Conan: The story that cats and wineries have to tell

"Hmm, it's so uncomfortable..."

Conan reluctantly parted his glue-like eyelids, and the first thing that caught his eye was the pale ceiling and the hanging bottle reflecting the glimmer of light outside the window.

Dragging his heavy body, he slowly sat up from the bed.

"Really, with that guy here, it's hard to die by yourself."

Conan covered his wounds and muttered quietly.

Because of the strength of his feet, the tearing sensation from the wound in his abdomen made him grin for a while.

"Hey, it hurts."

At this moment, he suddenly saw Xiaolan lying beside his bed.

"If you don't thank Sister Xiaolan properly, I'll let you know what a nightmare is."

Banxia, who was biting a piece of cake, walked into the hospital room and glared at Conan unceremoniously.

"Xiaolan not only gave you a blood transfusion, but also stayed here to take care of you all night."

Fei Yingli, who was carrying a thermos bucket, pushed open the door and looked at Conan.

"Come, drink the porridge specially boiled for you first, and drink Xiaolan's share when she wakes up."

Fei Yingli smiled and placed the thermos bucket on the bedside table next to the hospital bed, as if Conan's eyes were just decorations.

Looking at the thermos bucket that had not yet been opened, Conan couldn't help but swallow as if he had seen a bomb.

Not because of gluttony, but because of fear.

Compared to the porridge boiled by Xiaolan's mother, Conan hoped that the man yesterday would give him two more shots.

"Aunt Yingli, I think I'd better wait for Sister Xiaolan to wake up and eat together."

Conan laughed dryly, his eyes drifting around with a little weakness.

"It's okay, the effect of my thermos bucket is super good, and it will still be hot when Xiaolan wakes up. Banxia said, if you have lost too much blood, you should drink more of this four-flavor blood-tonifying porridge. Come, Auntie will bring you a bowl.

After speaking, he didn't wait for Conan to refuse again, he directly took out a small bowl and handed it to Conan with a full fill.

Under the aggressive gaze of the two, Conan resisted the urge to throw the bowl out, and carefully poured a little into his mouth.

"Be careful."

Banxia, who was munching on the cake, reminded.

But Conan didn't care about this at all, and he was already mentally prepared to find that the porridge was not as unpalatable as he imagined, and could even be called extremely delicious.

"This porridge..."Conan

looked out the window in disbelief, could it be that the sun is coming out of the west today, and it is actually dusk now?

"I boiled this porridge, and there was no Aunt Yingli interfering in the whole process."

Banxia looked at Conan's expression and nodded with satisfaction.

Not bad, yes, the prank was a complete success.

"Okay, hurry up and drink, I'll have to go to class later."

Banxia threw the last bite of cake into her mouth and said with some regret, "It's a pity that you are injured, and I haven't had time to copy my homework this holiday."

"I'm sorry about that."

Conan, who was holding the bowl, rolled his eyes angrily.

Reed (super-college-level cutscene sound) -

Due to the weakness caused by a large amount of blood loss, coupled with the various potions hanging up, Conan has been a little dizzy lately.

It wasn't until the wound began to heal and some potions were removed from his daily infusion sheet that he felt a lot better.

"The child is recovering well, even shorter than we expected, and will be discharged in a few days."

Hearing the doctor's words, Xiaolan and Yuanzi glanced at each other with relief on their faces, obviously very satisfied with the good news.

"It's just that due to the excessive blood loss this time, the resistance may be a little reduced. In the future, it is necessary to take good care of the body, otherwise it is easy to cause upper respiratory tract infection.

Before leaving, the doctor remembered something and reminded.

As if to cooperate with him, Conan sneezed very embarrassedly.

"Alright, it's time for the patient to go back to his room."

The garden snatched the game console from Conan's hand and waved the three little ones away like chickens.

On the way back to the room, the two of them talked about the upcoming garden party with great interest.

"By the way, did you contact Shinichi?"

Sonoko bumped Xiaolan's shoulder with gossip on his face, completely ignoring what Conan, who was in a wheelchair, was shaken into.

"If you tell him you're going to play the heroine, he'll rush to you."

"No, it doesn't matter anyway, I didn't contact him."

In the garden's surprised gaze, Xiaolan looked down at Conan and smiled meaningfully.

"If only Conan could get better soon. By the way, Conan was discharged from the hospital on the day of the garden party, do you want to come and see our show?

Looking at Xiaolan's eyes that seemed to reveal anticipation, Conan nodded subconsciously, and was just about to say something when he was interrupted by the garden.

"The eyes of the two of you are really affectionate. I said, Xiaolan, don't you empathize and fall in love with this stinky boy, right? "

I have to say,This guy in the garden is sometimes amazingly intuitive in love.,But it seems that this ability only works for other people.,Before I met Kyogoku Zhen.,The boyfriends I found were all scumbags.。

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Xiaolan stared at the garden, and silently said in her heart, "There is no empathy at all."

"By the way, Sister Yuanzi, what's the matter with your wrist?"

Conan asked strangely as he looked at the bandages around his wrists.

"This, I twisted my hand during the rehearsal before, and because of this, I can't play the leading actor, it's a pity."

Sonoko flicked his wrist in dissatisfaction, then gasped in pain.

"Next time, pay attention to Ann... Wait, if Sister Yuanzi doesn't play the male lead, who will play it!

Conan almost jumped out of his wheelchair.

"Of course it's a new doctor, he acted very well, you must come to see the process of him falling in love with Xiaolan. This script is my masterpiece.

Sonoko folded his hands on his hips and leaned over to look at Conan.

However, Conan ignored the garden, and only one sentence kept echoing in his whole head.

"Let's take a look at the process of him falling in love with Xiaolan... He is in love with Xiaolan... He and Xiaolan..."

"No... No, I'll be there.

Looking at the strange gaze of the garden, Conan forcibly turned his head and showed a silly expression.

For the rest of the journey, Conan's mind kept replaying the script that Xiaolan had taken home, and the solemn look in his eyes became more and more intense.

No, we have to find a way to stop this from happening.

As soon as they pushed open the door of the ward, they saw two unexpected figures arguing inside.

"Please! Its flower language is beheading, how can someone visit the sick to buy lilies!

"Won't you make it clear at the beginning?"

Looking at the two people in the room, Xiaolan and Conan blurted out subconsciously.

"Black Charcoal Essence No. 2!"