The unscrupulous detective in Conan

Chapter 1333 Even the old auntie got into a masochistic mood.

After a moment of silence, the mischievous old lady decided she didn't want to tease the young man any further.

Even when you try to flirt with them, you end up getting teased in return...

I choose to give up.

So she got straight to the point and asked, "Why did you think of calling me so late?"

"Empty, lonely, and cold."

"..."

"Let's get down to business."

"Oh, the important thing is when will my identity be approved?"

"...?"

Vermouth silently typed a question mark, feeling puzzled by Fujino's sudden enthusiasm.

By the way, weren't you a bit indifferent to this matter?

Why are you so concerned now?

Could it be that he's short of money and wants to get his salary sooner?
That can't be...

Vermouth was puzzled by this and couldn't quite understand it.

Fujino naturally understood what the old lady was thinking, and immediately said, "It's the end of the month now. If you start working now, it will be easier to get paid when it's time to settle the wages. Also, it seems like there are quite a few days off next month, so you can work a few fewer days."

Belmode: "..."

Working a few less days...

Didn't I already tell you that you only need to go a few times a week?
So, you not only want to get your salary sooner, but you also want to take advantage of the hospital!
For a moment, the older woman was unsure how to comment on this action.

She sighed helplessly, of course, she didn't really believe that Fujino wanted to take the job to get paid and slack off.

It's only the beginning of the month, you're kidding me, thinking about next month?

Before you start scamming people, can you please confirm the time?

There must be some secret they don't want to tell.

This is what the older woman was thinking.

Then she said, "This matter will have to wait a little while. My identity is not yet complete. I estimate that by the time I'm done, yours will be done too."

"yours?"

Fujino was puzzled for a moment: "You didn't say before that you were going to infiltrate with us. As the commander-in-chief, shouldn't you just order those of us on the front lines to do the order? Shouldn't a commander-in-chief like you be considering more things?"

"What kind of nonsense is this?"

Vermouth didn't understand this kind of grotesque joke, and simply explained, "I was just telling you about the identities I prepared for you."

"Of course I also had an identity to infiltrate them."

Who are you?

"Of course, it's the nurse."

"Well, so you're saying you stole my job before I could be a nurse?"

"There's nothing we can do; that hospital has a lot of women among its nurses."

"Okay, okay, hurry up and get ready. Let me know when you're done."

As soon as I finished speaking, the voice on the other end of the phone disappeared, followed by a series of beeping sounds.

Vermouth held her phone in one hand and rested her chin on the other, gazing at the city night view through the dimly lit floor-to-ceiling windows of her room, and sighed.

The older woman felt quite helpless about this impatient young man.

The frustrating part, she felt, was that she allowed herself to be manipulated by the other party.

To be honest, she didn't know why she was so obedient to the other party; it was almost as if she had been tethered to a pirate ship.

Perhaps it's because of the little detective...

Of course, that's only part of it; the older woman felt that a mere detective shouldn't be involved in such a situation.

It was all pretty confusing.

Perhaps it's out of admiration or curiosity.

Also, this kid has a lot of investment potential.

Perhaps he will achieve great things in the future.

Although the feeling of being manipulated by others is very unpleasant now, as a traitorous old auntie, thinking about the future inexplicably gives me a little thrill.

The older woman has also become a bit of a masochist.

…………

"From the moment you enter this hospital, you will no longer be a detective, but Liu Angxing, the traditional Chinese medicine practitioner."

"I am your assistant nurse, Lin Mingmei. Let me familiarize myself with my role beforehand..."

"Dr. Liu, they can't wait to have a consultation with you!"

The next morning, Vermouth invited Fujino out. She rode her old Harley to a parking lot, got on Fujino's bike, took off her helmet to reveal that she had already dressed up as an innocent little girl with jet-black and dark blue hair.

Then, a series of psychological attacks were launched against Fujino.

Fujino gasped at the old woman's affected, chef-like manner, and pinched his brow: "I understand, Nurse Lin, you don't need to do that, it's disgusting."

"Tsk."

Aunt Lin had expected this reaction, but she still clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction and continued, "It's time you started to pretend, isn't it? Are you just going to go and pretend to be a traditional Chinese medicine doctor from China with this face?"

Do I have a problem?

