Kexue Magician

Chapter 273 This Is Not a Terminal Illness

"Dad, is there really such a disease?"

Sanshangling blinked her big eyes and asked her village head father for a question.

Where does Takeo Mikami know about different hand syndrome? He has never heard of it before. As the village head, he knows that he doesn't need to say anything if he doesn't understand, but he can't talk nonsense, so he looked at Kogoro Mori and Feng Chu, and asked: "Mr. Mori , Mr. Fengchu, what do you think?"

Ah, this has touched my blind spot of knowledge!
Mori Kogoro, who was searching for nothing, raised his brows and then sank, then touched his chin, smiled at the first sight of the wind and said nothing, and immediately took it to heart, he pretended to have a knowing expression, and said lightly: "This is too simple gone."

"Feng Chu, tell me, I, Mori Kogoro, as a senior, should give young people more opportunities to express themselves."

When Feng Chu heard this, he raised his eyebrows. In terms of thick skin, he really couldn't compare to Uncle Mao Li.

"About this hand syndrome, I actually don't know much about it. I don't want to be ridiculous when I say it. Besides, as a junior, I also want to listen to Uncle Mao Li's teachings, so it's up to you, Uncle Mao Li, to explain. We are all ears."

Feng Chu replied with a smile.

Mouri Kogoro's smile froze for a moment when the trick didn't work, and then he gave Feng Chu a look, and said hastily: "You are too modest, how about this, you first tell what you know, and I will add it later depending on the situation."

Seeing this, Mao Lilan and Conan immediately understood who really understood and who really didn't understand.

Feng Chu said slowly: "Alien hand syndrome, or alien hand, was first recorded in 1972. So far, there are only dozens of cases in the world. The cause of the disease includes damage to the corpus callosum that connects the left and right brains. Brain surgery, infectious disease, etc."

"Speaking of which, I have to mention that in daily life, no matter how angry parents are, they must never hit their children on the head."

"Because the organization in the brain is complex and the nerves are fragile, it dominates our thoughts, language and actions..."

Feng Chuyu said earnestly, and gave Conan a sympathetic look.

o((⊙﹏⊙))o!Could it be that Conan has a different hand syndrome because he was beaten on the head many times by his father?

After all, some diseases have no obvious symptoms at the beginning, and everything seems to be normal. When the symptoms appear, the disease has entered the advanced stage!Just like cancer, if it is not detected and treated in time in the early stage, it cannot be cured at all in the late stage, and it can only wait for death.

Mao Lilan opened her small mouth and looked at Conan with pity.

Ah?I was just talking nonsense and trying to get away with it, could it be possible that my words became a prophecy?
Sensing Uncle Maori's guilt and Xiaolan's love and regret, Conan couldn't help but look down at his right hand, and murmured, "No way, do I really suffer from alien hand syndrome?"

The next moment, Conan suddenly remembered the stick that Gin gave him in Dorobiga Paradise, and couldn't help being furious: You are responsible for the damn winery!
Instead of believing that it was Mori Kogoro Tekken's fault, Conan would rather believe that it was Gin's fault.

"Conan, don't worry!"

"When we get back to Tokyo, we'll go to Mihua General Hospital to see a doctor immediately. No matter what, we won't abandon you and despise you. Sister Xiaolan promises to you that we will definitely find a way to cure you!"

The kind and innocent Mao Lilan showed great maternal instinct, and gently embraced Conan in her arms.

"I won't dislike you either, Conan!" Conan was embraced by the elder sister in front, and Mishangsuzu hugged Conan's back, with an extremely firm tone.

For a moment the air became sad.

"Cough, cough, cough! Conan is too pitiful, at such a young age..."

"Mr. Maori, please do your best to find out where the Dragon God sank. After all, such a rare disease must cost a lot of money. After I find the gold nugget, I want to take it out of the money that belongs to me. Donating part of it to Conan is considered a kindness.”

Mikami Takeo first expressed his distress and sympathy, and then urged the famous detective to roll up his sleeves and work harder.

Mori Kogoro nodded heavily, he is not a heartless person.

"Uncle, sister Xiaolan, I think this is just an accident, don't worry too much."

"Also, even if you suffer from alien hand disease, at most, your daily activities will be partially limited. Breaking a bowl or plate will not seriously affect your studies and social interactions. At the same time, it is not a terminal illness such as cancer, and you will not die."

After Conan regained his composure, he comforted him.

Mao Lilan gently touched Conan's head, feeling more and more that Conan was understanding.

Little Lolita Sanshangling held Conan's hand with both hands, looked at him tenderly, and stopped thinking about what happened before.

"Looking at it this way, it doesn't seem to be very serious. Isn't this some kind of hand syndrome..."

Mori Kogoro poured a glass of wine and drank it down, suppressing his shock.

Judging from the situation just now, Conan's behavior is gentle, not aggressive and dangerous. In the end, he won the sympathy and love of Xiaolan and Mishangling in one fell swoop, which is very suspicious of pretending to be sick!

Could it be, could it be that this kid is actually a master of love?
Kogoro Mori's eyes became sharper as he thought about it more and more. He knew there was a disease called Munchausen Syndrome. Patients lacked care since they were young. They would fake their illness in order to get the care of others. In severe cases, they would even commit suicide.

Hiss, this kid is so young, does he really have such a scheming mind?

Thinking of this, Mori Kogoro couldn't help but take a deep breath, and decided to observe Conan's behavior carefully in order to make a correct judgment.

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At three o'clock in the afternoon, the meeting hall of the village hall.

On the wall of the podium, a banner with black characters on a white background was hung high, which read: Mr. Mori Kogoro, a famous detective, will give a speech.

On the seat in the front row of the audience, the village head, Takeo Mikami, turned his head to the right, looked at the indifferent Feng Chu, and asked again: "After Mr. Mao Li's speech, does Mr. Feng Chu really not want to speak on stage?"

"You became a famous detective just after graduating. It can be said that your debut is the pinnacle. Many young men and women want to hear your secret to becoming a famous detective. After all, Mr. Mori is from the previous generation. There is a generation gap with the young people now, and there are not so many common topics. "

Feng Chu shook his head slightly, and said, "No, it's just a coincidence that I became a famous detective."

Mikami Takeo looked behind him. The hall was full of tourists and local villagers. It is conceivable how popular famous detectives are. If two famous detectives give speeches, the newspapers can boast up.

In this way, more tourists will be attracted to Shikishima for sightseeing.

It's a pity that things backfired, and Mikami Takeo could only sigh quietly in his heart.

It didn't take long.

"Dear folks, elders, and tourists, I am Kinoshita Goro, assistant of the Shikishima Village Office. Today we are honored to invite the famous detective—Sleeping Kogoro. Now, let us welcome Mr. Mori Kogoro with warm applause!"

After Kinoshita Goro finished speaking, the audience applauded thunderously.

(End of this chapter)