I, the Buddhist who raises leopards in the Conan world

Conan, who was standing in the corner, had his glasses suddenly slide down to the tip of his nose. He pushed the frames silently and sighed in his heart: Here it comes again... The exaggerated behavior of this young lady Sonoko is like a morning drama... Dr. Agasa wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, and his round face was full of helplessness.

Ai Haibara leaned quietly against the window, her sharp eyes scanning the officials back and forth, with a faint sneer at the corner of her mouth.

Kogoro Mouri quietly moved to the side of Inspector Megure and asked in a low voice: "Hey, Megure, what's going on? Why even the people from the Ministry of the Environment have been alarmed?" Inspector Megure also responded in a low voice: "There's nothing we can do. After all, it involves a case of large animals injuring people..." He glanced at Lightning who was lying quietly on the bed, "Although it's understandable, but procedurally..." Lightning seemed to realize that the topic revolved around him. His ice-blue pupils shrank slightly, and his ears twitched slightly.

This subtle movement made Section Chief Aoyama unconsciously take half a step back.

"Cough!" Secretary Zhou Ming coughed lightly, his eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses as calm as water.

He took half a step forward, and this delicate position just separated Shen Yuan from the Japanese officials.

"First of all, I would like to thank the Japanese side for their attention to this case!" His Japanese was so standard that it sounded like a news report. "Regarding the legitimate self-defense behavior of our overseas student Shen Yuan, I believe the police have already reached a conclusion!" Officer Ito nodded slightly: "Of course.

The police have confirmed that the three gangsters were bank robbers and Mr. Shen's actions were entirely self-defense.

It’s just a matter of procedure…”

"Procedurally," Secretary Zhou Ming interrupted with a smile, pulling out a gold-stamped document from his briefcase. "This is Lightning—the cheetah—'s complete training record and international certification documents issued by my country's Ministry of Agriculture and Rural Affairs!" He tapped the national emblem on the cover of the document with his fingertips. "This also includes his record as a therapist at the Wildlife Conservation Center. He's usually very docile!" Section Chief Qingshan pushed his glasses up in surprise. "Therapist?" "Yes."

Secretary Zhou Ming calmly flipped open the file, revealing a photo of Lightning wearing a special muzzle and interacting with an autistic child. "He's had three years of professional training. This time, it was the criminals' violent behavior that triggered his protective instinct!" He turned to Inspector Megure, "Just like police dogs will react to danger when an officer is in danger, right?" Inspector Megure wiped his sweat. "Theoretically, it's true..."

"As for the re-evaluation..." Secretary Zhou Ming suddenly switched to Chinese, speaking slowly but with every word carrying weight. "Student Shen is a key talent in our country. If you insist on conducting a second review of the certified assistance animals, we will have to re-evaluate the safety of international students in Japan!" Officer Ito's face changed.

He glanced at Shen Yuan, who lay silent on the hospital bed—the young man's pale face and bandaged body formed a very impactful picture—and then caught a glimpse of his own reflection in the lightning-blue pupils in the corner.

"Secretary Zhou, you're too kind!" Officer Ito suddenly bowed ninety degrees. "We will complete the necessary procedures as soon as possible and will not affect Mr. Shen's recovery!" Section Chief Aoyama hurriedly closed the folder: "Since, since there is complete international certification, we... can simplify the process..." The sunlight outside the window suddenly penetrated the clouds, dyeing the white sheets on the hospital bed golden.

Amuro Toru had already brewed the tea without him noticing, and he gently placed the steaming cup on the bedside table, with the porcelain and glass making a crisp sound when they collided.

"Please have some tea!" His purple-gray eyes curved into crescents, but it was difficult to tell his true emotions. "The patient who just woke up needs to replenish water!" This well-timed interruption broke the delicate deadlock.

