Model worker and his little darling

"Are you the parent of those little devils? You've found them, very good. You can all rest in peace in this cave now."

Upon hearing this, Ping Qing's face darkened instantly. He wanted to see who would choose to sleep in this cave today.

Glancing at the three little ones who had walked to the cave entrance, I saw Conan lying on Genta's back, his life hanging in the balance.

Tsk, that's really pathetic.

"You guys, just stay hidden."

Seeing that Ping Qing wasn't afraid at all, the man who had spoken earlier became furious. "It seems you haven't figured out the situation yet. None of you will survive today."

Pingqing rolled his eyes. Didn't he know what it meant for villains to die from talking too much? If you're going to fight, just fight. Why say so much?

He flashed in front of the two men and struck the man's hand with a stick. The man screamed and the gun in his hand fell to the ground instantly.

Another person was about to shoot Pingqing when Pingqing swung his stick and stabbed the man in the face, causing his gun to hit a rock.

After knocking the three unconscious with a stick, he dragged them together before going to check on the detective team.

He really wanted to kill them, but the police were coming soon, which would be troublesome.

Seeing Pingqing walk in, the three little ones breathed a sigh of relief. "Brother Pingqing, have you taken care of the bad guys?"

"Yes, they've all fainted. What happened to you?"

Mitsuhiko pointed at Conan on Genta's back and said anxiously, "Taikiyo-nii, Conan is injured. We need to get him to the hospital quickly."

After taking Conan off Genta's back and examining him, Hirai clicked his tongue. "This spot...did he hit his kidney?"

Now, Conan is really in trouble, and he might ruin Ran's lifelong happiness.

Hmm, how about he helps Conan out and just disables him?

Seeing the three little ones crying, Pingqing comforted them, "Don't worry, Conan will be fine. Come on, I'll take you out."

After saying that, he carried Conan and walked at the front. Just as they reached the exit, they saw Inspector Megure arrive, and Professor Agasa and Ai Haibara were also waiting anxiously on the side.

"Inspector Megure, Conan has been shot and is bleeding heavily and unconscious. He needs to go to the hospital immediately. I've already subdued the people chasing them; they're inside."

Seeing Conan's pale face, Inspector Megure knew the situation was urgent. "Takagi, you take Hirai and the others to the hospital first. I'll go arrest the criminal."

——Mihana Hospital——

"What? You need surgery? Isn't that just a minor injury?"

Uncle Mori was extremely shocked. He was at home watching Yoko Okino's TV series when he received a call from Hirakiyo. Conan was injured and his fate was unknown.

"Uncle, Conan has been shot. He was shot in the left side of his abdomen. It was a penetrating wound, and it's very likely that his kidneys were damaged. Although the bullet didn't stay in his body, he's bleeding heavily, and the doctor said his condition is very dangerous."

Conan used to use the toilet as an excuse, but now he really needs to run to the toilet.

As they were talking, Ran anxiously followed the cart over, saying, "Conan, hang in there, just bear with it a little longer."

Just as they were about to enter the operating room, a nurse said anxiously, "Doctor, something bad has happened. The patient just now used up the reserve blood with the same blood type as this boy during the surgery, and the blood bank doesn't have any blood of the same type right now."

Upon hearing this, Pingqing looked at Conan, who was lying unconscious on the bed. He was anemic and had kidney deficiency. How pitiful, so pitiful.

Oh no, I almost laughed, then turned my head away and coughed lightly.

"Doctor, please use my blood. I have the same blood type as this child."

Hearing Ran's straightforward decision and unwavering tone, everyone was shocked, and Haibara's expression also changed subtly.

As Conan was wheeled into the operating room, Ai Haibara walked to Hirai's side and whispered, "She confirmed Kudo's identity."

"Ah."

“She can’t know, it’s too dangerous, and innocent people can’t be involved.”

Pingqing leaned against the wall, looking down at Haibara. Had she become naive after being outside for so long? Did Haibara not know that after living together for so long, whether she knew or not, the outcome would be the same: death.

"Let's talk to Conan when he wakes up and see what he thinks."

Haibara sighed, "This is the only way now."

Seeing the words "Operation in Progress," Ping Qing felt a pang of regret. Why hadn't he thought to shoot Conan in the kidneys last time?

However, the protagonist is different; he's tough enough to survive three shots, yet he still has plenty of energy to cause trouble.

The surgery went very smoothly thanks to the use of Ouhuanglan's blood.

When Conan regained consciousness, he saw Ran kneeling by his hospital bed.

Just then, Uncle Mori walked in from outside, yawning. "You really have to thank Ran this time. Not only did she donate 400cc of blood to you, but she also took care of you at the hospital all night last night."

"You brat, you're lucky to be alive. If Pingqing hadn't saved you and Xiaolan hadn't given you a blood transfusion, you would have been reporting to the King of Hell long ago."

After saying that, Uncle Mori glared at Conan with displeasure. He knew Conan was just causing trouble, and he really wanted to pack him up and throw him out. Then, seeing that Ran was sleeping soundly, he quickly put his coat, which was about to slip off, over her shoulders.

Heiji carried the things and brought Ai Haibara to the hospital.

Seeing that Xiaolan was still covered with Uncle Mori's clothes, one could tell that Xiaolan had kept watch all night.

"Uncle, you should take Xiaolan home to rest first. I can handle things here."

Suddenly, Ran sat up straight and saw that Conan was awake on the bed. She quickly reached out and touched Conan's forehead. "Great! Conan, you're awake. Are you feeling unwell anywhere?"

Seeing Ran's anxious look, Conan quickly replied, "Ran-neechan, I'm much better now, and it doesn't hurt anymore. Why don't you go home and rest with Uncle? Don't you have class tomorrow?"

Ran was about to refuse when she saw Hirai and Ai Haibara there. After taking the porridge from Hirai and feeding Conan herself, Ran went home.

Seeing that the person had already left, Heikiri pulled up a stool and sat by the wall, gesturing for Haibara to speak.

Haibara casually recounted Ran's behavior that evening, as well as the things she had said.

After listening, Conan fell into deep thought.

This was definitely not a coincidence, Xiaolan was absolutely certain of it; she knew his blood type and his identity very well.

"Shinichi Kudo, you great detective, what are you going to do now?"

Conan shook his head, then looked at Hirai, whose words kept replaying in his mind.

He's been thinking about it for days, but he still doesn't know what to do.

He left Ran, gave up investigating the Black Organization, and went to live with his parents in America...

But this is not what he wanted, and he was very unwilling to accept it.

But Pingqing is right. If the Black Organization finds out about his existence, it will harm the people around him.

Seeing Conan staring at him, Hirakiri hugged his arms tightly; that gaze was too strange.

"Conan, why are you looking at me like that?"