Conan: I can see keywords

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While he was puzzled, Xiaolan spoke again, "Wow, but you even know this, it's amazing, you really deserve to be..."

"As expected of you, Shinichi."

Hmm? Play straight?

Lingchuan raised his eyebrows, it seems that Mao Lilan is something.

Unexpectedly, the next second, Conan laughed proudly, "Hahaha, yeah."

Lingchuan: ???

No, buddy?

Chapter 15 Doctor Strange

Didn’t Conan say that his identity must be hidden from those around him?

Didn’t Conan say that the more people knew his identity, the higher the probability of being discovered by the organization?

What is he doing?

Could it be that... after his identity was exposed, he just gave up?

There's actually no point in eavesdropping here.

Although Conan's pale attempt to divert attention and act like a child in the medical examination room must have been ridiculous, Lingchuan still did not intend to continue eavesdropping.

It no longer makes sense.

In this case, how can Conan be cleared of suspicion?

He himself admitted that he is "Shinichi". For Ran Mouri to suspect Conan and test him to this extent, she can't be a fool, right?

You believe it just because I tell you a few words?

Of course, suspicion is suspicion because there is no evidence.

Even if Conan himself has admitted it, there is no evidence, and even if he changes his mind, there is nothing Mouri Ran can do.

Conan can struggle if he wants, unless 'Kudo Shinichi' stands in front of Mouri Ran at the same time as him.

Otherwise... he couldn't think of any way to make Mao Lilan dispel her suspicions.

Leave quietly.

Lingchuan's arrival and departure did not attract anyone's attention.

Sitting quietly waiting for his number to be called, Lingchuan felt in a subtly good mood.

Maybe you know that Conan is not having a good time right now?

"Number seven, Mr. Lingchuan Yuzuru, it's your turn."

"Ok."

Lingchuan took his coat and walked into the consultation room, "Dr. Usagi, nice to see you again."

Usa Saijiro pushed up his glasses and looked at Lingchuan with a very passionate look, "Mr. Lingchuan, you finally came for a follow-up examination."

"I've been quite busy lately..." Lingchuan replied politely.

In fact, the reason why he didn't come to the hospital for a follow-up check-up was not only because he knew there was nothing wrong with his body, but also because he had a natural resistance to his attending physician.

It is true that Usa Aijiro is an excellent doctor.

He had a very good reputation in the hospital, but Lingchuan always felt that the way he looked at him was very strange.

It seems... like I'm some kind of fun toy?

"I see, are you still having sudden nosebleeds or fainting recently?"

"No." Lingchuan answered honestly.

These situations would not have occurred without using the detective's abilities.

But he definitely wouldn't say that. Facing Usagi's question, he could only simply answer yes or no.

Lingchuan regretted coming halfway through the consultation. He should have known not to come. It's really annoying!

"Okay, I've written down the general situation, but just in case, Mr. Lingchuan had better go get a blood test."

"Okay." Lingchuan replied weakly.

As he walked out of the clinic with the prescription, he pouted tiredly.

blood draw?

Why should I draw blood if I’m not sick?

I was just about to go back and just walked to the gate.

"Mr. Lingchuan."

Ok?

Lingchuan turned around and watched Usagi slowly approaching.

"Mr. Lingchuan doesn't seem to have followed the doctor's advice."

"Are you going back?"

Usagi's smile was so gentle that Lingchuan felt a little heavy.

"There are too many people waiting in line to have their blood drawn. I want to come back later."

"Is that so?" Usagi lowered his head and thought for a moment, "Then why don't I smoke it for you?"

"As a doctor, this is a basic skill."

This person wants my blood?

why?

Lingchuan stared into Usagi's smiling eyes and said, "Okay."

"Then I'll trouble you, Doctor Usagi."

Returning to the familiar consulting room again, Lingchuan hesitated at the door for two seconds, closing his eyes and opening them again. When he entered, everything in the consulting room was firmly imprinted in his mind.

There was a pile of documents on the messy table.

There was a piece of paper covered with words in the middle of the file. The note was well hidden, but very old and worn.

It seems that it is often tossed around in the hands of its owner.

There was a cardboard box under the table, which was filled with medical waste. However, Lingchuan’s sharp eyes discovered some unknown hairs in it?

Looking at Usagi who was always smiling, his white coat was clean and tidy, but it gave off a strange smell.

At the same time, there were many traces of lines entangled on his palms.

Looking at those traces, Lingchuan frowned.

Unfamiliar information emerged in my mind - those were the marks left when a surgeon used his hands to fix the stitches when he needed to sew up a wound.

Does Usagi, a medical practitioner, need to participate in surgical operations?

"Okay, give me your hand."

Lingchuan sat down, rolled up his sleeves without saying a word, and placed his right hand on the table.

He watched quietly as the other person disinfected him and then inserted the needle into his blood vessel.

The blood drawing was completed quickly.

"Okay, it will be quick, right?" Usagi still had a smile on his face, but Lingchuan, who had already used his detective ability, was able to keenly see the impatience in the other's smile.

The expression of true feelings is often the most difficult to control.

"You need to press it for a while longer, otherwise it will be very troublesome if the bleeding continues."

"I understand." After getting the information he wanted, Ling Chuan obediently pressed the cotton swab in his hand.

"The test results..."

"Leave me your contact information and I'll send it to you via mobile phone."

"Then trouble you."

"There is something wrong with Usagi."

Without any obstruction, Lingchuan successfully left Mihua General Hospital.

On the way back, he did not choose to take a car, but walked back slowly.

On the way, he tried his best to guess Usagi's identity based on the clues he collected.

'He doesn't look like a surgeon...but what about the marks on his hands?'

'Do you have a side job?'