Officer Ito's gaze flickered between Secretary Zhou Ming's calm face and Shen Yuan's gentle smile. He finally bowed slightly, "Of course, considering the special circumstances, we'll expedite the process!" His fingers unconsciously stroked the edge of his briefcase, and his tone became cautious. "Just a simple written explanation is all you need!"

"Then..." Inspector Megure breathed a sigh of relief, "We'll take our leave now.

Mr. Shen, please have a good rest!" He turned around almost impatiently, his expression under the police hat obviously relaxed a lot.

Before leaving, Secretary Zhou Ming said to Shen Yuan, "Student Shen, the motherland will always be your strong backing. If you have any problems in the future, you are welcome to come to the embassy. We will protect your legal rights and interests in Japan!" Shen Yuan nodded, "Secretary Zhou, thank you for taking the time to come here for my matter. I naturally believe in the motherland. I will trouble you to take care of me in the future!" Shen Yuan and Zhou Ming looked at each other, and their eyes seemed to have tacitly confirmed the information that the other party had not finished saying. They nodded at the same time and said goodbye.

When the footsteps of the officials disappeared at the end of the corridor, Yuanzi suddenly collapsed in the chair like a deflated ball: "I'm so tired! I almost called my legal team just now!" She exaggeratedly fanned herself with her hands, and a few strands of her short brown hair stood up messily, "What are these bureaucrats? It's obviously Brother Shen Yuan who is the victim..." Xiaolan couldn't help laughing and reached out to tidy up her friend's hair: "It's obviously Mr. Zhou who is talking..." Lightning relaxed at this time, and his huge head rested lightly on Shen Yuan's uninjured thigh.

The ice-blue eyes blinked slowly, as if to say: We don't have to separate.

Chapter 70 Ward Greetings 3

Because Shen Yuan had stitches on his abdominal wound and a wound on his shoulder blade, he couldn't chew or digest hard food, so he could only enjoy the steak that Yuanzi had brought for a while. However, the housekeeper of the garden knew that they were visiting their young lady's friend, so he thoughtfully prepared a hospital meal - a bowl of porridge and freshly squeezed fruit and vegetable juice.

Shen Yuan reluctantly drank a few mouthfuls of porridge and put down the spoon.

His face was still pale from exhaustion from the excessive blood loss.

Xiaolan noticed Shen Yuan's tiredness and gently tugged at Yuanzi's sleeve. "Mr. Shen, you need to rest. We should go!" She turned to the bed and said gently, "Mr. Shen, Yuanzi and I still have to prepare for the school festival rehearsal. We'll see you next time!" Yuanzi suddenly clasped her hands together under her chin, her eyes shining shut, as if praying for some beautiful scene. "Oh, right! Our school's school festival starts next week!" She suddenly opened her eyes and danced excitedly. "Brother Shen Yuan should be able to get out of bed by then, right? You must come and see our class's performance! We're rehearsing 'The Black Knight,' and Xiaolan is going to play the princess!" Shen Yuan was stunned: School festival? Isn't that the plot in the original story where Vermouth pretends to be Dr. Arata, and there are multiple Kudo Shinichis at the same time? But Vodka clearly said that Vermouth is still lying in the organization's medical room... He asked with feigned curiosity, "Ms. Xiaolan is playing the princess? Then who will play the knight? Is your boyfriend back?" Conan froze in his place.

His eyes gradually shrank into two small black dots, and his cheeks turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye. "Knight...Princess...What does Xiaolan look like in a princess dress..." Conan's mind uncontrollably emerged the image of Xiaolan wearing a crown, a gorgeous dress and kissing the knight, making him start to feel hot all over.

"Hey, great detective!" Huiyuan Ai stood beside him without him knowing when, and said coldly in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "The little drama in your head is about to overflow from your glasses!" She glanced at Conan's red cheeks, and a mischievous arc appeared at the corner of her mouth. "Do you need me to call a doctor for you? Judging from your appearance, your temperature is probably over 40 degrees!"

"Nah, nag!" Conan snapped back to his senses and pushed his glasses up in panic, "I'm not thinking of anything weird!"

