Conan: Ke Xue’s daily life in the world of elderly care

"Can't die."

Gin Jiu looked at Tang Muqing coldly, then let go of his hand after a moment, "Back to Tokyo, I will arrange for a few people to kill that elementary school student."

Tang Muqing coughed twice and looked weak, "You can't kill him."

"?" Ginjiu's eyes flashed with a hint of gloom, and his tone was filled with murderous intent, "Can't you kill him?"

He has killed countless people, including politicians and businessmen, but he can't kill a primary school student?

"Can't kill him." Tang Muqing propped himself up and sat on the bed, put his hands around Gin's waist and pressed his face against it, his voice dry and hoarse, "My intuition and dreams tell me that we can't kill him."

Hey, the protagonist has a halo.

Even though the current Conan has insufficient equipment and teammates, Kudo Shinichi's keen intuition and talent for crime cannot be ignored.

Although he had no feelings for Kudo Shinichi, he had to admit that the other party was indeed just and excellent.

Hearing this, Gin couldn't help but frown, "What's the reason?"

Is it scientific or metaphysical?

"Trust me." Tang Muqing closed his eyes and pressed the side of his face against Gin's abdomen. The heat was transmitted through a thin layer of shirt. It was so warm that it didn't seem to come from a killer. "Send a few unimportant peripheral members." You will know if you try it, they will never succeed."

Gin:......

Oh, metaphysics, right?

"Hmph." Gin snorted unwillingly, quickly recalling the members near Tokyo who could be sent as cannon fodder in his mind. His other hand went around his waist and opened Tang Muqing's palm, "Get up and go back to Tokyo."

The one who moved his hands and feet showed no sign of illness at all.

Tease people anywhere regardless of time, place or situation!

Tang Muqing slapped Gin's palm away with his backhand, "I don't want to go back. I heard that several TV stations and newspapers in Tokyo asked reporters to squat on me. I hid for two days, and I'm still sick."

Who wants to go back?

If he goes back now, wouldn't it make headlines? Is it possible to steal Conan's headlines?

Gin:......

Didn't you agree to rest for two days?

So you came here to hide from the interview?

"Tang Mu's family has a private hospital, and I used to stay there." Gin couldn't help but frown, feeling like his belly was going to be blistered, "Infusion alone can't reduce the fever."

What a broken body. Staying up all night and blowing in the wind makes you seriously ill. Those who don't know think he is sick.

"If you hadn't pulled out my tube, maybe the fever would have subsided by now." Tang Muqing let go of the gin, glanced at the remaining potion in the infusion bottle, then stood up and put on his clothes, and put on his superior muscles The lines disappeared under the clothes, "Will you stay with me in the hospital for two days? Anyway, you don't need to rush back and personally instruct those peripheral members on how to kill elementary school students."

Hearing this, Gin's eyelids twitched.

It is true that a primary school student can be killed without any guidance, but after Tang Muqing told him, he felt that this primary school student might indeed not die.

There is a sense of powerlessness that you can't even kill the other person if you intervene.

"Don't go." Tang Muqing put on his shirt and lowered his head to buckle his belt. His head was groggy but he still didn't forget to grab a bed companion for himself, "Please stay with me in the hospital, Senior Gin, I didn't bring an assistant when I went out this time. "

If you can't kill him, then don't embarrass him. The face of our big brother in the winery must be preserved and cannot be lost.

It's better to let others do the shameful thing of dying.

Gin was silent for a moment, then threw the sweater hanging next to him, "Hurry up."

It's all been burned to this point, and you're still talking here?

Tang Muqing put on his clothes and wandered out, "But Gin, leave this elementary school student to me. This kind of metaphysical people and things may make you feel as helpless as a eunuch visiting a brothel."

Gin's eyelids twitched suddenly, and he couldn't help but look up at Tang Muqing in surprise, "Don't you know if I am a eunuch?"

Tang Muqing shrugged, "Do you want me to answer yes or no?"

Gin:......

Is this still an option?

Gin Jiu looked at Tang Muqing with calm eyes and made a cold sound with unknown meaning, "Heh."

The door of the villa was opened, and the black Porsche drove out along the road and headed to the reserved private hospital.

……

Tang Mujia Private Hospital, Kyoto Branch.

Tang Mu and Cheng walked into the hospital wearing an expensive suit and carrying a large insulated bag. With a gentle smile on his face, he nodded to the medical staff coming and going.

In the luxurious single ward on the top floor, the gentle and carefree eldest nephew was lying on the bed with an oxygen tube inserted and a needle stuck on the back of his hand. He looked weak and pitiful.

On the small sofa by the window, the man with long silver hair took off his black windbreaker, propped up his chin and looked at his mobile phone, leisurely and lazy.

Tang Muhecheng:...

He came to see the patient and brought the patient meal, but...

Is the extra meal for Gin? !

Does this cold-faced killer have nothing to do lately? Bewitched by his eldest nephew? !

Ginjiu lazily raised his eyes and glanced at Tang Mu Hecheng, then raised his chin towards the coffee table beside him without any respect.

Tang Muhecheng:...

it's wired.

Why do I suddenly feel like my eldest nephew is bringing someone to meet his parents, only to see his cold boss? !

Tang Mu and Cheng glanced at his eldest nephew who was lying on the hospital bed with his eyes closed and looking weak as if he was about to die. He quietly walked over and took out the food and placed it on the coffee table.

It's over, now instead of the eldest nephew bringing a partner to meet the parents, now it's the eldest eunuch who goes to serve the Queen, only to find out that the Queen is his eldest nephew who was placed outside the palace.

Tang Mu and Cheng were in extremely complicated moods. After placing the dishes and chopsticks, they glanced at Gin and sat quietly aside.

"Uncle is here?" A weak voice came from the side. The gentle voice seemed particularly hoarse at this time, like a broken gong.

Tang Mu and Cheng blinked and nodded, "Well, let's get up and have something to eat."

With that said, Tang Mu and Cheng pushed the soup bowl on the table forward, wiped the spoon clean and put it in.

Tang Muhecheng:...

Damn it, more like a great eunuch!

Tang Muqing stood up, hugged the soup bowl and touched the tube inserted in his nose, and couldn't help complaining, "I don't seem to be seriously ill enough to need an oxygen tube."

I just have a cold and a fever, what kind of oxygen tube should I put in?

I don't know, but I thought he was seriously ill and would die soon.

Tang Muqing squinted his eyes and glanced sideways at the figure reflected in the glass window next to him.

Now she doesn't look like a heartthrob, now she looks like a sadistic heroine who was tortured a hundred and eighty times and was finally sent to the hospital by the kind-hearted hero.

"Well." Gin put away the phone, glanced at the food in the lunch box and picked up the chopsticks, "Didn't you say extubation? I'll try to remove your oxygen tube to see if it will make you happy."