The unscrupulous detective in Conan

Chapter 1334 The Older Aunt: Her Past "Central Childhood Idiot" Syndrome Has Returned
Fujino peeked out from beside the door frame, looking over.

Vermouth stood on tiptoe to look out from a slightly higher position, but because of her height, she couldn't see anything even on tiptoe, so she could only stay below Fujino.

The old man's loud noise attracted a lot of attention.

Among them, a man with fair skin, short black hair, holding a mop in his hand and dragging a bucket behind him, heard the noise and came over to join in the fun.

Then, I saw Fujino and the old lady.

"..." The fair-skinned, black-haired young man fell silent for a moment, not understanding what this strange PLAY was.

However, looking at these two people, he always had a sense of familiarity.

He thought to himself, "These two must be a traditional Chinese medicine doctor and a nurse who were recently transferred here after the news broke."

"Traditional Chinese medicine practitioners and nurses, that should be Dong Xuelian and Vermouth."

"It looks like they've already infiltrated..."

"However, their identities cannot be confirmed yet; we'll have to wait until after get off work tonight."

This fair-skinned, black-haired young man was none other than Amuro Tooru/Furuya Rei Bourbon, who had infiltrated the hospital as a cleaner.

After receiving the assignment, our Bourbon disguised himself and, through his ability to be the best at taking on part-time jobs, successfully applied for a cleaning job at Beika Central Hospital.

Vermouth didn't help him, but as a member of the Japanese Public Security Bureau, he had his own connections.

Although his disguise skills are not ideal, unlike Vermouth, Kaito Kid, or Fujino who can transform into whoever they want.

However, he also has his own advantages.

That is, his features are so distinctive that no one cares about his appearance at all.

Dye your hair black and turn your dark skin white.

The effect is absolutely top-notch.

Even his junior police officer brother, Kazami Yu, didn't recognize him.

This is what Amuro Tooru is like now.

He inexplicably bears a striking resemblance to Fujino.

At this moment, Bourbon, faced with the scene before him, only pondered for a moment before deciding to join the ranks of the traditional Chinese medicine practitioners and nurses, peeking through the door frame together.

He tried it out and found that he couldn't take the spot at the top.

So, I squatted down a little and lined up at the very bottom.

Fujino, the older woman, and the dark-skinned young man peeked out and watched the show.

The scene was inexplicably abstract, reminiscent of a comedy anime.

Amuro Tooru, or rather Bourbon at the time of the operation, was not yet certain that the two above him were Dong Xuelian and Vermouth.

So he decided to probe: "What exactly happened here?"

"?"

Upon hearing this, the two lowered their heads and noticed Bourbon below.

Fujino: Wait, how did I end up here? And what's this guy doing? He looks a bit like Shinichi Kudo.
Old lady: What is my godson doing here?
After a moment's thought, the two realized what was happening and secretly thought:

"Could this guy be Bourbon?"

"So, Bourbon, if you're going to disguise yourself, at least do it properly. Why did you just dye your hair and bleach your skin before showing up?"

"It's like a hybrid of Shinichi Kudo and Fujino."

The elderly woman, Vermouth, was somewhat speechless.

Fujino complained, "Buddy, this guy dyed his hair black and got white skin, so he's not much different from me now."

"Damn it, all that pretense was for nothing!"

The old lady and Fujino were both filled with thoughts of complaining.

As professionals, they shared the same thoughts as Bourbon.

They simply pretended not to know each other.

Let's talk about everything after we get off work.

At this point, the two people on the other side argued more and more fiercely, and they were almost about to fight.

The FBI agents stationed there were naturally drawn to the area.

Judy, with short blonde hair, wearing a gray trench coat over a purple sweater dress, black boots, and gray stockings, was among them.

She hid in the corner, secretly observing the complicated scene.

There was a moment of silence when they looked at the three heads.

I feel like I've seen a similar scene in some cartoon about a cat chasing a mouse.

After calming herself down, she took out her phone and sent a message to the dean.

A short while later, the dean arrived.

The hospital director first reassured the old man, then smiled and said, "Sir, why don't you go and take a look at Mr. Liu, who is here for an exchange visit to our hospital?"

"Perhaps that person can see something."

The slightly balding doctor, upon hearing his hospital director's words, had a sudden inspiration and then chimed in, shifting the focus of the conflict to Fujino's side:
"Yes, you should go see the new TCM doctor our hospital has invited!"

"I reckon only someone like him, who can diagnose the cause of your illness just by touching your arm, could figure out what's wrong with you..."

That statement is a bit sarcastic; it's like saying you can tell the cause of an illness just by touching someone's arm.