"Mr. Shen!" Xiaolan's face flushed red instantly, and her hands waved in panic, "Don't, don't listen to what Sonoko says! That mystery geek is not my boyfriend!" Sonoko put her hands on her hips and laughed her signature queen-like laugh, "Hahaha! So this time, I - Queen Sonoko - will play the knight!" She suddenly slumped her shoulders and sighed regretfully, "Actually, I originally wanted Dr. Arata to play the role. He's also very interested, but it's a pity that Xiaolan is too shy..."

"Doctor Shinde?" Shen Yuan frowned slightly, his tone just right with doubt, "Is he the school doctor of your school? Do class activities also require the participation of school doctors? Is this the school culture in Japan?" Xiaolan hurriedly explained: "No, Doctor Shinde is our friend.

His father was murdered before, and my father helped solve the case.

"He later came to our school as the school doctor, and we became familiar with each other!" Strange... Shen Yuan sensed a strange time jump. Not long ago, Vermouth was still seriously injured and hadn't recovered yet, and now she was pretending to be Dr. Shinde? And according to them, this "Dr. Shinde" has been in the school for a while... His eyes inadvertently swept over Amuro Toru standing by the window. The latter was gazing thoughtfully at the cherry trees outside the window, and there was no emotion in his purple-gray eyes.

"Well... I wish you a smooth rehearsal!" Shen Yuan smiled and changed the subject, "I'll definitely go visit when I get better!" Xiaolan and Sonoko waved goodbye, Conan followed behind, turned around when he reached the door, and waved to Shen Yuan: "Goodbye, Brother Shen, I'll see you tomorrow!" Dr. Agasa followed, "Then Mr. Shen, you have a good rest, Xiaoai and I will go back first!" Huibara Ai stood beside the doctor, her blue eyes under her short brown hair swept across the bed lightly: "Take care!" She paused, and added, "You are very important to your leopard!" Shen Yuan looked at Huibara's awkward look, and couldn't help but chuckled: "Thank you for your concern, I will pay attention!" Maori Kogoro adjusted his tie, looking hurried: "Shen boy, I have to go back to deal with the commission!" As the footsteps of the crowd gradually faded away, the ward finally quieted down.

Only Toru Amuro hadn't left yet, and the sunlight filtering through the blinds cast dappled shadows on him.

"Mr. Amuro, you should go and get busy too!" Shen Yuan adjusted his posture slightly, feeling a dull pain in the wound on his abdomen. "I'm fine here. Call the nurse if you need any help!" Amuro Toru looked at Shen Yuan with a gentle smile, his purple-gray eyes looking particularly bright in the sunlight: "Mr. Shen really needs a rest!" He paused and turned his gaze to Lightning who was lying quietly beside the bed. "Do you want me to bring food to Lightning in the evening?" Shen Yuan followed his gaze and saw Lightning resting his head on the edge of the bed, his ice-blue eyes staring at him without blinking, obviously determined to stay by his side.

He reached out and rubbed the cheetah's head, the soft fur passing through his fingers.

"Then I'll trouble you, Mr. Amuro!" Shen Yuan said softly.

Amuro Toru shook his head, his smile widening. "Mr. Shen, we're friends. There's no need to be so formal!" He picked up his coat draped over the back of the chair. "I'll also bring you some liquid food tonight. The vegetable soup that Polo has just developed should be perfect for you now!"

"Thank you!" Shen Yuan nodded and watched Amuro Toru walk towards the door.

"Have a good rest!" Toru Amuro looked back for the last time and closed the door gently.

With the door lock's light "click", Shen Yuan and Lightning were the only ones left in the ward.

Chapter 71 Encrypted Call

Shen Yuan was the only one left in the ward. He didn't rush to rest, but reached out to take the mobile phone from the bedside table and quickly entered a complex password on the screen with his fingertips.

