Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Chapter 1026 Asking for All Details

The medic didn't say much, only gesturing to the side. The medic standing nearby immediately raised the military emergency light high, and the pale beam of light suddenly poured down, completely enveloping the small figure on the cot.

He didn't touch the child immediately, but squatted down first, maintaining a level eye distance.

Immediately, an almost mechanical, professional calm stripped of all personal emotion took over his every action. The examination was swift and comprehensive, yet carried a ruthless precision.

He first very gently lifted Xiao Juan's eyelids to observe her pupils.

Under the stark white light, the pupils were dilated, their reflection of light so weak as to be almost nonexistent.

Silently shifting his gaze, he picked up the stethoscope, pressing the cold metal bra against the child's thin chest, carefully listening to the faint, almost nonexistent breathing sounds.

Then, Yamaguchi's gloved fingers gently stroked Xiaojuan's head with a touch that was more of a probe than a touch, lingering particularly on the back of her head where the impact was most severe. The hematoma under her scalp was clearly palpable, and deeper down, one could almost feel a very slight, heart-palpitating crepitus.

The examination continued in silence. The unnatural angular deformity of the left forearm was a typical sign of a fracture.

When Yamaguchi gently pressed on his chest and abdomen, the sensation from the abdominal wall and the suspicious deep fluctuations almost convinced him that there was surging bleeding inside his abdominal cavity.

Finally, Yamaguchi's fingers returned to Kokoro's slender neck, resting there intently for a long time, feeling the faint pulse that seemed to be about to break.

The whole process took only a few minutes.

The room was deathly silent, save for the suppressed breathing of those around him and the occasional low murmurs of Japanese medical terminology escaping from the throat of the medic: "Suspected intracranial hemorrhage..." "Intra-abdominal hemorrhage..."

With each word he uttered, the seriousness on his face deepened, and his brows furrowed even more tightly.

When he finally withdrew his hand and slowly stood up, his eyes behind his glasses were filled with a deep and murderous look.

He turned to Ichijo Yusuke, who had been pacing anxiously beside him, straightened his posture, and spoke in a clear tone: "Reporting to the Captain! The preliminary diagnosis is as follows."

"First, the head was hit violently, suspected of acute intracranial hemorrhage or severe brain contusion. This is the primary fatal injury, and the pupillary response is significantly abnormal."

"Second, an open fracture of the radius and ulna in the left forearm, a serious injury."

"Third, multiple suspected rib fractures in the chest."

"Fourth, the abdominal signs strongly suggest rupture of a solid organ, severe internal bleeding, and an estimated huge amount of blood loss."

He paused briefly, his tone growing increasingly somber:

"Based on the comprehensive assessment, the injured person is in a critical state of severe hemorrhagic shock, with extremely weak vital signs." After a moment's consideration, Dr. Yamaguchi continued, "An emergency operation must be performed immediately to attempt craniotomy for decompression, exploratory laparotomy to stop the bleeding, and simultaneous treatment of fractures. This may... give them a glimmer of hope."

“But please forgive my bluntness, Your Excellency,” he met Yusuke Ichijo’s gaze, “the situation is extremely dire, the surgery is extremely risky, and the probability of death during the operation is… extremely high.”

This report was like a cold death omen, listing the cruelty inflicted on that young body.

Each statement was like a heavy hammer blow to the hearts of the listeners, despite their differing emotions.

Yusuke Ichijo's face was so gloomy it could be wrung out.

He stared intently at Xiao Juan, who was barely breathing on the cot, and his chest heaved suddenly, not out of pity, but out of some darker, turbulent emotion.

"After being saved, will there be any aftereffects?" His voice was cold and hard.

"If the brain damage is manageable, the aftereffects may not be severe. Arm injuries can heal, and children have a stronger recovery ability than adults." Dr. Yamaguchi answered cautiously: "But all of this depends on the success of the surgery."

Almost the instant the medic finished speaking, Yusuke Ichijo suddenly raised his head, his gaze shooting straight at him like a quenched blade:

"Surgery! Prepare immediately! Do it now!"

"Use the best medicine! Blood plasma! Morphine! Use whatever you have! At all costs! Save her life!" His voice was resolute and unquestionable, finally adding emphatically, "This is an order!"

"Yes, sir!" The medic from Yamaguchi shuddered and bowed deeply to accept the order.

As a military doctor, he was used to obeying orders.

As someone who knew Yusuke Ichijo's unusual "concern" for this girl, he understood the weight of this order even more.

He immediately turned around and issued a series of urgent and professional instructions to the medics and other medical personnel who had rushed to the scene: "Prepare a temporary operating room immediately! Thorough disinfection! Skin preparation! Prepare craniotomy kits, exploratory laparotomy kits, and orthopedic fixation instruments! Emergency blood typing and plasma matching! Hurry! Act quickly!"

The soldiers carefully lifted Xiao Juan onto the stretcher as ordered, and hurried but steady their steps toward the best room in the headquarters, which had been converted into a field operating room.

As the stretcher passed by Yusuke, his sinister gaze was fixed on Xiaojuan's bloodless face until that faint glimmer of life disappeared around the corner of the corridor.

The once spacious front hall was now empty except for Youjie, a few soldiers standing at attention, and Li Shouren, who was huddled in a corner, his face ashen, as if his soul had been taken away.

Li Shouren couldn't understand Japanese, but he could tell that the Japanese man in the white coat was clearly a doctor. He was hurrying away with the people carrying Xiao Juan, obviously going to treat her.

This gave Li Shouren hope.

Yusuke Ichijo slowly turned around, his cold gaze sweeping over Li Shouren, who lay sprawled on the ground like a rag doll.

There was no warmth in his eyes, only extreme disgust and a cruel sense of settling scores.

He calmly instructed the sergeant beside him:

Interrogate him and get all the details.

His tone was calm and even, yet the chill emanating from it seemed to freeze the surrounding air.

Having given his instructions, Yusuke Ichijo ignored Li Shouren.

Right now, for him, saving the life of this "object" is the most important task that overrides everything else.

As for that lowly father, Li Shouren, who was like an ant, his score can be settled slowly.

Yusuke Ichijo stood at the entrance of the makeshift operating room, his shadow stretching long in the dim corridor light.

His sinister gaze was fixed on the closed door, and what surged deep in his eyes was not concern, but precise calculation and bone-chilling coldness.

Above the door, the signal light, covered with a red cloth for warning purposes, shines stubbornly in the dim corridor like a weary but unwilling-to-close bloodshot eye, proclaiming the life-or-death struggle taking place inside.

This struggle concerns the survival of a young life, but it is also closely intertwined with his personal calculations and interests.

Time seemed to slow and viscous in the air thick with the pungent smell of disinfectant and the faint scent of blood.

For those outside, the nearly six-hour wait felt like an eternity.