It's reasonable to have more than 100 million vests in the world of science, right?

Qianzhu picked up the phone, took a look, and pressed the answer button, "Hello?"

"Ah, Mr. Jingmu, I'm sorry to bother you so late. I'm Tanaka Ginsuke who contacted you a few days ago. For some reason, Ms. Yuno's concert has been moved up, so could you please write the song for me tomorrow? This is our problem, so we will increase the original amount of remuneration by 500,000."

"No problem. Please come to xx Cafe at 5pm tomorrow to pick up the music score."

"Okay, okay, thank you for your help!"

Qianzhu hung up the phone and couldn't help but sigh.

"Eh?" Conan, who was immersed in a brainstorm, turned his head and looked over, "What's wrong, Chitake-kun?"

"It's okay." Qianzhu shook his head, paused and looked at Conan, "Conan, can I ask you a favor?"

"what's up?"

"Could you please go to my house and get the musical score for me? I have a piece of music to hand in tomorrow." Chitake tilted her head and looked at Conan with a faint smile.

"Eh?" Conan was stunned for a moment and then nodded, "Okay, I'll go get it now."

"Thank you."

Watching Conan walk out of the ward, Qianzhu picked up another cell phone.

[Where are you? —GIN]

[At the Mika General Hospital, Oh Qin-chan~ —Bertrand]

[Are you injured? —GIN]

[No, Qin-chan is concerned about me~ —Bertrand]

[Stop talking nonsense. Since you are there, just get rid of this person. - GIN]

[Ah, Qin-chan is using me as a tool again? —Bertrand]

The other party has read it but not replied.

He took a look at the target information that Gin threw over.

Hiroshima Shoichi.

Qianzhu supported his chin with one hand and tilted his head to think for a while.

I haven't heard of him. It seems he is not a character that appears in the plot.

……

Click.

The sound of the door opening sounded.

Conan pushed the door open and walked in, followed by Mao Lilan.

Taking the musical score handed over by Conan, Qianzhu smiled and thanked him.

"Don't work too hard, Qianzhu. This is freshly cooked soup. I thought you probably haven't eaten anything, so I brought some over."

Xiaolan placed the board horizontally on the armrest of the ward, put the incubator on it and opened the lid.

"Thank you, Xiaolan." Qianzhu couldn't help but smile with his eyes curved.

"You're welcome. After all, Qianzhu always takes care of us." Xiaolan smiled gently.

Conan on the side:?

Qianzhu drank the soup and couldn't help but glance at him, suppressing the curve that wanted to rise at the corner of her mouth.

The King of Vinegar in East Asia is indeed worthy of its reputation.

I'm jealous of everyone.

He sighed silently in his heart.

"what--!!"

A sharp, terrified cry suddenly rang out.

The summoned Death Elementary School Student turned around and ran towards the source of the sound.

"Conan!" Mao Lilan stretched out her hand and looked at the elementary school student who ran away, with a helpless look on her face, "This kid..."

"I'll go over and take a look. I'm afraid something might happen."

Mao Lilan pointed at the door and turned to look at Chitake with an apologetic look.

"Well, let's go."

Looking at the closed door, Qianzhu tapped the insulated box with a spoon, his head slightly lowered, his cheeks covered by his short black hair, and his pale lips curved into a faint smile.

Conan ran downstairs and saw a woman dressed as a nurse sitting in the corridor, pointing at the ward with trembling fingers, her face full of fear.

He immediately ran over and asked, "What happened?"

"That...there..."

Conan looked into the ward and his eyes instantly lost their color.

"What happened Conan?"

Ran Mouri rushed over and ran to Conan's side. She looked into the ward and then the second scream rang out.