The screen flashed a few times and jumped to a pure black interface, then Shen Yuan began to call Gin. After all, he still had to report his safety to Mr. Killer and talk about the trouble that "fate" had caused him.

As for the encryption program, it was specially created by Shen Yuan. After all, Conan always has a strange luck in matters related to the organization... Shen Yuan thought of Conan's experiences of "accidentally" solving cases and always obtaining clues related to the organization. If he accidentally heard Gin's voice one day, he would probably scare the kid to have a heart attack... He pressed the communication button and the phone rang three times before being connected.

“…” There was silence in the receiver, with only the sound of slight breathing.

Shen Yuan knew this was Gin's warning, so he smiled and said, "Boss~" He dragged out the ending of the title, which sounded a bit ambiguous. "I didn't go home last night. Were you worried?"

"You took Inazuma out to play!" Gin's voice was still low and cold. It was clearly a question but he turned it into a statement.

Shen Yuan adjusted his posture, and felt a dull pain from the wound on his abdomen: "You guessed wrong~ I'm in the Mihua Central Hospital, I was shot!" There was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone for a second, and then the crisp sound of a lighter was heard.

Shen Yuan could almost imagine Gin's dangerous expression as he bit his cigarette and narrowed his green eyes.

"What's going on!" The voice became even deeper.

Vodka, who was driving, clearly felt the temperature in the car drop suddenly, and his hands gripping the steering wheel tightened unconsciously.

In the rearview mirror, my brother's face was terribly gloomy.

Shen Yuan briefly recounted what had happened, focusing on describing the strange trajectories and the criminals' unusual reactions.

"... Mainly because I was being targeted. Those three guys seemed to be oblivious to the pain, firing bullets at me from all sorts of weird angles!"

"Are you sure it's that thing?" Gin's voice was a little colder than usual.

"I'm sure!" Shen Yuan looked at the scenery outside the window, "and after the police arrived, those kids seemed to have lost their memories. They all said that I fought with the criminals to save them, and they didn't remember the weird scene where these people only attacked me!" There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.

Gin didn't know what to say. He said he must get it back for Shen Yuan? This matter was beyond his understanding. He didn't even know how to avenge Shen Yuan.

Shen Yuan ignored the silence and turned to ask another question that concerned him: "Boss, how long has it been since you last came back from the United States? And how long has it been since you last killed that Pisk?"

"Two months, one month!" Gin's voice was a little confused, "What's wrong?" Shen Yuan sighed secretly in his heart.

According to what Vodka said before, it had been less than two weeks since Vermouth was seriously injured, but in Gin's cognition, it felt like two months.

Sure enough, Ke Xue's timeline started to go awry, and Shen Yuan was too tired to complain about it.

"Nothing," Shen Yuan said lightly, "I just want to confirm the time." Gin on the other end of the phone did not delve into it.

This should have been a strange thing - with Gin's suspicious personality, Shen Yuan had asked about the time issue more than once. Logically, Gin should have cared very much about it, but he always let this matter pass by easily.

Gin was silent for a while and then asked, "Do you need me to go?" His voice was still cold. He was asking Shen Yuan whether he needed him to go to the hospital to see him or pick him up from the hospital. In Gin's understanding, gunshot wounds did not require hospitalization. As long as the bullet was removed, everything would be fine.

Shen Yuan didn't know what Gin was thinking. He just thought he was asking if he needed to visit the patient. He chuckled and said, "If the boss wants to visit the patient, he has to wait until dark!" He glanced at the sky outside the window. "I have a friend coming to bring dinner later. The boss looks murderous, so it's better not to run into him!" Shen Yuan paused, then directly decided to sell Toruko. "His name is Amuro Toru. I think he is a man who cares deeply about justice!"

"Amuro Toru?" Gin's voice suddenly rose dangerously. Bourbon? "Justice?" What a joke of the century.