"There's nothing wrong with your appearance." Vermouth glanced at Fujino's jet-black hair and his dark, slightly brown pupils. "But your face is quite famous here in Japan."

"I bet some busybody will recognize you at a glance, Dr. You are the legendary high school detective."

"Okay, okay, Nurse Lin..."

"I really don't know how you came up with those two names."

Fujino complained, then waved his hand: "Nurse Lin, please get out of the car. I need to change my clothes. You don't want to see a young man's muscular body completely naked, do you?"

"I don't think there's a problem."

"I think there's something wrong."

"never mind."

Fujino had no face to talk to the shameless old lady. He opened the car door, got out, and changed into the white coat he had prepared in advance. Then he disguised his appearance according to the materials Vermouth had forged.

Yes, he looks exactly like Liu Maoxing.

Although ang and mao are pronounced completely differently.

It can only be described as a coincidence.

After all, the timeline of this world is very different from the real world. Some things are missing and some things are present; it all depends on my mood.

For example, there isn't one like that in "Cooking Master Boy".

Perhaps it's because the world of Detective Conan was created earlier than that of Cooking Master Boy, so it wasn't incorporated into the worldview?
Well, Detective Conan aired in 1994 and Cooking Master Boy in 1995. Conan aired a year earlier than Cooking Master Boy, so it's not surprising.

And that Lin Mingmei thing, honestly, the pun...

Could it be some kind of cosmic diva who's standing on a spaceship and singing wildly?

It's hard not to suspect that this older woman might be a second-generation anime fan or something.

Fujino mentally grumbled as he changed his clothes and a human skin mask, then returned to the car.

"Hmm, not bad, as expected of my junior disciple who is from the same school."

"Hehe, my master is even more amazing, she doesn't even need a mask."

Vermouth looked him over for a moment, then started teasing him again.

Fujino, of course, was indignant and retorted directly. Then, our senior auntie snorted, "Since everything is ready, Dr. Liu, shall we begin?"

"Wait a minute."

"Ok?"

Under Vermouth's questioning gaze, Fujino simply pulled out an armband with the "Special Grade Traditional Chinese Medicine" design from his pocket, put it on his arm, wrapped a red cloth around his upper arm, and then nodded: "That's about it."

"..."

The elderly woman, Vermouth, didn't understand, but was greatly shocked.

I thought to myself, "Young people really know how to have fun."

They all prepare their own props.

…………

"A warm welcome to Dr. Liu Angxing for our hospital!"

"We received your message a while ago, but we didn't expect you to arrive so quickly."

"Fortunately, we have already prepared an office in advance, just waiting for you to see patients."

"I would appreciate your guidance!"

At Beihu Central Hospital, the hospital director gave a warm welcome to the newly arrived Dr. Liu Angxing and Nurse Lin Mingmei in the conference room that morning.

Most of the doctors in the meeting room seemed indifferent to this.

Although traditional Chinese medicine is doing quite well in Japan, it has changed its name to Kampo medicine.

Kampo medicine is acceptable, but traditional Chinese medicine is not.

Well, to put it simply, you must get a diagnosis based on Western medical principles and then use traditional Chinese medicine for treatment. As for the four diagnostic methods like observation, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation, they are all just for show here, like water in iced tea.

It's similar to how the status of traditional Chinese medicine in ancient China was deconstructed by Western learning.

Therefore, these people generally hold the view that traditional Chinese medicine is just a fortune-telling charlatan.

Fujino had nothing to say about this. Although he didn't know if traditional Chinese medicine was effective, it had nothing to do with him.

After all, his medical skills come from being a good doctor.

You guys know both traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine, okay? Do you even know what it means to combine Chinese and Western medicine?
Of course, this group of people were unaware of this, and they even doubted whether the doctor had a medical license in Japan.

Fortunately, the older woman's approach is rather unconventional.

In Liu Angxing's backstory, he studied in Japan and has a Japanese medical license.

Therefore, there is simply no solution to this problem.

You can practice medicine as long as you have a medical license; how you practice medicine is none of your business.

…………

At dawn, birds sang on the branches. Whether it was a mournful cry or just random chirping, I don't know. Anyway, I can't understand it, so I'll just interpret it as singing.

