Conan: The Man Behind the Romance

Chapter 77 A Small Question About Feelings
Yingsheng ran to the outer hall and looked around, but didn't see anyone. Did he run directly to the alley outside to breathe fresh air?

Continuing to walk out, Yingsheng was about to step through the door when he saw the proprietress coming in from outside, still sighing. When she saw Yingsheng's movements, she immediately became alert and moved her feet to the middle of the road:
"Guest, what are you doing..."

Yingsheng interrupted: "I didn't mean to run away. The meat has already been put into the pot. Where are those two? I wanted to apologize."

"Is that so?" The proprietress smiled awkwardly and sighed, "Ms. Qingzi seems to be allergic to peppers. She fainted in the kitchen earlier and is now in a taxi. She should be going to the nearest Mika Central Hospital."

"hiss--"

Yingsheng took a breath of cold air. Is this true?

No, he had asked Kiyoko to make spicy dishes for him in the past, and she had never refused, nor did she have any adverse reactions. He guessed that she was waiting for the right time and would pretend to faint in order to control the famous detective.

I don't know when Kudo will be able to see through her disguise. Well, let's see if they ask for leave tomorrow.

"Where are they?"

Xiaolan finally arrived. Although she didn't see Kudo Shinichi, she felt inexplicably relieved. But when she saw the proprietress looking worried, she became nervous again.

"fine."

Yingsheng winked at the boss lady and said, "It's just that we scared them away. The boss lady is worried because she has lost a regular customer. Xiaolan, how long will it take for your house to be renovated? Otherwise, why don't you use the kitchen here recently?"

Xiaolan thought for a moment and said, "According to the planned progress, it will probably take another three days."

"That's perfect, Madam Boss. We will also compensate for the losses over there, don't worry."

When Yingsheng said this, the proprietress of course understood that he didn't want Xiaolan to know that the two people went to the hospital, so she smiled and agreed a few times, asking:

"The two guests should be ordering Sichuan hotpot. Do you want me to help bring out the pot?"

"No, can you add a table in the kitchen? I think there's enough space and it's convenient to add dishes."

"Okay."

The proprietress turned and left. Xiaolan was stunned by their concerted action. Why did she feel something was wrong? Was the scene just now just treated as nothing?
Yingsheng smiled and said, "It was just a small incident. I was already starving when I started the fire."

"Oh……"

Xiaolan turned around in confusion: "By the way, where is my dad?"

"It's early. Room 414, Building , Mihua Central Hospital. Pickled cabbage and old duck soup. It's very light." Yingsheng said with a smile, "Will you come over to see me later? But you have to take a bath first."

Hearing this, Xiaolan quickly raised her sleeve and sniffed. Ah...

The world turned fiery red.

Fortunately, Teitan High School has more than one set of uniforms, otherwise I would have to wash them immediately after returning home at night...

No, I need it now.

Otherwise it will definitely be marinated!
At 6:55 in the evening, Yingsheng finally had a hotpot meal after a long absence.

The food in this damn place called Tokyo is light, and he has been out and about several times but has never come across this kind of food.

Although to be honest, he doesn't really care about it in his daily life.

Well, the main thing is to relax.

And it depends on the person.

If I were with Qingzi, I would definitely choose a Chinese restaurant with quiet decoration and flowing wine cups;
Along with Chiyoko, it must be a Japanese restaurant with a strong Japanese style;

Compared with Suzuki, who is used to high-end occasions, it should be a street stall with a strong sense of fireworks, but she herself is a young lady who takes the civilian route and is very familiar with this, so even if it is a roadside stall, she needs to carefully select the style.

And Xiaolan...

Well, there is no need to think so much, just accept whatever comes your way.

"Hiss—so spicy."

Xiaolan's face flushed red, and she fanned her mouth while breathing in air, which made Yingsheng laugh. He picked up the frozen glass bottle of kvass and raised it to the steaming hot pot. Xiaolan followed closely behind, three, two, one,

"cheers!"

"Cheers!" The bottles collided and clinked, cold and hot air intertwined, and the air was hazy.

In Yingsheng's eyes, Xiaolan on the opposite side suddenly turned into some kind of illusory figure. She seemed to be right in front of him, yet seemed to be far away in the horizon.

However, the crisp laughter reached his ears, and everything was so clear. It seemed to contain some strange sense of release. Yingsheng was infected by it, and the slightly raised corners of his lips finally turned into an unrestrained laugh.

"This cup is not enough, change the wine!"

"Hey, it's just a drink, you're not drunk, are you?"

"Hahaha, alcohol won't make you drunk."

The proprietress came out from behind the curtain, holding two opened bottles of ice beer in her hands, her eyes full of smiles, and she stretched out an unknown opera tune.

"Because, people get drunk by themselves~~~"

clang!
The cup falls.

The cup is raised.

Time passes.

As the night grows darker, the world becomes filled with bright lights.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Yingsheng and Xiaolan, who had gone back to their respective homes to bathe, met again at the entrance of Mika Central Hospital.

"Suiyue-kun, Xuesong-san...really..."

Xiaolan's tone was a little nervous. After the meal, Yingsheng naturally told her the truth.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen."

Yingsheng interrupted with a smile: "What you should be most concerned about now is not what reason we have to visit them?"

Xiaolan was conflicted, and after hesitating for a while, she finally said dejectedly: "Of course I have to tell the truth. Since I made a mistake, I have to make amends."

"It was just an unintentional mistake."

"No, there is no such distinction."

Xiaolan shook her head and walked into the hospital. She easily asked about Xuesong Kiyoko's condition at the nurse's desk.

Red rashes appeared on the skin, breathing was rapid, and there was some throat swelling, but fortunately the symptoms were not severe. The patient said he had anaphylactic shock, but the test results showed that the allergic reaction was not so severe and it was estimated to be caused by psychological effects.

I have been given an IV drip and prescribed some medicine, and my symptoms have subsided significantly.

However, at the patient's request, he is now hospitalized for observation.

The ward number is: Building 413, Room .

Yingsheng frowned slightly. After listening to these descriptions, Qingzi's coma might be a fake, but her allergy to chili peppers was real.

This……

Then what about her previous bento?
Someone else did the work for her?
Or did she do it carefully and with strict precautions, despite the risk of allergies?
So, could it be possible that she had an allergic reaction to this sort of thing, but the symptoms were so mild that he didn't notice it?

Teeth white.

No matter how you look at it, it could be a bad situation.

Seeing the nurse looking at him in confusion, Yingsheng shook his head and said with a smile, "I'm just curious, why is the ward for allergy patients right next to the orthopedic patients? Aren't they separated by categories?"

"Ah, do you guys want to visit Mr. Maori too? Well, it's just that the orthopedic ward was full this morning. Mr. Maori was transferred from the police hospital at noon, and there were no extra beds, so he was placed like this."

morning?

Oh, that's what Sumiyoshi would do.

Yingsheng smiled and said, "Let's go, Xiaolan."

(End of this chapter)