Shen Yuan pretended to be clueless and said in a natural tone, "Yes, he's the waiter at the coffee shop downstairs from the Maori Detective Agency, and he's also Detective Maori's apprentice!" He continued in a deliberately chatty tone, "I met him when I was solving a case before.

He disagreed with my opinion on the murder of the congressman and the daughter of the president of a large company last time!" The sound of someone repeatedly clicking a lighter came from the other end of the line.

"I said I felt Japanese society was rotten to the core and there was no justice at all.

But he particularly disagrees," Shen Yuan curled his lips. He is a good person and a good friend, so why is he obsessed with "Japan"? "He says something about making this country a better place!" He chuckled, "So I think he is a very righteous person who opposes darkness.

If you run into me, it will probably cause me trouble!"

"Ha!" Gin let out a short, cold laugh. This was simply the biggest joke of the century—Bourbon, a man who stood for justice? The secretive man who roamed in the shadows? Gin's thoughts raced: Had Bourbon also discovered the young detective's peculiar qualities? Or... He suddenly remembered Shen Yuan's words: the young detective would gradually gather the "key" to shatter the darkness around him.

Could Bourbon also be one of the keys? The silver-haired killer's green eyes narrowed slightly.

Although Toru Amuro aroused his suspicion, at this moment Gin only regarded him as a potential traitor who was in the dark but had his heart towards the light, and had not yet associated him with the "rat" incident.

What Gin cares more about is how this "reserve traitor" can be used for what he wants to do.

"Then you should take good care of your injuries!" Gin only said this in the end, but Shen Yuan knew that the seed of doubt had been successfully planted.

After hanging up the phone, Shen Yuan put the phone back on the bedside table and yawned deeply.

The exhaustion from the blood loss came over him like a tide, making his eyelids heavy.

He reached out and rubbed Lightning's head, and the silver-gray cheetah immediately moved closer, its ice-blue eyes glowing faintly in the dim ward.

"Lightning, I'm going to sleep first!" Shen Yuan's voice was tired, and his fingers gently combed the fur behind the cheetah's ears. "I'll ask you to stay with me!" Lightning whimpered, and rubbed Shen Yuan's wrist with his wet nose, as if making a promise.

Chapter 72 Amuro Dinner

Shen Yuan slowly woke up from his chaotic dream. The light in the ward was dim, with only the faint twilight coming in from the window.

He blinked and was about to ask Lightning to turn on the light - the next second, "click" the light above his head suddenly lit up.

The dazzling light made him close his eyes subconsciously, and physiological tears instantly overflowed from the corners of his eyes and slid down the slightly red corners of his eyes.

"Mr. Shen is awake?" Amuro Toru's voice came from the side of the bed, with his usual gentle smile.

However, the next second, he seemed to realize that he had not thought it through, and immediately leaned over, pinching a tissue with his slender fingers and gently pressing it against the corners of Shen Yuan's moist eyes.

"Sorry," he lowered his voice a few notes with a hint of apology, "I forgot that people who have just woken up need to adapt to the light!" Shen Yuan tilted his head slightly, raised his uninjured hand, took the tissue, and wiped the corner of his eyes himself.

"Mr. Amuro, don't worry, I'm fine!" His voice was a little hoarse, with the laziness of just waking up, "Mr. Amuro, how long have you been here? Why didn't you wake me up?" Amuro Toru stood up straight, walked to the end of the bed and raised the bed a little to make it easier for Shen Yuan to eat later.

"I just arrived not long ago," he explained with a smile, "I saw Mr. Shen was sleeping well, so I didn't disturb him!" His eyes swept over the bandage on Shen Yuan's shoulder, and his tone was gentle, "After all, he is injured. It is always good to get more rest!" He turned around and took out two exquisite lunch boxes from the thermal bag, opened the lid, and a rich aroma immediately filled the air.