Fujino's office was located on the second floor of the hospital. It was basically a converted storage room, and the overall area was neither large nor small.

The room's layout is the kind of stereotypical Japanese Chinese style.

The floor was covered with abstract tatami mats. Inside, there were some kind of wooden stools with unique designs, a wooden table with a red apricot blossom that looked like it had been broken off from a corner of the wall, a calligraphy brush and an inkstone, and Japanese calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls. Behind them, there seemed to be a lot of wooden boxes containing medicinal herbs, as well as a Japanese-style sliding door and screen...

It gives people the feeling of everything suddenly going dark.

Fujino took a deep breath, clenched his fist, and felt an urge to tear down the place and turn it into a normal office.

But after thinking about how difficult it must have been for them to prepare all this, I gave up on the idea.

"Dr. Liu, how's the office?"

Vermouth changed into her work clothes in the locker room and walked into Liu Angxing's office, a mocking smile on her face, amidst the gazes of a large crowd.

Fujino turned around and glanced at the old lady.

I noticed that she was swaying her slender waist, wearing a sea-blue cheongsam with black pantyhose and gold patterns. The fabric clung to her body, making her look like the kind of warm-hearted, caring older sister who comes out of a brothel to do charity work to help her poor family.

For a moment, he couldn't help but complain: "So, why did you change into a cheongsam?"

"What's wrong with me wearing a cheongsam as a traditional Chinese medicine nurse?"

"..."

"So, you didn't create this damn stereotype, did you?"

"That's not it."

Vermouth gave a slightly meaningful smile: "But I have indeed been here for a visit. And why do I look so good in this office's style?"

Fujino: "..."

Stop talking, I'm already so angry at you guys for making me faint, just like I'm from Beijing.

Fujino took a deep breath and sat down on the hard chair in the office.

Feeling that it was a bit uncomfortable on his butt, he took out a soft cushion that he had won in a lottery from his personal space and put it on.

This prevented the embarrassing situation of developing hemorrhoids from sitting for too long.

Helpless, he got down to business: "So, what's the next step in the plan?"

"Of course, it's to gather intelligence."

"Is it really that simple? Isn't there anything more specific?"

"Nothing."

Fujino couldn't help but complain, "What I'm saying is, is it possible to plant a few bombs around here, or even stage a terrorist attack, and then have you disguise yourself as Rena Mizunashi and do a live broadcast on the hospital's internal TV so we can find her?"

Vermouth paused for a moment upon hearing this, then exclaimed in realization, "That's right, how come I didn't think of that? Why is that?"

Fujino: "..."

This old lady is starting to act sarcastic and unsettling.

Faced with Fujino's gaze, Vermouth had no intention of continuing to make such teasing jokes, and explained, "This method is far too crude. Bourbon and I are both intelligence agents, how can we use such methods like Gin and his brutes?"

"Hard to say."

Fujino made a comment, then sighed and looked around: "Speaking of Bourbon, did he sneak into the hospital?"

"Why haven't I seen him anywhere?"

"I don't know about that."

Vermouth shook her head slightly, a mischievous, foxy expression on her face: "Of all these people since that day, I've only contacted you..."

"I haven't contacted anyone else at all."

Fujino cleared the air from in front of her nose and couldn't help but complain, "Old lady, stop nagging! Don't you know how old you are? Still playing this game of a late-night barbecue stall with its smoky aroma..."

However, before he could finish speaking, a commotion arose outside:

"You bastard, you quack!"

"We've done so many tests, but they can't find anything!"

"What on earth is your hospital doing?!"

"?"

Upon hearing this, Fujino silently typed a question mark, quietly stood up from the stool, and peeked out.

Then I saw an old man who looked like a sage throwing a tantrum in the hospital corridor, yelling at a man wearing a white coat who seemed to be balding on top.

Fujino stroked his chin, feeling that this kind of plot was slightly familiar.

So, is it possible that some old man will come looking for us next...?

I slapped the face of the man who was being verbally abused so hard, and gave a good shout-out to traditional Chinese medicine culture.

In the end, I cured the old man, and it turned out that the old man was the head of the richest family in Tokyo. Then he introduced his granddaughter to me—that kind of old-fashioned, abstract urban doctor plot, right?

Where did this come from?
Is this still the world of Detective Conan?

(End of this chapter)