Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Chapter 610 How could someone vomit blood while sleeping?

Yun Xianhe, who had no idea what he looked like, lowered his eyes slightly.

He calmly took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his chin and palms carefully.

'113, have you wiped it clean?'

[There's still a little bit on the chin.]

The fingers were cramped due to pain and were somewhat out of control.

Blocking pain does not mean there is no sensation.

Yun Xianhe could clearly feel himself trembling.

But he felt no pain, so he just let the symptom go.

"Maybe, ahem... could you give me a glass of water?"

The man said this with a lump in his throat.

Conan on the side said angrily:

"You should go see a doctor first! You were hurt just now, right?"

"Calm down Conan, it was just a punch."

In fact, there was no injury.

However, our little detective did not believe the other party.

If he was just hit by a punch, how could he vomit so much blood?

Ruptured spleen?

The severity of the matter seemed to have escalated.

Yun Xianhe didn't know what Conan was thinking.

All he wanted now was to drink some water to ease the unpleasant rusty taste in his throat.

"Here, Brother Xianhe. Let the medical staff examine you later."

Officer Megure, who was standing by, had already turned around to get some water when Yun Xianhe said he wanted to drink some water, and even brought back a medical staff member.

Paper cups of warm water were placed on the edge of the table.

Yun Xianhe did not reach out his hand immediately.

'113.'

[Master, lift your right hand on the armrest of the chair upwards 18cm, then stretch it forward 23cm and you will be able to get it. ]

The person who heard the command reached out and held the cup in his hand as if nothing had happened.

Because of the trembling, some water splashed out of the cup and fell onto my hands.

Yun Xianhe lowered his eyes when he felt the slight heat rising. He raised the cup to his lower lip and blew gently on it before taking a few small sips.

There were not many pauses in this set of movements, so outsiders did not notice anything unusual about Yun Xianhe for the time being.

Conan looked at the silent man, then glanced at the medical staff next to him and sighed:

"Brother Xianhe?"

"No, I'll just take a moment."

“…You bastard!”

"Okay, okay, don't be angry. Just check here casually, okay?"

Hearing the other party's angry voice, Yun Xianhe smiled as if in compromise and put down the paper cup in his hand.

The boy lowered his eyebrows, trying hard to suppress the trembling instinct, and allowed the other party to examine him.

For some reason, Conan felt that Yun Xianhe's expression was inexplicably obedient.

...They are all fake. This guy is always good at fooling him.

The faint smell of disinfectant wafted over along the medical staff's white coats.

Yun Xianhe pursed his lips to suppress the itch in his throat, and while feeling the coolness of the stethoscope touching his heart, his fingers tightly gripped the armrest of the chair.

At this moment he felt relieved for a moment.

Be glad you're blind.

As long as you can't see it, you won't be stimulated so much.

"Relax, sir."

"Hmm, cough!"

Yun Xianhe tilted his head and coughed for a while.

Taking advantage of this time, he unknowingly took out the electronic sticker and stuck it on his temple.

[Beep, scanning is on.]

[There is a medical staff 37cm in front of you. He is holding a stethoscope and frowning. There is a medical kit at his feet.]

[68cm to the right stands the police officer recorded in the database - Megure. ]

[On the chair 53cm to your left, stands your friend, Conan. ]

Standing on a chair?

For a moment Yun Xianhe was worried that the other person would fall off the chair.

Hmm...but judging from Conan's flexibility, it shouldn't be the case.

Although he couldn't see it, Yun Xianhe successfully restored the surrounding scene in his mind based on the spatial data fed back by the scanner.

Of course, the mental picture in the mind is not as clear as what you see with your own eyes; it is only a blurry picture.

Moreover, real-time scanning does not report every small action, which can easily lead to information asymmetry.

Just like now.

The scan would not tell Yun Xianhe that there was something very wrong with the way the medical staff in front of him looked at him.

It was a look of pity when seeing a person who was terminally ill and seemed incurable.

"How about it?"

Officer Megure asked with concern.

The doctor shook his head, his expression solemn and his tone uncertain:

"It can't be found. We need to go to the hospital for a detailed examination with instruments."

"Don't go."

"Brother Xianhe!"

Based on the location information provided by the scan.

Yun Xianhe moved sideways to avoid the doctor's prying eyes, and at the same time reached out and hugged Conan in his arms.

Conan, who was about to struggle, gave up immediately after feeling the other person's trembling hands around him. He even reached out to carefully protect the other person's arm.

"I think I have the right to refuse treatment."

The boy calmly expressed his thoughts, interrupting Conan's consolation.

Before Inspector Megure spoke, Yun Xianhe said:

"This is an old problem of mine. It has nothing to do with today's action. It will be fine after a while."

Inspector Megure hesitated.

Yun Xianhe, who couldn't see, felt the other party's silence and said:

"Really, Officer Megure, I wouldn't lie to you. Or you can just watch from the side? I promise that in ten minutes or so, I'll be fine."

"…Okay, but if your symptoms become more severe later, I will forcibly take you to the hospital."

The concerned police officer said so.

Hearing this, Yun Xianhe slowly raised the corners of his lips.

Force? Even if he was trembling all over, the other party couldn't beat him.

The little detective in his arms gave up struggling when he heard the hero admit it himself: "old problem".

Conan tried to look up at Yun Xianhe's expression, and said with a worried tone:

"Brother Xianhe, are you feeling very uncomfortable?"

"No, I'm just a little sleepy."

"?!"

What does it mean to be a little sleepy?!

Yun Xianhe, who could tell at a glance that the other party was wrong, yawned lazily.

He hugged the warm little detective tighter in his arms and said vaguely:

"I'm not as sleepy as you think. Just think of it as the aftereffects of exhaustion, ahem..."

"Really?"

"Well, don't move, let me hold you for a while."

The man whose body temperature was somewhat unbalanced said so.

The lightless heterochromatic eyes narrowed slightly, and the next second, he leaned against the chair and fell asleep again.

Conan stood stiffly and let Yun Xianhe hold him.

When he heard the uneven breathing sound beside his ear, he tilted his head to look over.

Seeing that Yun Xianhe fell asleep again, Conan's worried heart tightened even more.

Could it be that Brother Xianhe's old illness has worsened?

The other person's body temperature is really cold.

113 in the system space looked at the little detective being held by his host and bit his back teeth angrily.

Damn it, if there weren’t so many people here, it would be him nestling in the host’s arms right now!

For heating and so on, the temperature of His body can be adjusted!

You can get any degree you want!

snort!

As expected, no matter which world the Son of Luck is from, he is abominable! He will compete with Him for the host!

The little detective who was held in Yun Xianhe's arms felt an inexplicable chill on his back.

Hiss—there’s something wrong with Brother Xianhe’s body temperature.

Officer Megure asked the medical staff to leave and then pulled a chair over and sat down.

Seeing that Yun Xianhe fell asleep heartlessly, he couldn't help but lower his head and look at Conan in his arms.

The two of them stared at each other, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a moment.

To be honest, if Yun Xianhe hadn't insisted, Inspector Megure would have carried the person to the hospital no matter what.

Who would sleep with blood coming out of their mouth?