"Are you hungry, Mr. Shen?" He raised his eyes and asked, "I brought spinach soup and tofu soup, which should be perfect for you now!" Shen Yuan showed a hint of embarrassment: "Mr. Amuro, could you please help me stand up?" He pointed to his wound, "I dare not use force on my upper body now, I want to go to the bathroom!" Amuro Toru was stunned for a moment, then realized that the injuries to Shen Yuan's shoulder blades and abdomen made him unable to exert force.

He immediately stepped forward, and held Shen Yuan's elbow firmly with his arm to lend him strength: "Be careful!" Shen Yuan slowly stood up with the help of his strength. Shen Yuan's upper body was wrapped in bandages, so he was not wearing a shirt, only hospital pants. After standing up, his upper body was completely exposed to the light.

He was tall and well-proportioned, his bandaged upper body revealing a lean and powerful outline under the light.

The smooth muscle lines rise and fall slightly with breathing, and the outline of the firm abdominal muscles can be vaguely seen at the edge of the gauze.

The hospital pants hung loosely around the waist, outlining a narrow waistline.

Toru Amuro's gaze wandered for a moment, then he turned his face away, trying not to look at Shen Yuan.

Although Shen Yuan could walk slowly on his own, every step he took would cause the wound on his abdomen to move, causing him to unconsciously tense his body.

When they reached the bathroom door, Amuro Toru paused and said hesitantly, "Mr. Shen... do you need help?" Shen Yuan realized what he meant. He, who had never known what shyness was, felt a little embarrassed and his face flushed slightly, "No, I can do it myself!" His voice revealed a bit of embarrassment, and then he quickly closed the door.

The door panel blocked the air between the two people.

Toru Amuro stood there, took a deep breath, turned and walked towards the locker.

His skin color made it hard to tell whether he was shy or not, but his action of going to the locker to get the bedside table revealed a bit of panic, and he even accidentally knocked over the water cup on the locker.

He caught the cup in a hurry, his fingertips feeling slightly hot.

Toru Amuro put the dining table next to the bed. Just then, the bathroom door opened. Toru Amuro walked over quickly and helped Shen Yuan back to bed.

Shen Yuan leaned on the raised back of the bed, watching Amuro Toru adjust the dining table to the appropriate height, and then place the steaming spinach soup and tofu soup on the table one by one.

"Mr. Shen, please eat first," said Toru Amuro, taking out an extra-large lunch box from the thermos bag, "I'll make Lightning's dinner!" Shen Yuan scooped a spoonful of spinach soup.

The emerald green soup is of moderate thickness, dotted with a few tender white egg whites, and exudes a light creamy aroma.

It is refreshing and not greasy, with just the right amount of salty and fresh flavor and the sweetness of spinach, and the temperature is just right for patients to eat.

"What did Mr. Amuro prepare for Lightning?" Shen Yuan looked at the large lunch box curiously.

Amuro Toru smiled and opened the lid: "Two sugar-free venison sandwiches, and four special cat claw rice balls!" Each sandwich is the size of an adult's palm, with thick venison slices sandwiched in whole wheat bread; the rice balls are pinched into cute cat claw shapes, each as big as a fist, with a little bonito powder sprinkled on the surface.

Lightning's ears instantly stood up, his ice-blue eyes stared at the food, and the tip of his tail swayed unconsciously.

As soon as Toru Amuro put the food box on the ground, the cheetah came over gracefully and quickly, lowered its head and started to enjoy the long-awaited sandwich.

"How is it?" Amuro Toru returned to the bedside, staring at Shen Yuan with purple-gray eyes, "Are the spinach soup and tofu soup to your liking?" Shen Yuan swallowed the tofu soup in his mouth - the tender and smooth tofu melted in his mouth, and paired with the light broth, it was indeed very suitable for him now.

"Mr. Amuro is a great cook," he said sincerely, "thank you for your hard work!" Oh, I'm sorry for selling you out just now.

Shen Yuan condemned himself a little in his heart, and then continued to eat his dinner.

The dusk outside the window deepened, and the only sound in the ward was the clinking of cutlery.