Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

In the end, with everyone's compromise, Yun Xianhe was allowed to go through the discharge procedures.

Zhu Fujingguang walked out with the inspection report with an expressionless face, feeling very confused.

Through Yun Xianhe's various behaviors just now, he was almost certain that the other party had PTSD about the "hospital", and it was very serious.

If we can find a way to relieve the other party's overreaction to the hospital,

Who knows... At least they can give the other party a thorough physical examination by then.

Thinking of this, Zhu Fu Jingguang began to consider whether he should invite a psychologist to his home to see him after he returned.

Yun Xianhe, who had no idea that he had been arranged, fell into a dilemma.

Although I was able to be discharged from the hospital as I wished, problems also followed.

First of all, he needs to find a way to stop himself from crying.

Probably the blessing of the location.

Whenever he thought of himself in the hospital, as long as the scene of 'The Sun is Imprisoned' appeared in his mind, he couldn't stop wanting to cry.

The brave man who killed his way through the entire hospital with an expressionless face is now holding a tissue in his hand.

Next to him was a little detective with a serious look on his face who kept handing him tissues.

Yun Xianhe, whose eyes were already hurting from wiping them with tissues, couldn't help but wonder if this disease was the sun's evil taste.

Because he didn't cry that year, the other party is angry?

He remembered that a long time ago, the sun once said that he wanted to see what he looked like when he cried.

Come to think of it, I never cried in front of them.

I don’t know how they would react if they were really seen.

A lot of random thoughts.

After recalling the strange events that I encountered in my career as a brave warrior and using up half a tissue,

Yun Xianhe finally stopped crying.

It’s not easy, it’s so hard! My eyes hurt!

How did the sun survive this disease? It's so painful to have uncontrollable tears!

No, I can’t think about it any more. If I think about it any further I’ll cry again.

Seeing that he seemed to have calmed down, Conan and Jinpei Matsuda breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Matsuda lowered his eyes and looked at Yun Xianhe who seemed to be in a daze, and complained in his heart:

This child can really cry...

Conan, who knew some inside information, thought more.

He always felt that letting Yun Xianhe cry like this in the hospital should be a good thing?

After all, crying is a way to release emotions.

Based on Yun Xianhe's usual behavior, he could even guess that Yun Xianhe should not have cried when the other party's friend passed away.

In addition, some scenes may have been faced directly, which led to major psychological stimulation...

No, I have to talk to Mr. Midorikawa and the others after I get out. It would be best if we can find a solution.

After all, no matter what, it is not good for a person's physical and mental health if he suffers from such a disease for a long time.

What's more, the other party behaves so normally on weekdays...

Thinking of this, Conan looked up at Yun Xianhe with mixed feelings.

Yun Xianhe, not knowing that they had started to imagine things again, thought about his confused brain.

The primary issue has been successfully resolved.

Secondly, the biggest and most troublesome thing was that he couldn't stand up.

Okay, here comes the question.

How can I leave the hospital as if nothing happened without being discovered by these people?

Or,

If I were discovered, how would I explain that I suddenly developed myasthenia gravis, or that it was only temporary?

…It’s all Xiao Tiandao’s fault! What kind of sickness is this?

A normal person can, wait a minute, did he hit his head last night?

Plus a night of high fever...

"Let's go, I've already done it."

The ward door opens.

Looking at Zhu Fu Jingguang pushing a wheelchair in, Yun Xianhe felt like he saw an angel.

Ah——thank you, Jingguang-mama.

Now he doesn't have to find excuses that sound reasonable but a little scary.

No, I'm so moved that I suddenly want to cry.

Yun Xianhe sniffed and looked at the person pushing the wheelchair towards him with a slightly silly smile.

"How did Mr. Guang know that I was tired?"

"...You just woke up not long ago, and you might still be feeling dizzy or something like that. So I pushed a wheelchair over here."

For some reason, Zhu Fu Jingguang always felt that this wheelchair could come in handy.

Yun Xianhe, lying on the hospital bed, was filled with emotion.

Look, look! In terms of thoughtfulness, Mr. Guang is the best.

You can't provide the humanistic care background of the auxiliary system.

"I'll go down first and drive you back directly later."

After saying this, Jinpei Matsuda waved to the two of them and left.

"Dizzy?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang reached out to help Yun Xianhe, who seemed a little unsteady, sit on the wheelchair, and frowned slightly.

Seeing that the other party did not answer, he opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to persuade him.

Yun Xianhe waved his hand:

"It's okay, it's probably because I just woke up, just go back and rest for a while."

