"Falling from such a height and injuring your ankle—if it's not treated properly, leaving behind a hidden injury could be troublesome," Fujino mused, looking at Ran, who was being supported by Kazuha Toyama.
"Huh?" Conan sweatdropped, worried. "Ran-neechan, did you sprain your ankle?"
Just now, feeling his life was hopeless, he hadn't noticed Ran's ankle injury. Only when it was mentioned did he realize.
"It's nothing serious," Ran said, smiling. "I remember, Fujino-senpai, your medical skills are quite impressive. The last time Sonoko's wrist was treated by you. If it's not too much trouble, I'd appreciate your help, Senpai."
"In that case, I'll take you to the infirmary," Shimabukuro Kimie said, having composed herself and walking over to offer. "We can also put some antiseptic on Conan-kun's abrasions."
"Huh?" Conan was stunned.
Antiseptic, usually in the form of ointment. He certainly couldn't apply it himself, so who would? *Darn it, I'm going to be seen again!*
"Are you sure, Miss Kimie?" Ran looked back at Shimabukuro Kimie, her eyes a bit complex. "Just now..." Her thoughts were still very delicate. Miss Kimie had just gone through such an ordeal. She must be feeling terrible right now...
"It's nothing," Shimabukuro Kimie forced a strained, cheerful smile. The fact that everyone around her had been deceiving her was indeed hard to accept. She wanted to quickly get away from these people who had been deceiving her, to leave this place of trouble... This might be a form of escape, but it was the only thing she could do now. The truth had been exposed, her identity revealed, and even the secret of her identity, known to most on the island, had been spilled... Now, there was nothing else she could do.
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Shimabukuro Kimie led the group back to the island's infirmary. This time, Naoko Kuroe also joined them. The infirmary's permanent residents increased by one.
American Island's economy was quite good; the island's infirmary was large, with several patient rooms, not at all on the same level as Moon Shadow Island's infirmary. It could be said to be a small hospital clinic. Sumie Ebihara was in the first room, Naoko Kuroe in the second, and Ran entered the third room to receive Fujino's bone-setting treatment.
Outside the room, Heiji Hattori sat on a long bench, and Conan stood beside him. The atmosphere was quiet.
"Hey, you weren't actually spanked by that 'little black' guy, were you?" Heiji frowned, looking at Conan, who was still unconsciously guarding his backside, asking with a hint of an uncharitable smile. "How bad was it? You can't even sit. Did he, like, whip you raw?"
Conan: "..." *You just had to run your mouth, and you're still running it. Is that all you do?* Conan turned into a little resentful wife, glaring sideways at Heiji Hattori. *The gaze of a little resentful wife—interpret it yourself.*
Heiji: "Uh..." He hadn't expected that the 'little black' guy kidnapping Shinichi Kudo would be to spank him. Seeing the guy who once used a tranquilizer needle on himself, then on others and got caught, then got spanked—it was indeed a bit satisfying.
However, Heiji's focus was clearly not on that. He changed the subject, asking curiously, "So, did you figure out who that 'little black' guy really is?"
"About that..." Conan frowned, taking Heiji's question seriously. Recalling what had just happened, he couldn't help but shiver. Although it was a bit unbearable to remember, on closer thought, he did notice some details. So, he calmly, and with a hint of fear, said, "That guy seemed to know me very well. Not only did he discover my tranquilizer needle, but when I used my power-enhancing shoes, he immediately took them off..."
"Actually, you can't really call that 'knowing you,' can you?" Heiji suddenly interrupted. "I just witnessed the power of your power-enhancing shoes. That 'little black' guy must have gotten that information when you kicked a flowerpot at him during the chase. After all, from an outsider's perspective, you're just a kid. If there's anything that could give you that much strength, it'd probably be your shoes."
"Is it that obvious?" Conan narrowed his eyes, looking at Heiji, clearly puzzled.
"Isn't it obvious?" Heiji was speechless. Even he was startled by what happened just now. Things like a super electromagnetic cannon flowerpot kicking through a wall. If he hadn't already been mentally prepared for this kid, he might have been completely shocked today.
"Clack!"
"Ouch—"
At that moment, a whimper came from inside the room—it was Ran's voice.
"Fujino must have finished the bone setting," Heiji slowly stood up. "He chased that guy when you were captured. Maybe he knows something."
In Heiji's opinion, Fujino and Shinichi Kudo were evenly matched, and Shinichi Kudo and he were also evenly matched. In other words, he and Fujino were also evenly matched, sometimes he had a slight edge, and the other person had their advantages. He thought that since Fujino chased him, he must have gotten some useful information.
Although everything on the island had been revealed—where the arrows went, why those three people were attacked, and who the 'O-Mikoto-sama' was impersonating—the 'little black' guy hadn't been caught yet, which meant his work wasn't over.
"Clack!"
At this moment, the door to the infirmary room opened. Ran was the first to walk out, stretching. Conan quickly went up to her and asked, "Ran-neechan, how do you feel?"
"Much better," Ran smiled easily, lightly stomping her foot. "My ankle doesn't hurt anymore."
"Ran, you just got treated!" Kazuha Toyama, who was nearby, warned, "Fujino also said to try not to exert yourself for a while."
Ran was a bit helpless: "It's nothing, I feel completely fine now."
"My shoulder feels a bit sore," Kogoro Mouri sighed lazily. "If only Brother Fujino could help me with some bone setting too."
"Dad!" Ran turned and glared resentfully at Kogoro Mouri. "Fujino-senpai's medical skills aren't meant for things like that, and Senpai also suggested that if you smoke and drink less, your shoulder will naturally stop hurting."
"Ugh..." Kogoro Mouri was speechless. A little shoulder soreness was fine. For Mouri, quitting smoking and drinking was impossible.
"Fujino's bone-setting technique is still as skilled as ever," Heiji observed Ran, feeling a strange envy for Fujino's special skill. If something was dislocated, he'd just pop it back; if it was sprained, he'd adjust it, and it would immediately take effect, allowing you to walk the next day. He was a firsthand witness. However, he somewhat suspected that when Fujino set his bones in Osaka last time, he wasn't serious. After all, Ran only had to whimper once, while he had to yell for a long time. So, he must have played favorites!
"Traditional Chinese medicine bone-setting techniques are indeed ingenious," a man in a white coat followed Fujino out from behind, his eyes gleaming as he stared at Fujino, marveling at his technique. Fujino could only offer a few vague answers, not going into too much detail. Primarily, he didn't want his bone-setting techniques to remain in Japan, and also, not everyone had a cheat like him. Forcible bone-setting without the doctor profession bonus wouldn't have a significant effect, even if it worked.
Turning his head, Fujino looked at Conan, then pulled a bottle of petroleum jelly from his pocket: "Conan, it's your turn!"
Conan: "???"
Saying that, Fujino then turned to look at Heiji Hattori: "Heiji, you come give me a hand too."
Heiji Hattori: "???"
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