Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Chapter 170 Asking for trouble

“Excuse me, ahem! Excuse me, ahem…”

Tons of sadness are not proportional to the forced smile.

Yun Xianhe lowered his head to avoid Zhu Fu Jingguang's sight, maneuvered the wheelchair around him and the others into the bathroom, and locked the door.

He needed to calm down.

Zhu Fu Jingguang and others who had been waiting outside the door for a while seemed very worried when they heard the intermittent and heart-wrenching coughing coming from inside.

Conan knocked on the door a few times and called Yun Xianhe's name.

Yun Xianhe suppressed his cough and replied in a hoarse voice:

"It's okay, just take it easy."

Everyone listened to his weak voice, and looked at the bloodstains on the floor that had not yet dried all the way from the room to the bathroom, and remained silent.

Kyogoku really wanted to break the door open and force his way in.

But Zhu Fu Jingguang on the side stopped him directly:

"Xianhe's expression just now was a little strange. Let him calm down."

"He needs to go to the hospital now."

"He can't go. It will be counterproductive."

"Why not seek medical treatment when you are sick?"

Both sides refused to give in to each other.

Xiaolan and Sonoko were obviously very worried.

But the two of them didn't really know Yun Xianhe very well, so for a moment they didn't know who to help.

Conan stood at the door and began to recall the whole process from Yun Xianhe closing his eyes and crying to waking up.

The other person was obviously not asleep, so he might have recalled something.

Is it because of excessive emotional fluctuations that the condition suddenly worsens?

It is not impossible, after all, mood has a huge impact on the body.

The people gathered outside the door were in a stalemate with different thoughts.

In the bathroom,

Yun Xianhe supported himself on the edge of the sink with both hands and couldn't stop coughing.

Tears mixed with scarlet blood drops hit the pure white porcelain surface of the pool, like blooming red plum blossoms.

I could hear someone talking vaguely.

Sometimes it was Zhufu Jingguang and his friends talking with concern, and sometimes it was the friends chatting with laughter;

Sometimes it is a warm greeting from the sky, sometimes it is the sinister smile of the enemy.

As if dreams no longer work,

There was no other figure in front of him except the scarlet blood that he had vomited out.

He is the only person from another world in this small world, and no one can empathize with him.

Previously, I only knew that the Time Travel Bureau sealed the memories of all hosts in order to protect their souls and spirits.

Until I truly felt the dull pain from the depths of my soul attacking this body that did not belong to me,

Only then did you truly understand what it felt like to be "possessed".

Looking at his disheveled self in the mirror, Yun Xianhe pulled the corners of his mouth stiffly, smiling in an ambiguous way:

"You're asking for trouble."

If he hadn't been soft-hearted for a moment after getting his memory back, he should have returned home by now, right?

...At least I did gain something.

Forget it, I'll just send the Buddha to the west. I've already suffered so much, there's no reason for me to give up.

Yun Xianhe coughed for a long time.

It was not until the screen in front of him began to show noise and he heard the system prompt "punishment is over" that he fell back into the wheelchair exhausted.

The originally neat shirt was wrinkled and stained with blood, making his face look even paler.

Yun Xianhe pursed his lips slightly, feeling the bloody taste between his lips and teeth, then took out a bottle of strange potion from the space and drank it.

The smell of blood disappeared almost instantly, relieving the headache a little.

It saves you the trouble of rinsing your mouth repeatedly.

Knock, knock,

"Idle Crane?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who felt that there was suddenly no sound outside the door, knocked on the door tentatively.

Yun Xianhe hummed in a muffled voice, indicating that he was still alive.

I closed my eyes for a while, waiting until the dizziness was not so severe.

When it seems that the person outside the door can no longer wait,

He stood up with the help of the wheelchair armrests, turned on the faucet, and used the cold water to clean his cheeks and hands.

On the bloodless palm, a pink crescent-shaped wound was somewhat conspicuous.

Yun Xianhe looked at it in silence for a while, then simply rinsed it and left it alone.

Only after he had cleaned the countertop that looked like a crime scene did he sit back in his wheelchair and open the door.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was outside the door, took a step forward and tried to go in almost the moment he heard the door lock open.

Yun Xianhe, who was about to come out, opened the door.

The two looked at each other.

When Xiaolan and Yuanzi saw the large bloodstain on Yun Xianhe's lapel, they screamed and quickly covered their mouths.

Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at the pale-faced person sitting in the wheelchair, his hands were shaking.

