May 4th.

This is an important day.

"today is my birthday."

In Aido Hospital, Conan was awakened by the noise. When he opened his eyes, he had not yet recovered from the damage caused by the blast wave, and his internal organs were not like his own.

I can't breathe, my whole body is in pain, and it's impossible to even move.

To take a breath, it takes ten times more effort than before.

During this process, the respiratory tract will feel dry and itchy, and a hard object will be pressed against the throat, making you want to scratch it.

When the airflow is filtered from the lungs, the pain intensifies, as if there are countless dust particles in the lungs, and the air that goes in and out is extremely turbid dust, blocking the breathing opening.

"This child seems to have woken up. Please arrange for someone to contact the parents quickly and pay the hospitalization fee. If the hospitalization fee cannot be paid, arrange for discharge."

This is a very real problem. Nowadays, medical resources are tight, and countless people are fighting for just such a bed.

"Why do we have to pay to enter the hospital? This child can sleep here all night without paying!"

It is not the doctor who says this, but the patient.

At this moment, no one will sympathize with each other, but more of an inward gesture.

If the person is not driven away, the doctor will spend more time on this person and his relatives will spend less time taking care of him.

If you think about it carefully, everyone here pays high medical expenses, but some people can live longer without paying medical expenses. It is very unfair.

"Go and ask if any parents will pay the money. If not, throw it out."

It's just the political tasks that were crammed in.

The head of the Ooka family asked Abby Hospital overnight to free up 100 beds to accommodate the victims of the bombing, but unfortunately only one bed was freed in the end.

It's Conan's bed.

It is also because of the arrival of reporters that the hospital must maintain a positive image when facing the media, allow them on the spot, wait until the reporters leave after the interview, and then chase them away according to the previous method.

If you don’t have money, how can you get medical treatment?

This is neon. Do you expect the Tokyo City Hall to issue relief funds? Are you sure it is not a relief fund that prints money on the spot?

"Forget it, no more questions, just let him go."

In fact, the special care area also has beds and a very large space, so there is no need to squeeze into the general area and make beds on the floor.

But that's a special protection area.

Two-thirds of the doctors in the hospital are now there, and they are professor-level doctors, leaving mainly nurses below, and everyone holds invoices.

For a bottle of salt water, you will be charged on the spot and the invoice will be issued immediately.

Every nurse returns to the nurse station and replaces a ballpoint pen full of ink with a new ballpoint pen.

The head nurse stood in front of the nurse's station. When the nurse came over, she directly reached out and took the money she received from the pocket of the nurse's uniform, remembering the nurse's face.

If there are two round trips, you can exchange the invoice book.

"I have……"

Conan had never encountered such a situation before. He tried his best to make a sound, but found that it was extremely difficult to even move his lips.

Think about it before, if an accident happened, there would be a group of people to protect you.

When you are a detective, everyone revolves around you.

Now even ordinary nurses can care less about themselves, and even want to throw their injured selves out. The way they talk secretly, hiding in a corner where the crowd can't see, there must be some transactions and activities.

‘If I were still a detective, I would definitely expose your scandals’

If you were still a detective.

This is what Conan thinks about the most, and it is also the first thought that pops up when he looks at everything.

It's just if.

If they were still detectives, these people would definitely flatter themselves and then provide themselves with better services.

…

"Ta-ta-ta--" The footsteps were so clear in the deserted corridor.

Different from the ordinary patient area where Conan is located, the special care area is in order to provide better treatment to the sick and injured, including all spiritual aspects, all of which are of the highest quality.

Including sound insulation effect and scene effect.

In front of the window sill, you have a perspective comparable to that of a luxury hotel suite. The woman holding your body in love is standing in front of the bed, and the entire city of Tokyo is at your feet.

Capitalism cannot be blamed for the high price of such a high-quality hospital. After all, it is worth every penny.

Kousei walked up to Kazuha who was squatting in the corner and sleeping, like an abandoned puppy waiting on the roadside for a kind person to take him home.

Take out the lunch box from your pocket and prepare breakfast.

Having said that, everything is within the calculation.

When explaining yesterday, I specifically included a time frame and told Hattori Heiji that time was urgent and the sooner the better.

In addition, it is deduced that Hattori Shizuka will ask Hattori Heiji to return to Osaka immediately. As a mother, she must have noticed that her son is gradually losing control.

No, not only is it out of control, it may even get worse.

Gongsheng will give this mother a glimmer of hope and let her use her own abilities to protect her son. After all, there are many such mothers in this world.

For example, Yukiko, or Mary.

If you see it, help if you can, just think of it as practicing merit in the mortal world.

————Infinite Heavenly Lord!

"Sister Ye, the delicious meat buns are here."

But before that, let’s take care of the sister in front of us.

Kousei placed the open lunch box under Kazuya's nose, watching the hot steam carrying the delicious meaty aroma of the buns into her nose, causing a trace of salivation to flow from the corner of Kazuya's mouth while he was sleeping.

I twitched my nose, and I didn't sleep deeply. I opened my eyes in a daze, and there was a sunny and gentle smiling face in front of me.

"Brother, why are you here?"

Looking back now, I remembered to giggle after sending the text message, but did not leave the exact floor and location where I was on the boy.

Kazuya blushed because of his mistake.

"Sorry, I forgot to tell you my address."

After saying that, he stared at the marshmallow that matched Xiaolan with the tip of his chin.

"It doesn't matter, let's eat the buns."

Without complaining, Kousei turned around and sat down with his back against the wall just like Kazuha did.

Put the lunch box in Sister He's hand.

Not leaving, but holding on tightly.

Warmth spread from the boy's hand, and with Ye Ben's head lowered, the hand was held easily, and was held by himself at the same time.

No accidents occurred, and no resistance arose.

Leaning forward little by little, his back left the cold tile wall, and the coolness on his back bones caused pain.

An arm was wrapped around him from behind and put on his shoulder.

Following the strength of his arms, and his own inner thoughts, and the fact that there was no other option, Heye leaned into his brother's arms, asking for the warmth he shouldn't have.

My heart is filled with guilt.

On the one hand, it is because Hattori Heiji and Asai are honest. When they were on Tsukikage Island, they asked their younger brother to save Heiji. In the end, they were safe and well-known, and it was all because of their younger brother's help. The other party had done what his younger brother should do.

But Heiji is too smart!

Again! It’s this ‘again’ every time!

He actually came to trouble Gongsheng, not only for himself, but also for another woman, making a request to Gongsheng.

At least he was from Osaka and was an alumnus of the same school. Kazuya felt guilty. If he hadn't made the request at that time, Kousei wouldn't have been in such trouble.

And he himself is not much better.

He Ye thought about himself and realized that Gongsheng was obviously the one who rescued him in the snowstorm. Now that they met again, not only did he not thank him, but he also asked him to beg him again.

Fifteen minutes later, the electronic clock next to him recorded the time. He Ye remembered that it was a quarter past eight when he closed his eyes, and it was just half past eight now.

The other party was the fastest and came to me as soon as possible with a hot breakfast.

"I'm sorry, Kousei!" he said again, tears falling from the corners of his eyes.

But what are these tears? Wouldn't the poor brother blame himself and sympathize with his situation?

Yuan Shan and Ye are not that fragile yet.

Trying hard to speak, at least to maintain the last strength, so as not to let the boy regard his sister as a weak one who needs to be taken care of.
To be continued...