Conan kissed me again and again, and Huiyuan was stunned

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi looked at each other, nodded slightly in tacit understanding, and chased after Xiaolan with steady steps.

Xiaolan tried her best to shuttle through the crowd and hurried to the hospital gate. She panicked and found that in the distance ahead, Kisaki Eri had already sat in the driver's seat of a blue car and even started the car. She called out anxiously:

"Mother!!!"

"Om."

It was the crisp sound of a blue sedan driving away from the hospital.

Xiaolan watched the car speed away, and stood there worriedly. She tried to cheer herself up, clenched her fists and waved them in front of her chest, and vowed to regain her strength:

"Forget about it this time. I will definitely help Dad and Mom get back together next time."

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi stopped side by side on Xiaolan's left, retracted their silent gazes from the car, closed their eyes at the same time, covered their faces with their hands in unison, and said with hopelessness in their hearts:

"I'm afraid I won't be able to do it in this lifetime...!"

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at the same time.

The road is wide and the vehicles are sparse.

The blue car gradually slowed down and the driver's window was completely opened.

Hibiki Eri sat in the driver's seat dignified and elegantly, fastening her black seat belt in compliance with traffic rules, her right hand holding the steering wheel, her left elbow supporting the window sill, her palm resting on her cheek, and the wedding ring on her ring finger reflecting the warm sunlight.

She looked at the road ahead and smiled as if bathed in the spring breeze.

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A new day, a sunny afternoon.

Mihua General Hospital, on the third floor, in a spacious multi-person ward, the door was tightly closed, and Xiaolan was not there.

Further inside the door, three beds were spaced half a meter apart and covered with white sheets.

Two blue curtains were spread out at the head of the bed, wide open, separating the beds.

Kogoro Mouri was lying on the hospital bed closest to the gate.

He was wearing a white suit reserved for patients, covered with a thin white blanket, revealing his left foot without socks and his right foot wrapped in a bandage. He had his hands behind his head and was resting his head on a white pillow. He looked expressionlessly at the group of five students standing side by side on the left side of the bed.

"It's a mess."

Kojima Genta stood on the floor next to Maori Kogoro's left foot, his hands behind his head, his eyes narrowed as he stared at him, and described speechlessly:

"I can't believe you could fall down those stairs and break a bone."

Kogoro Mori frowned slightly and was about to explain.

Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya stood to the right of Kojima Genta, turned his head and looked at Kogoro, recalling seriously:

"Haoyue said...the reason Uncle Kogoro fell down the stairs was because he wanted to watch Okino Yoko's concert last night."

Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya closed his eyes, spread his hands, and complained incomprehensibly:

"No one would break their leg over something like this."

Kogoro Mori frowned even more and was about to retort.

Yoshida Ayumi stood to the right of Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko, clenched her fists and waved them in front of her chest, looking at Kogoro with sympathy, and taught him elegantly:

"You can't do that. You can't rush down the stairs even if you've overslept."

Kogoro Mori calmed down a little, and glanced at Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi on the right of Yoshida Ayumi with slightly narrowed eyes, as if asking them if they had anything to say.

Haoyue stood to the right of Ayumi, his hands clasped together and hanging down at his sides, looking at Kogoro expressionlessly, and in his heart he covered his face with his hands and complained unspeakably:

“This isn’t the first time Detective Maori has had his leg broken!

Really, I have to fly over here secretly in the middle of the night to heal his feet again!!

Can't he be more careful when he walks? I was thinking of playing more video games tonight!!!"

As Dongfang Haoyue thought about it, her cheeks puffed up with anger in her heart.

Kudo Shinichi stood on the right side of Haoyue, with his left fist hanging on his waist, and his right hand holding the opening of the white net wrapped around the football hanging on his right shoulder. He let the football stick to his back, looking at Kogoro happily, laughing undisguisedly.

"It's noisy."

Maori Kogoro saw that Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi had their words written on their faces. He glanced at Kojima Genta, Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko and Yoshida Ayumi calmly, then looked at Haoyue and Shinichi, his eyes locked on Shinichi's right hand, and casually exposed:

"I don't want to hear you say that when you come to visit me while you're out having fun."

"Yeah, uncle, did you see through the truth?"

Dongfang Haoyue covered her mouth with her hands and smiled mischievously.

Kudo Shinichi calmly endured Kogoro Mori's scrutinizing gaze, smiling without saying a word.

Yoshida Ayumi looked at Kogoro with a smile and explained happily:

"We are going to the park now to ask Conan to teach us how to play football!"

"Then go quickly!"

Kogoro Mori supported the bed sheet with his left elbow and his cheek with his palm, and expelled the five students with less patience.

A white-haired old man was lying on a hospital bed not far to the right of Kogoro. He was wearing a white suit for patients. He sat up slightly, supported the bed sheet with one hand, looked at Kogoro happily, and advised him enviously:

"Oh my god, Mr. Maori!

Even if these kids just come to see you, that's fine."

"what?"

Kogoro Mouri subconsciously made a sound of surprise and turned to look at the white-haired old man.

The old man looked at Kogoro with a kind look and taught him earnestly:

When I was first hospitalized, many people came to see me, but recently, they no longer come.

Honestly, we should be thankful that someone came to see us.”

The white-haired old man supported his hips with his hands, barely sat up, turned his head to look at the thin man on the bed on the right, who was wearing a white suit, with a white cloth wrapped around his head and large band-aids all over his face and neck. He smiled friendly and sought approval:

"Am I right, Mr. neighbor in the same ward?"

The thinner man stared at the white ceiling in silence.

Maori Kogoro sat up, put his hands on his legs through the thin blanket, turned his head to look at the man, and commented in a general manner:

"He was a little standoffish and seemed unsociable."

The thinner man turned his head away and remained silent.

The white-haired old man turned to look at Maori Kogoro and explained amiably:

“He was carried into the ward a week ago.

It is said that the burns were caused by the car accident."

Kogoro Mouri looked at the white-haired old man and was about to respond.

"Dong dong."

It was a polite knock on the door.

A middle-aged man stood in the spacious corridor outside the door, wearing a brown short-sleeved shirt and semi-circular frame glasses. He pushed the door open nervously and looked at the white-haired old man with pretended calmness.

"Oh, it's my good son, Yoshio Sekiguchi?"

The white-haired old man heard the noise, turned to look at Sekiguchi Yoshio, smiled happily and joked:

"You seldom come to see me."

"Father."

Sekiguchi Ryofu calmed down, quickly walked to the left front of the white-haired old man's bed, leaned forward slightly, and said with caring concern:

"Is your waist still tight?"

"I feel much better."

The white-haired old man smiled slightly and said calmly:

"It's pitiful that I have to stay in the hospital for two weeks when I just sprained my back."