"Idle Crane,"

"It's fine now, but it seems like another piece of clothing has been ruined. Should I change to black clothes next time? It seems that stains on black clothes won't be too obvious."

As he spoke, Yun Xianhe tugged at his collar in a relaxed manner, and there seemed to be a hint of regret and disgust in his tone.

A little bit of mysophobia is kicking in.

If he hadn't been afraid of not being able to explain, he would have gotten rid of the bloody clothes when he was in the bathroom just now.

"The doctor is here!"

Kyogoku Makoto went upstairs carrying a middle-aged man in a white coat.

After the latter was put down, he held his waist with one hand and supported the wall with the other, making a hoarse sound from his throat. He looked even more seriously ill than Yun Xianhe now.

"..."

Yun Xianhe glanced at the old man, then looked up at Zhu Fu Jingguang, his eyes seemed to be asking:

Are you sure I wasn't the one treating the other person?

They were still one kilometer away from here, and the old doctor, who was first dragged and then carried up along the way, found it a bit unbearable.

For a moment, he thought he saw the Sanzu River.

"Grandpa Doctor, come quickly."

After all, Yun Xianhe, who was covered in blood, seemed to have a more serious problem.

Conan tugged at the other person's clothes.

The old doctor who turned around following his force took a deep breath when he saw Yun Xianhe covered in blood.

With trembling hands, he adjusted his glasses and after making sure that he was not mistaken, he said in a panic:

"Why don't you send him to the hospital?!"

Upon hearing this, Kyogoku Makoto glanced at Morobushi Kagemitsu.

The latter didn't look at him, but was looking at Yun Xianhe, who stopped coughing after coming out of the bathroom.

The other party just sat there as if nothing had happened.

Apart from looking a little listless, there seemed to be no problems.

Zhu Fu Jingguang's eyes darkened as he thought of something.

After denying through self-psychological suggestion that Yun Xianhe was from another world, he began to suspect whether the other party had been captured and subjected to some illegal experiments.

No, impossible.

Maybe it's because of the long-term illness and the various medicines I took, which damaged my foundation, so my body feels like this from time to time.

Zhu Fu Jingguang here is brainstorming, trying his best to make Yun Xianhe look more reasonable.

The old doctor over there breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the blood on Yun Xianhe's body was not caused by the wound.

Yun Xianhe followed the other party into the room to check, and everyone waited outside.

The old man, who had checked the room for a long time but couldn't find anything wrong, frowned and looked at Yun Xianhe in confusion.

It stands to reason that this man vomited so much blood,

How come apart from being weak and having damage to the lining of his throat, he has no other problems?

Strange, so strange.

Thinking of this, he asked Yun Xianhe a few more questions.

Yun Xianhe, who was a little sleepy after all this trouble, answered a few questions perfunctorily.

The old man, who didn't get any definite information, went outside and chatted with Zhu Fu Jingguang and others.

Yun Xianhe saw him come back with sudden enlightenment, pressed the cold stethoscope against his chest, and asked himself how his stomach felt.

"I see."

"?"

"This is acute gastric bleeding. It may be because the patient's emotions fluctuate too much, causing blood pressure to rise..."

The old man talked a lot, trying to explain Yun Xianhe's illness from a medical perspective.

Yun Xianhe, who had vomited blood due to the system punishment but had never thought about where the bleeding point was, looked at the other party strangely, and vaguely felt that what he said seemed to make some sense.

Shit.

Because the blood he just vomited did not contain any food residue.

Therefore, the probability that the blood comes from the lungs is greater than that from the stomach.

Seeing that Zhu Fu Jingguang and the others were about to be led astray, Yun Xianhe quickly raised his hand to interrupt them.

"My stomach isn't upset."

The old man glanced at him, his face full of suspicion that the other party was talking nonsense and didn't want to reveal his illness.

Yun Xianhe spoke helplessly:

"I have a heart problem."

After he said that, the old man immediately understood and began to explain the possible causes of the disease.

Now Zhu Fu Jingguang and the others had expressions that seemed a little strange when they looked at the old doctor.

You were so confident when you were analyzing all that stuff earlier, how come you changed your words so quickly?

"Doctor, how is he now?"

The old man glanced at Yun Xianhe and said in a somewhat awkward tone:

"Except for a little anemia, there is no problem."

"???"

Conan looked at the doctor, then at Kyogoku Makoto, and always felt that the doctor in their place was unreliable.

Yun Xianhe, who was sitting in a wheelchair, spread his hands:

"I said I was fine."