It's Reasonable to Have More Fake Identities in the Conan World, Right?

[Fake Identities + No CP + Pure Gray + Clones + Original Organization + Frail Buff + Doesn't follow original cases but follows the main plot]

A well-known piano composer from Blue Star...

Chapter 286 Calm as a rock

Chapter 286 Calm as a rock

"What did you say?! Where is that cave? Take us there right now!" Dr. Agasa's pupils contracted, and he pulled out his phone to call the police in shock.

Ai Haibara's expression also changed.

Kawasaki nodded, then turned and ran ahead to lead the way for them.

Upon arriving at the stalactite cave, Professor Agasa quickly informed the police of the exact location, and then waited anxiously and helplessly at the cave entrance.

Although the police were called quickly this time, it will take time for the police to arrive and for them to enter the cave to search for them.

Therefore, when the police found the children, Conan was still about to faint due to excessive blood loss. He was able to stay conscious for so long because he had to take care of the three children.

After he was taken to Beika General Hospital, Mori and the others rushed to the scene.

"Doctor, something's wrong!" Just as Conan was about to be wheeled into the operating room, another nurse rushed over, her face filled with anxiety. "The blood bank doesn't have any spare blood of the same type as this little boy!"

"What did you say? But there's simply no time to get blood from the blood center!" the doctor exclaimed in surprise.

Ran glanced at Conan, her brows furrowing slightly with worry, then turned to the doctor. "Doctor, this child and I might have the same blood type, so we can use mine, but just in case, it's better to have it checked."

Upon hearing her words, several people present changed their expressions slightly, especially Ai Haibara and Professor Agasa, because they knew that Shinichi Kudo and Ran Mouri had the same blood type, so the shrunken Conan Edogawa naturally had the same blood type as her.

Ran Mouri is already suspecting that Conan Edogawa is actually Shinichi Kudo!

Chizuru sat on a waiting chair to the side, her gaze falling on Ran, who seemed somewhat determined, and then glancing at Conan, who was lying weakly on the hospital bed. A slight, almost imperceptible twitch appeared at the corner of her mouth.

The surgery is in progress.

Xiaolan pressed the spot where blood was drawn, her head slightly lowered, her face full of worry.

Sitting next to her, Qianzhu leaned forward slightly, turned her head to look at her, and smiled warmly as if it were a spring breeze. She whispered to comfort her, "Don't worry, he was brought to the hospital in time, so he'll be fine."

Xiaolan stared at him absentmindedly, forcing a smile, and nodded slightly, "Mm..."

After the surgery, Conan was transferred to a ward. Ran, worried about him, stayed by his bedside to take care of him and eventually slept by his side all night.

As dawn broke, Conan woke up and sat up to find Ran asleep, which startled him.

"You really need to thank Xiaolan. She not only gave you 400cc of blood, but also took care of you at the hospital all night. So you need to get better quickly, okay?"

The uncle's voice came from the door of the ward. Conan looked up and saw Kogoro Mouri yawning as he walked into the ward, followed by Chizuru.

After closing the door, Qianzhu stood to the side with her hands behind her back, watching him calmly.

That calm, emotionless gaze made Conan inexplicably feel uneasy.

When they met eyes, Qianzhu shook his head slightly and gestured with his chin toward Xiaolan, as if asking what he planned to do next.

Conan fell silent, watching Ran deep in thought.

...

During Conan's hospitalization, Chizuru visited him only once, when he woke up, and didn't go back after that.

Because he also fell ill that night.

"Cough cough cough..."

Qianzhu sat in a corner of the sofa, covered with a small blanket, coughing with a handkerchief over her mouth.

The onset of his illness made his face very pale, and his lips lost their color, making him look somewhat haggard.

He rested his head against the back of the sofa and gently closed his eyes.