This statement carries a somewhat discriminatory connotation.

Fujino, of course, noticed it too.

He knew perfectly well that pulse diagnosis wasn't a common practice in Japan, and that saying this was a way of making him draw attention to the other side while subtly mocking him.

As for why pulse diagnosis isn't practiced in Japan, it can only be said that Japanese traditional medicine is Kampo medicine, not traditional Chinese medicine.

To be precise, Kampo medicine is a branch of traditional Chinese medicine. It was borrowed, but only slightly, and then it underwent localization and localization, along with a little bit of Western influence.

Simply put, it's a string.

As for the old dean...

Fujino glanced at Judy, who was hiding in the shadows, and understood the logic behind it. He thought to himself, "I guess it was arranged by the FBI."

"Want to test my composition?"

"After all, they came to communicate suddenly at this time."

"It's not entirely illogical to suspect someone of being an undercover agent for the organization."

Upon hearing this, the old man turned his head and saw the cat, mouse, dog (just kidding), Aunt Fujino, and the fair-skinned young man. He immediately frowned and said, "So young, and you're still using traditional Chinese medicine? Isn't that stuff for conditioning the body?"

In Japan, Western medicine treats acute conditions, while traditional Chinese medicine is used for conditioning. To put it bluntly, apart from prescriptions, they can't really do anything too drastic.

Traditional Chinese medicine practitioners simply cannot cure acute illnesses; they lack the ability and dare not use strong medications.

Ultimately, the reluctance to use strong medications and the adherence to prescriptions is one of the tragedies of modern Chinese medicine, but it's unavoidable. To put it bluntly, the quality of Chinese medicine varies greatly; some are incredibly skilled, while others can't even cure a minor cold. In the end, it still comes down to formulaic prescriptions.

Vermouth then gently nudged Fujino with her elbow, lowering her gaze to Fujino and beginning a private exchange of glances: It seems these people want to test your ingredients.

Fujino turned his head, his expression calm: That must be it, I noticed it too.

A hint of doubt appeared in the older woman's eyes: Are you sure you can do it?

Fujino gently closed his eyes and nodded slightly: It's not a big problem.

With good medical skills, we won't talk about some legendary grassland doctor or some weirdo Black Jack.

It's at least possible to reach the level of a general expert.

The same applies to Traditional Chinese Medicine.

This also allows you to gain some free experience points for the Good Doctor's professional skills.

…………

And so, Fujino began his first consultation at Beika Central Hospital. This old man wasn't the head of any prominent Tokyo family.

I doubt we'll see classic scenes like introducing the granddaughter again...

This made Fujino feel a little regretful.

I thought I could be the male protagonist in an urban fantasy novel.

Getting back to the main point—this old man's real identity is a sushi maker, just like his appearance. He's a sushi master who has been making sushi professionally for decades.

The patient's symptoms included tremors, numbness, and coldness in his left hand, which severely affected his ability to control the temperature of the sushi and the precision of rolling it.

These symptoms were investigated at Beika Central Hospital for a month, but nothing was found. A lot of tests were done, but in the end, no results were found. In the end, their hands were so clasped together that they couldn't be opened, and they just started to get angry.

As the old man's former attending physician, the bald doctor should still say something:
"Blood routine, liver and kidney function tests, electrolyte tests, and wrist joint tests are all normal. The key issue now is a mild slowing of nerve transmission speed, which feels like carpal tunnel syndrome, but the tests don't seem to indicate it. We suspect it's nerve inflammation, but we haven't found the cause of the poisoning yet."

“The situation is still unclear. I prescribed him some neurological medication, and then his condition worsened.”

"Is that so?"

Fujino pondered for a moment, then reached out and, under everyone's gaze, placed his hand on the sushi master's left hand, closed his eyes slightly, and checked his pulse.

After a brief silence, he slowly spoke: "The blood vessels are blocked."

"what?"

"It's a blood clot, a thrombus, located roughly on the left side of the arm. It's probably caused by insufficient blood supply due to radial artery thrombosis."

"Oh... a blood clot?"

Faced with the bewildered bald doctor, Fujino couldn't help but sigh and say, "We're all doctors, I shouldn't need to explain what blood clots are, right?"

"Insufficient blood supply can cause coldness, numbness, and weakness in the wrist and hand. In his case, it is a more serious case of slight muscle contracture, as well as muscle tightness caused by pain."

"I estimate that a vascular ultrasound can find the blockage."

"It's that simple?"

"Can you find the cause of an illness just by touching an arm?"

The old man who was a sushi master, the bald doctor, and the hospital director all had strange expressions. They were clearly skeptical that someone could find out where a blood vessel was blocked just by touching someone's hand.