Please leave here quickly.

If he stayed any longer, he was afraid that he might do something that would end badly.

Seeing this, Zhu Fu Jingguang stopped trying to persuade him.

Conan took a thin blanket and covered Yun Xianhe's knees to prevent him from catching a cold.

"After we go back this time, Brother Xianhe, you have to have a good rest."

"Good good."

In this way, Yun Xianhe took advantage of the situation and got into a wheelchair.

Since he hadn't brought anything with him when he was sent here, there was nothing worth packing.

Sitting in a wheelchair is quite a novel thing for the brave.

Although he had played the role of a disabled but strong-willed villain in the mission world he had traveled to before.

But often at the beginning, he would try to regain his ability to move as quickly as possible.

So now this feeling of not being able to control himself and being forced to sit in a wheelchair is still quite new to him.

But it's not a big problem,

Anyway, this disease can be relieved by rest. At worst, I can just sleep a few more days after I go back.

Yun Xianhe was excited at first that he was finally leaving the hospital.

When Zhu Fujingguang pushed him out of the ward, the expression on his face froze for a moment.

...From the time he woke up in the hospital to the time he escaped, he had never walked into a crowded place.

From the ward to the elevator, you need to go through a long corridor.

During this time, you can see patients, doctors and nurses walking back and forth in groups of three or four.

Yun Xianhe's hands, which were originally resting on the blanket, clenched involuntarily.

As he got closer to the crowd, he subconsciously lowered his eyes and held his breath.

It's okay, it's okay. I'll be gone in a moment.

I could hear the sound of a wheelchair rolling across the floor.

Mixed with the creaking of carts, the crisp sound of medicines colliding, and faint voices...

The real world and the fantasy world are intertwined.

The sunlight poured in through the windows in the corridor, and the bright golden color looked like the holy light in a fairy tale.

The pale space a second ago,

The next second it transformed into a corridor with spirit-restoring flowers and plants growing in the cracks between the bricks.

The smell of disinfectant in the air was replaced by the smell of herbs, and the smell of blood was even more dispensable.

The tender green branches of the plants look vibrant against the backdrop of the white marble tiles...and are particularly eye-catching.

Members of the adventure team walked through the corridor in groups of three or four.

They talked recklessly and did not notice that the small reconnaissance machine in the pile of sundries in the corner had been turned on.

"The flu has been really bad lately..."

[“The medical level of this hospital is really good.”]

"I don't believe it, doctor. There is still hope, right? There is still hope for me, right?"

[“I heard that there are healers who are willing to sacrifice their souls for blessing. Of course that’s good.”]

"Please be flexible. I'm almost getting enough money for the surgery..."

[“That kind of talk is just to fool outsiders. With this level of recovery ability, he must be one of the best healers, and no one has died.”]

"That old man still refuses to tell me where the property certificate is? Tsk."

[“Tsk, why bother with so much? Just recover quickly.”]

"I'm sorry, baby. Mom and Dad, I'll take you home now..."

[“Hahahaha, that’s true. I didn’t expect that the best hospital is run by a magician.”]

"Someone come quickly! The patient in room seven has fainted!"

[“What’s so strange about this? After all, this forbidden spell is——”]

[“——Sizzle——”]

There was laughter from the crowd through the monitor.

The doctors are kind, the nurses are gentle, and even the patients are reasonable.

The hospital became packed with patients in just one month.

His bright and beautiful appearance shows his prosperity, but in fact his body has long been rotten.

Those who seek survival,

They don't know or care who died here.

I don't care what the people behind the scenes did.

They only know that they can be saved by coming here.

I just know that this is a good place for patients.

Hmm? Are you going to blame the mastermind?

'I just want to survive'

As they said this, they drew their swords towards the brave man who was trying to kill their dean.

Hundreds of years after the Age of Heroes,

In this era that has long been free from the shadow of the Demon King,

The hero with the title of 'hero' is just an adventurer who is more experienced than other teams and enjoys a few privileges.

The believers turned their backs on their gods.

Looking at those children who were throwing stones at me, and those people who were angry and said they wanted to burn me to death.

The smile on the hero's face completely disappeared, and his heterochromatic eyes became empty and dead.

He took off his glasses, half lowered his eyes, and took out the giant sword that had not been stained with human blood for a long time.

In that case, let him give them a ride.

Don't want to die? Neither does the sun.

...divine punishment? Talk to him about this?

Hahahaha…so ridiculous.

Cry and run away.

The longer he has cried, the more pain and anger you will have to endure!