Chapter four hundred and twenty fifth boring story
"Can I sit down and talk?" Even though he was handcuffed, Dr. Kamiya didn't feel any urgency and seemed very relaxed.
Officer Megure agreed.
Then Dr. Kamiya asked again:
"Can you come into my office to talk? You don't want to be watched by a group of people."
There was no smile on his face, but his expression and eyes were relaxed.
Officer Megure and Officer Takagi felt that Dr. Kamiya had gone too far.
"You are a prisoner." Officer Megure said with a serious expression.
"Of course I know, I am a prisoner." Dr. Kamiya raised her hand to show everyone the well-fitted handcuffs on her hands.
"I'm not prepared to arrest you, and I'm even very cooperative with you. Why don't you even give me a chance to sit down and tell a story?"
"When I finish speaking and put it down, I will naturally go back with you." Dr. Kamiya's tone was calm and rational.
The doctor on the operating table is as rational as a robot.
So Officer Megure agreed.
Rather than standing in the corridor of the hospital and being watched by a group of nurses, patients and family members, it is better to sit in the other party's office.
As for storytelling…
Then let him speak.
Anyway, this is not the first time that a prisoner talks about a lot of things after being caught.
It's just that in the past, when the evidence was conclusive, prisoners would usually sit on the ground and cry and tell everything.
But this time, Dr. Kamiya looked calm as if he was receiving guests.
Even though his hands were handcuffed, he still poured coffee for everyone with ease.
But he poured a glass of water for Tsushima Shuji.
Then he sat on the office chair, holding the coffee cup in both hands, and smiled.
"If Advisor Tsushima wasn't here, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to hear everything."
Dr. Kamiya took a sip of coffee and said slowly.
Officer Memu looked melancholy and stiff.
"Why did you...kill Ryusuke?" Nakamura Keiko sobbed, suppressing her cry.
Doctor Kamiya ignored her, but looked at Tsushima Shuji who was quiet and had boredom written all over his face.
"What does Advisor Tsushima think was my reason for killing someone?" he asked.
"I'm not interested in people's jealousy." The black-haired boy looked back at the other person in an understatement.
"You just need to tell the story you want to tell in an interesting and vivid way." Shuji Tsushima said calmly.
"Human jealousy..." Dr. Kamiya stroked his coffee cup.
"I thought I would never be jealous of others." The brown-haired man's tone revealed his helplessness in the unpredictable world.
"I'm just like you, I'm also a genius." He smiled.
"I was admitted to Dongda University at the age of fifteen, graduated from Dongda University at the age of seventeen, and became the chief surgeon at the age of twenty."
"Twenty-two-year-old department director."
"Published twelve papers in journals such as bmj, jama, and nejm."
"At least in this aspect of medicine, I am indeed a well-deserved genius."
"She is someone who has been looked up to by everyone since childhood."
"Do humans feel jealous of those who are inferior to them?"
"Won't."
"I never even put people who are inferior to me in my eyes."
"I never thought that one day I would be jealous of other people." Dr. Kamiya's voice was calm and he put down the coffee cup.
"Are you jealous of Mr. Mizuno?" Officer Megure didn't understand.
Mizuno Ryusuke, thirty-five years old, is an ordinary car salesman. It can even be said that he is ordinary and cannot be more ordinary.
And Dr. Kamiya, the 22-year-old medical director of a large hospital, is young and promising no matter what you think of it? If it were an ordinary person, he would still be an intern in a small clinic at this age!
And judging from the appearance of the nurse who led them before, there are definitely many people who admire Dr. Kamiya.
He is handsome, young and promising, and worth a lot of money.
A typical successful person.
But he said that he was jealous of an ordinary person who couldn't be more ordinary?
Officer Mumu didn't believe what he said.
"When he first came to see me, he told me that he had cancer and it couldn't be cured, and he wanted me to treat him." Dr. Kamiya's expression was calm.
"The physical examination form he got at that time was from an ordinary small clinic. I asked him to check it again, but he refused."
"Said I didn't want to face the same result again."
"When he came to see me for the second time, he told me that in order not to burden his wife, he decided to divorce and leave the house."
"I couldn't stop him." He seemed to feel sorry.
"I began to pity him."
"When he came to see me for the third time, he was ready to undergo the operation. After the operation was successful, he tried to get his wife back. If the operation failed, he was already prepared to think about it on the operating table.
Prepare."
"Before the operation, he finally agreed to undergo a full physical examination again to check whether his body was suitable for surgery."
"The test report came out and he is very healthy."
"The previous result was a mistake by that small clinic."
"He was very happy and told me that he would go back and remarry his wife."
"Say how lucky he is..."
"A virtuous and gentle wife, a lively and lovely daughter, a warm and happy family, and...the recovered health."
"I saw his expression when he showed off how lucky he was, and I felt jealous." Dr. Kamiya stopped talking at this point.
"He is such an ordinary person, but he has the lucky immunity, but I..."
Doctor Kamiya looked at his palms, which were covered with thin calluses.
The fingers are long and slender with well-defined joints.
Steady.
That was once known as the hand best suited for holding a scalpel.
But in Dr. Kamiya's own eyes, these hands were no longer stable.
"I saved one life after another from the hands of death, and saved countless people's relatives and friends..."
"Of course, this is a doctor's duty, and I don't mean to say how great I am."
"I just feel..."
"I have saved countless people and watched them regain consciousness, return to normal, and celebrate with their relatives and friends."
"But you can't save yourself."
"Even when I was about to watch myself lose everything, I actually pityed such a lucky person."
"So I killed him."
"He was a lucky man, and I killed him..." Dr. Kamiya said as if he was satisfied, but also seemed to feel a pity.
"Then why did you take away the deceased's kidney?" Officer Megure coughed twice and asked.
"Because of the surgery I just performed, the patient needed to be operated on right there. I just warmed up in advance." Dr. Kamiya said with a smile.
"The operation was very successful." He once again told the answer he gave when Officer Megure asked him how the operation was.
Only this time, Officer Memu did not agree with him.
"Did something happen to you?" Officer Megure asked the other party.
A young and promising genius doctor was so jealous that he accidentally killed someone...
"No, I'm just sick." Dr. Kamiya shook his head.
"Maybe... it's an incurable disease." He closed his eyes.