Fujino was speechless for a moment: "Why don't you go get a vascular ultrasound to find out? But this old man's hand might not be able to wait. If it becomes ischemic again, it will probably stiffen and rot soon."

"Sir, you don't want to be unable to feel the temperature of sushi and make professional sushi in the future, do you?"

"Hurry up and do as he says!"

"It is indeed a blood clot..."

"Thrombus in the distal left radial artery."

About an hour later, the test results came back.

Fujino's good doctor also gained 500 experience points.

Indeed, the best place to find good doctors is in a hospital.

Fujino sighed inwardly and decided that he must gain as much experience as possible during his time as a doctor and push his free-to-play Good Doctor level up.

Faced with the hospital director's surprised tone upon receiving the test results and the bald doctor's surprised expression, Fujino picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip of black tea: "It's simple now, we just need to remove that blood clot."

"But sir, you should control your daily life a bit."

"I definitely won't drink or smoke anymore!"

"Drinking and smoking are secondary; the main problem is that you seem to have some kidney deficiency."

"Ah this..."

"I'll prescribe two doses of medicine for you, one to dissolve blood clots, and the other..."

"Once the blood clot dissolves, I can drink another dose. I should be able to return to my thirties."

The sushi master looked a little embarrassed, but upon hearing that there was a solution, he immediately stopped being embarrassed and his expression turned serious, full of admiration.

Compared to losing face, kidney deficiency is a more serious issue.

It can treat kidney deficiency and such...

Moreover, people in their fifties or sixties can return to the state of a thirty-year-old!
This is a true master!

The hospital director and the bald doctor standing nearby began to whisper among themselves:
"They even got it right about which blood vessel was blocked?"

"How is that possible? Does feeling blood vessels really have the same effect as an ultrasound?"

"These are the basic procedures for pulse diagnosis: observation, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation."

Fujino crossed his arms and spoke eloquently: "His hands are cold, which is obviously due to insufficient blood supply. He also has symptoms of weakness in his hands and wrists. You have overlooked the fact that his hands are cold and only focused on his wrists, as well as the problems with his muscles and nerves, while ignoring the problems with his blood vessels. Of course, you can't find anything wrong with that."

"I see……"

"Is having cold hands really the key factor?"

"That's how traditional Chinese medicine works: observation, listening, questioning, and palpation. By matching symptoms with pulse patterns, we can deduce the cause of the disease. If we only rely on the results of the disease to constantly eliminate the cause, we may easily miss the opportunity for treatment."

Fujino crossed his arms and shrugged helplessly, the red cloth tied around his arm falling off on its own.

Everyone present was shocked when they saw the badge under the red cloth:
"That badge is..."

"A top-tier traditional Chinese medicine doctor?!"

"He's actually a top-tier traditional Chinese medicine doctor?!"

"By the way, what is a top-tier traditional Chinese medicine doctor?"

"Um, I don't know either."

The people present were shocked by the badge of the Special Grade Traditional Chinese Medicine Practitioner, but they couldn't quite put their finger on why they were shocked.

Anyway, I was quite shocked.

With red Chinese characters embroidered on it, surrounded by a blue dragon, and trimmed with gold thread, it must be really impressive.

Fujino simply tied the red cloth back around his arm.

They acted as if to say, "Don't get excited, this is just basic stuff."

Vermouth's eyebrows twitched slightly as she looked at the scene before her.

She had a strange feeling that the scene was somewhat familiar.

It's a little awkward...

All I can say is that this kind of plot—being looked down upon, then fighting back, and finally having one's identity exposed—is just too classic.

She acted in similar roles before when she was a performer...

So she muttered to herself, "This kid, with this one thing after another, could he be acting?"

"coincide?"

"The red cloth just happened to fall down at that moment?"

"I happened to have prepared a badge in advance, and I happened to run into an old man suffering from a rare disease, and you happened to help him."

"So that's where they were waiting..."

Recalling the scene of her skillfully pulling out the badge from her pocket and hanging it on her arm, the elderly woman Vermouth felt that she immediately understood, and the whole case was solved.

There was no coincidence at all; it was all premeditated!

This guy must have known he'd be targeted by the FBI, which is why he put on this show!

This old man... must have been hired too.

There were even extra scenes involving chuunibyou (middle school syndrome).

Vermouth pondered to herself, feeling that her reasoning was quite reasonable, and had no doubt that it might all be a coincidence.

After all, this is a repeat offense of someone with a history of wearing a Batman costume and going out to cosplay pirated Batman and Batman costumes.

What's wrong with hiring an old man to act in a play?
It fits her stereotype perfectly...

(End of this chapter)