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

"Be gentle."

"Brother, it hurts."

With the sound of people sucking in cold air, the air gradually turned into an ambiguous atmosphere.

The man with long silver-white hair sat on the sofa expressionlessly, holding a gauze-wrapped hand.

His eyelids twitched, and a conspicuous vein popped out on his forehead. "Could you please not make that kind of noise?"

Obviously very serious!

Obviously the atmosphere today is serious enough to be on TV, so why make sounds that need to be censored!

"It really hurts..." Tang Muqing almost wanted to wail, his face turned pale because of the pain, he leaned on the armrest of the sofa, and there was a little cold sweat on his nose, "Can't you be gentler?"

"Your hand is injured!" Gin closed his eyes and held Tang Muqing's fingers without any mercy, curling them up, spreading them out, and curling them up again. "If you don't move them around and wait for them to heal completely, you won't be able to open your hand!"

During the wound healing process, the dead flesh is removed and medicine is applied over and over again to allow new flesh and skin to grow. However, places like the palms can affect subsequent activities if you are not careful. You can only endure the pain and move slowly to allow the regrown flesh and skin to fit your movement trajectory.

"But it really hurts." Tang Muqing had a blank expression on his face. "Do I have to do squats if my thigh is injured? Do I have to be twisted on the head if my neck is injured?"

Not happy at all.

He really had not suffered many injuries, especially injuries like these that broke bones.

In addition to normal overwork, illness and hospitalization, the biggest injury was probably being taken to the hospital by my mother when I was a child...

Tang Muqing gathered his messy thoughts and sighed heavily, "I really haven't been injured, so can this training process be gradual? It really hurts."

Others would go straight to heaven by hugging women left and right after traveling through time, but after he traveled through time, he had to secretly hug women left and right during his illness, and he couldn't hug women at the same time. How tiring it was.

It would be better not to travel through time. At least he has money, free time and beautiful women.

"Never been hurt?"

Gin sneered, "If you continue to be so careless, you might as well not get hurt. I'll just send you to your death."

"That's so bad. I can't bear to leave you." Tang Muqing smiled, frowned, closed his eyes and leaned on the sofa, letting Gin hold his hand and slowly move the joints to pull the new skin and flesh, causing a little pain. "When can we stop this sad rehabilitation? It really hurts."

"One month?" Gin recalled his own experience of being injured, and then thought about Tang Muqing's physique, and kindly extended the time, "Don't worry, I will let the murderer live until the day you recover completely."

Tang Muqing:...

That’s not necessary.

Tang Muqing sighed and pointed to the various instruments beside him and the camera on the table. "Then I want to ask, what are these things?"

As he spoke, Tang Muching raised his other hand, which was wrapped with various instruments to monitor body data.

"Those researchers are waiting for you to go to the laboratory to recuperate. If you don't want to, then move home." Gin spoke calmly, with a hint of coldness in his tone.

A good experimental subject is much more important than money. It must be that Tang Muching is really too rich, otherwise he would have to lie in the laboratory now.

"Want to watch a movie?"

Tang Muqing felt pain and bored, so he could only try to think outside the box. "I remember I bought a disc of Titanic some time ago... I heard it's very touching. Do you want to watch it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, visible disgust appeared on Gin's face.

Tang Muqing was stunned. "What? This doesn't seem to be a complete romance movie..."

"You want me to watch a movie and scold the protagonist for not pushing others down?" Gin looked at Tang Muqing with contempt, "As for romance movies... I advise you, if you watch too much of that stuff, your brain will go away."

Tang Muqing:...

It sounds like he is a love-brained person...

But that's true. He just divided his smart brain into one big part and many small parts. The big part was used to make money, and the small parts were all love brains. It's just that the number was a little too much, and the person in each love brain was a little different.

"Ding-dong-"

A soft sound.

Tang Muqing turned back and looked at the tightly closed security door. "A guest is coming."

Gin had already taken out his phone to check the surveillance, "Police, detectives, and... Kudo Shinichi."

"Oh." Tang Muqing turned his head and looked at Gin calmly. After a moment of silence, he asked, "You... I..."

Hidden?

Gin raised his eyes listlessly, staring at Tang Muqing with a pair of green eyes, "Me? Adulterer?"

"How could that be?" Tang Muqing laughed and touched Gin with his gauze-wrapped hand. "It's obviously me who is a bit of a scumbag. I wronged the seniors to wait for me in the bedroom for a while. I will kick them out of the house soon."

Gin sneered, stood up, picked up his cigarette box, ashtray and lighter, calmly walked into the master bedroom, lay down on the bed and started remote monitoring.

Tang Muqing:...

Tang Muching looked at the leather shoes placed at the door, then looked at the Gin brand coat hanging on the hanger, and after thinking for a moment, he gave up the idea of ​​hiding it.

It's just right. Scare Conan a little and he will run away by himself.