Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 375 Naked Revenge!
"Another powerful Vajra Palm strike will definitely improve blood circulation and relieve muscle tension."

"And then there's the Wind God Leg, each kick is like a gentle breeze, capable of turning stiff muscles into shaved ice."

Yuri's temple veins throbbed.

Although I've never read any Chinese martial arts films, these names don't sound like they're about healing or saving lives.

"Um, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs suddenly called me. There's an occasion where they need me to act as an interpreter, so I have to go now."

Yuri dashed towards the gate without even changing his shoes. If he had known that Xia Chuan would come back, he should have run away before his sister returned.

No, it's not too late to run!

"The Ministry of Foreign Affairs has so many translators, they certainly don't need another one like you!"

In the blink of an eye, Joel appeared behind Yuri and lifted his younger brother up with one hand.

Yuri's face changed drastically. He struggled frantically, using his hands and feet, but to no avail. Against his sister, his strength was utterly insignificant.
ten minutes later.

A section of the living room was left empty, with the dining table placed in the middle. Yuri lay on the table like a pig waiting to be slaughtered, while Xia Chuan held his hands out in front of him. Joel, like a nurse in an operating room, carefully disinfected Xia Chuan's palms with cotton swabs.

"Okay."

Xia Chuan nodded and dismissed Yoer, walking around the dining table as he spoke: "The main purpose of cupping is to draw out stagnant blood and dampness from the body, and it can also relieve fatigue."

After saying that, Xia Chuan paused, picked up the glass jar on the table, and ran his finger across the lit alcohol lamp.

Instantly, a ball of blue flame appeared in his hand.

The blue flames turned orange-yellow in the blink of an eye, and then the flaming fingers spun inside the glass jar until the glass became slightly hot.

"coming!"

Xia Chuan raised his hand and twirled the jar, fiddling with it like a bartender, which terrified Yuri.

I thought to myself, is this really professional cupping? It's more like a cocktail!
"Look down, don't look!"

Xia Chuan forcefully pressed Yuri's head onto the table, and then slammed the glass jar against his back.

“bo~”

"Ooh-ooh~"

Yuri let out a comfortable groan, then cold sweat began to appear on his forehead.

It felt nice the moment it was applied, but the burning sensation that followed was quite unpleasant.

Then, Xia Chuan repeated this process ten or so times until Yuri's back was covered with glass jars.

The glass jars were neatly stacked, and through them, you could see the skin slowly turning red and then purple.

"Si Guoyi!"

Joel watched in astonishment.

Regardless of the effectiveness of cupping, Xia Chuan's movements look very professional.

"Sigh~"

For a moment, Yuri suddenly bared his teeth, feeling a sharp pain in his back, as if the wound Louis had made with his knife had reopened.

"Damn it, did you pull on my wound?"

Yuri craned his neck to check the situation, but his neck couldn't turn 180 degrees at all, and his hands and feet were handcuffed, leaving him completely immobile.

"It really is."

Xia Chuan frowned and glanced at it twice. "It's not a big problem. We can just remove the blood clots."

"But the wound is almost healed, there's no bruising at all!"

"Are you the doctor or am I the doctor?"

The probing question left Yuri stunned and speechless. After a few seconds, he remembered something and said, "You're not a doctor! Do you even have a license?"

“Look, Yuri’s excited state right now is exactly how cupping works.” Xia Chuan turned around and chatted with Joel: “From the perspective of human function, cupping can promote blood circulation, thereby increasing blood supply to the brain, and adrenaline will also surge.” “Look at the color of the skin inside the glass jar, it’s purplish to black. Normal cupping will show a reddish-purple color. This color is not right, we need to cup it for a longer time.”

Joel flicked his finger on the glass jar: "Indeed, it looks like it's working well."

"Did you hear me?!"

Yuri's face contorted; he was convinced he'd been tricked!

It felt a little good, but the pain kept getting worse, as if a swarm of giant mosquitoes were sucking his blood from his back.

“bo~”

"The thighs and calves should not be overlooked either."

Soon, at least thirty glass jars were pressed into Yuri's head and below. If he weren't so small, there probably would have been even more.

"Isn't this a bit too much?"

Joel felt that if he kept pulling, his little brother would turn into a purple sweet potato.

"Pretty much. He has too much blood stasis in his body. Only this can have a full-body effect. Endure for a while and everything will be fine. One cupping session will make him feel great all over!"

After about ten minutes, Xia Chuan looked down to check the situation, nodded with satisfaction as if he had cooked a dish to perfection, and then removed all the glass jars.

"Whoosh~whoosh~whoosh—"

The bath towel on the dining table was completely soaked with sweat. Yuri took a deep breath, and a feeling of relief, like a drowning person grabbing onto the only plank of wood on the water, welled up in his heart.

"It's finally over—"

"What nonsense are you talking about? This is just the beginning!"

Xia Chuan sneered inwardly. If he let Yuri go so easily, he would never learn his lesson. This treatment was far from over; it had only just begun.

I just had food poisoning and almost died. Now I have to make sure Yuri is half alive!
"I'm sobbing."

The towel was accurately stuffed into Yuri's mouth, immediately silencing him.

"It might hurt a little next, and we're gagging you so as not to disturb the neighbors. Try to relax and understand your brother-in-law; it's all for your own good."

"For my own good? Damn you, Xia Chuan, your hypocritical face is too obvious!"

Yuri cursed wildly in his mind, while in his eyes, Xia Chuan's mouth was stretched to his ears, revealing large patches of gum, sharp teeth, and bloodshot eyes, like the Slit-Mouthed Man from urban legends.

Hell is empty and the devil is on earth!
This is revenge, this is blatant revenge! Sister, you must see his true colors!

"Look how excited he is."

Xia Chuan chuckled, smeared the medicinal wine all over his hands, and then sprinkled a lot more on Yuri's back.

The strong smell of medicinal wine spread and filled the entire room.

Joel took just a light sniff, and his cheeks instantly turned red.

Xia Chuan realized something was wrong and quickly found a mask to put on Joel, preventing a tragedy from happening.

"I feel a little dizzy, I'm going to take a shower first," Joel said, raising her eyebrows slightly and leaving with a pat on her forehead.

"woooooo"

Tears welled in Yuri's eyes, and she cried out in her heart, "Sister, you can't leave! If you leave, who knows what Xia Chuan will do to me!"
Help me, help me!
The inner cry could not be expressed through his eyes and actions. Joel didn't even glance at Yuri, and walked unsteadily toward the bedroom.

She's feeling a bit dizzy and needs to take a shower right away to clear her head.

"The concentration of the medicinal wine was indeed a bit high. Luckily, I reacted quickly, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to play."

Xia Chuan muttered to himself, rubbing his hands, which were covered in medicinal wine, together vigorously until his palms warmed up, before slapping them onto Yuri's back.

Instantly, two bright red handprints appeared. Yuri felt no heat at all; the alcohol made his back feel cold. He only felt that the two slaps seemed to disperse the pent-up emotions in his chest.

That’s outrageous…

(End of this chapter)