary, the surgery went smoothly, and the fatal injury of the ruptured spleen has been brought under control, but..."

He emphasized his words, looking directly at Yusuke Ichijo: "Whether the injured can ultimately escape danger depends on their subsequent recovery."

The most important thing is whether she can regain consciousness within 24 to 48 hours.

Once he regains consciousness, his chances of survival will increase significantly. I will continue to closely monitor all his vital signs.

Yusuke's nerves, which had been taut for nearly seven hours, rose and fell with the report from the military doctor in Yamaguchi. When he heard that the abdomen was in critical condition, he was in his throat, but when he heard that "no craniotomy was performed," he relaxed a little.

His primary concern was clearly not the probability of Xiao Juan's survival, but rather...

"What about the aftereffects?" His question was direct, naked, and made no attempt to conceal his utilitarian calculations: "Especially the brain! Will it damage one's sanity?"

Could it lead to physical inconvenience?

Will he be able to move around and serve others like a normal person in the future?

In his mind, the value of a "gift" with a severe disability or mental impairment would plummet.