I'm writing a novel in Ming Ke, if you mess with me, you'll be the heroine

When Chu Ming was brought to the organization hospital by Gin in the middle of the night, his consciousness was already a little hazy. He was almost instinctively dragged by Gin to take steps. Lafitte happened to be there looking for some medicine. When he saw Chu Ming being half-dragged in by Gin, he walked up to him and asked in confusion.

"What happened to Granburch? Why is he so embarrassed?"

Lafitte's tone was somewhat gloating. He had often seen Granburch jumping up and down like a monkey, and now he looked so listless that he couldn't help but want to mock him.

"He had a fever and was buried in the bed. I dug him out. If he hadn't come out, he would have burned to death in there." Gin casually threw the person he was half hugging to Lafitte. "I have a mission to do. It's a good opportunity. You can take him to see him."

Gin was on a mission and called Chu Ming to ask him to help. However, he was too busy to help and had to waste time sending Chu Ming to the hospital. He happened to meet Lafitte, so Gin quickly passed the blame on to others, otherwise he would have to ask Vodka to take care of Chu Ming.

Lafitte subconsciously took the person who was thrown to him, and watched Gin turn around and walk away as if he had thrown away a hot potato, and he couldn't stop him even if he was shouted at.

He turned his head helplessly and looked at Chu Ming, whose body he could feel burning hot through his clothes. He resigned himself to taking him to the ward and gave him some fluid to reduce his fever. God knows he had just returned from a mission and was planning to get some poison at the organization's hospital on the way. Otherwise, who would wander around the organization's hospital in the middle of the night for no reason?

Looking at the speed at which the medicine was dripping, Lafitte estimated the time it would take to finish dripping. He turned over and lay on the bed next to Chu Ming. He had been working on the task for several nights and was almost dying of sleep. In an instant, he fell into a deep sleep.

When Chu Ming was woken up by the alarm clock, he felt pain on the back of his left hand.

Is Gin really reliable? No one helped him remove the needle after the potion was finished? The venous blood was almost back to the middle of the tube...

Chu Ming pulled out the needle with one hand, looked at Lafitte who was half-sitting up in the bed next to him, and blinked blankly: "Why is it you? I remember it was Gin who brought me out? Or did I have a fever and was confused, so I remembered it wrongly?"

Lafitte yawned. He looked completely devoid of his celestial aura. Even his delicate features could not hide his haggardness. He reached out to test the temperature on Chu Ming's forehead. "Gin threw you to me and went to do his own mission. Your fever rises quickly, but it also subsides quickly."

Chu Ming coughed dryly, half leaned against the head of the bed, lowered his voice and tried to create the hoarse feeling from before: "Really? I feel my throat is still a little uncomfortable."

Lafitte didn't doubt it. He stood up and opened the curtains. "It's past six o'clock. I'll go buy you some breakfast. You have a sore throat, so just have some porridge."

???

"No~" Chu Ming sat up straight abruptly, his voice was loud for a moment and then low again, he managed to sing the two words in high and low notes, he coughed a few times to cover it up, "Can't we have something else? I don't want to drink porridge."

"No, no. Why are you so excited?" Lafitte had just been drawing the curtains with his back to him, and didn't see him sit up suddenly. "Then what do you want to eat? Logically speaking, rice porridge is the best thing for you in your situation."

Chu Ming didn't want to drink porridge. He had seen Conan's hospital meal, which was pure white porridge, bland and tasteless. He didn't want to eat it just by looking at it.

"Barbecue? Ramen? Hot pot? Or..." Chu Ming counted on his fingers.

Lafitte walked straight out: "Let's have porridge."

"Then bring back some fruit--" Chu Ming shouted at Lafitte's back.

-

Chu Ming tossed and turned in bed for half an hour, but he didn't wait for Lafitte who never came back. Instead, he waited for Vermouth who received the news and came to visit the patient.

When Vermouth came in carrying a bunch of things, Chu Ming was lying on his bed, bored and playing with folding paper using the sticky notes on the bedside table. The bedside table was piled with small paper airplanes, boats, pigs and other messy things.

"Are you planning to set up a stall to sell handicrafts?" Vermouth teased him.

"Others are not qualified to buy something I made myself." Speaking of handmade things, Chu Ming suddenly remembered the chocolates from before. He pretended to reach into the bag he packed at that time, and then took out the chocolate gift box he had made at that time from the system backpack, "Oh, sister, I made it myself, I'm giving it to you~"

Vermouth raised an eyebrow, took the box and smelled a strong chocolate scent: "You made the chocolate? It's not a festival, why are you giving me chocolate?"

Chu Ming curled up in bed, his face full of sincerity: "I did it last time when I went out with that detective's family. Sister, let me tell you, I saw Kudo Shinichi, and I suspect he is not dead."

Vermouth was about to open the package, but she paused when she heard this. She was silent for a while, as if she felt that this reaction was wrong, and then she smiled and said, "Maybe it's the situation I mentioned last time. It may be the FBI pretending to be someone else, trying to confuse the organization."

Chu Ming shook his head and looked at the large amount of points on the system panel with a serious face: "No, I don't think so. This Kudo Shinichi looks just like the real thing. This chocolate was made when I followed them to Fukito Villa. From their interactions and words at that time, I think this person is Kudo Shinichi."

Vermouth calmed herself down, knowing that Conan must have taken some medicine from Haibara Ai and temporarily turned into Kudo Shinichi. She guessed that when Chu Ming came out of the hospital, he should turn into Conan again.

She has now confirmed that Shirley is Haibara Ai. Calvados will arrive in Japan tomorrow. When he arrives, she will set out to get rid of Shirley.

Once Shirley dies, Conan will no longer become Kudo Shinichi. As long as he no longer appears in front of Chu Ming, there shouldn't be any big problems.

Vermouth tried to change the subject: "I have found Shirley's trail. We will be able to kill the traitor in a few days. You can rest and recuperate. By the time you recover, Shirley will have been dealt with."

???

How could we not bring him along for such an important event?

"I want to go too! I can help my sister with sniping!" Chu Ming sat up straight and tried to join in.

"Just stay here and don't run around if you're not feeling well these days. Calvados will come to help me with the plane ticket for tomorrow." Vermouth pushed Chu Ming back to the position where he was leaning against the wall with one hand, and stuffed the freshly peeled apple into his hand, "Eat an apple, be good."

"..." Chu Ming watched Vermouth hurriedly leave, knowing that she was trying to make him forget the topic just now, but...

If we don't let him follow, will he stay still?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.