Conan: The Mechanic

"Curaçao?" Fujiwara quickly closed the door and helped the woman who fell to the ground. "Why... did you come to see me?"

And just when he helped Curacao up, he noticed that there seemed to be a bleeding wound on Curacao's right abdomen.

"I need medical help...Help me..." Curaçao struggled to stand up with Fujiwara's help—without worrying about the parts of his body that Fujiwara touched in the process. "Stitch the wound...let me spend the night with you..."

"What happened?" Fujiwara frowned and asked immediately.

"I was attacked at home...I managed to escape...I only know that your address is nearby, so I came to beg you to help me..." It seems that because of the deterioration of physical condition, Curacao's words even Some are intermittent. "Help me suture the wound, I don't want to lose blood and die..."

"Escape? Your home?" Fujiwara recalled his previous memories of going there for the night. "Did you drive? You drove straight to my house when you were being chased?"

"What's the matter?" At this moment, Yingying, who hastily put on a set of pajamas that can see women, also came out, and her originally blurred eyes also became serious after seeing Curacao's wound. stand up. "Fujiwara, what's going on?"

"I'll go out and deal with the traces, and you will give her initial first aid." He took out the car key from Curacao's trouser pocket, and Fujiwara grabbed a coat from the wardrobe next to him, and put on a mask at the same time. . "This guy... parked the car downstairs, looking for trouble!"

"Got it, leave it to me," Hotaru also realized the seriousness of the situation. "Pay attention to safety, you can take a little more detour." After that, she was ready to take Curacao from Fujiwara.

"By the way, remember to wear gloves." Fujiwara reminded suddenly after letting go of Curacao.

"Why?" Hotaru was puzzled, and Fujiwara's answer made the corners of Hotaru's mouth twitch.

"She has hepatitis C. I know her because the first time she met me, she was receiving interferon therapy."

In Hotaru's somewhat complicated eyes, Fujiwara left in a hurry.

"You... don't worry, my relationship with him is... very weak," Curacao said rather feebly, looking at Fujiwara's leaving figure. "Won't……"

"Anyway, we all have a lot of friends who have done it, and no one has the position to say anything. Then again, you may not have an impression. We met on Aegis before - you are related to the rich lady named Suzuki Sonoko. Not bad, right?"

"I remembered, you are that... a little girl dressed in cool clothes-how come you dress like this at home?" Curacao frowned slightly, apparently recognizing Yingying's identity, and then It is surprising that the other party is actually a member of the organization.

"that's true."

"Okay, don't talk about it, come with me, I'll give you a physical examination."

……

five minutes later.

"It might hurt a little," Hotaru put on gloves, reminding Curacao. "Be patient."

Saying so, the blood-stained white gloves were torn from the wound. "At the moment, there is no sign of internal bleeding - but you will need to have a blood pressure measurement."

Systolic blood pressure, 105, within the normal range.

"Everything seems to be stable at the moment, but you can't take it lightly," Hotaru breathed a sigh of relief, and after taking off the stethoscope, helped Curaçao loosen the sphygmomanometer straps tied to his left arm. "Leave you here for now, and I'll take you every two minutes. If your blood pressure continues to stay at this level, that's a good thing. But if your systolic blood pressure drops below 90, that means you still have internal bleeding— —Maybe in a very dangerous spot."

"Okay, thank you..." Curacao nodded weakly. "Then... please allow me to rest a little... I'm still a little tired, maybe it's caused by too much blood loss."

"What happened?" Firefly asked suddenly. "You never tell me that you caused such a wound yourself?"

"I originally prepared... the materials to be used at home," Curacao's expression was a bit bitter. "But all of a sudden...they broke in through the door - probably picking the lock? I don't know how they did it other than that..."

"Robbery?" Ying looked at the wound. "Holding a knife...and let you escape alive?"

"After I was attacked, I locked the bedroom, then jumped from the bedroom to the downstairs with the sheet, and finally lit the sheet with a lighter." Curacao said this and sighed.

"Do you probably know the identity of the other party? If you come to Fujiwara~www.readwn.com~, it won't be the organization's business, right?" Hotaru asked.

"I think it might be something from the Metropolitan Police Department... Then I only know that Fujiwara lives here, and he will definitely be willing..." Probably because of excessive blood loss, Curacao was a little reluctant to say anything. After she realized this, she immediately stopped and looked at Yingying with some embarrassment. "Feel sorry……"

"How...how is your relationship with Fujiwara?" Hotaru still looked so indifferent. "Probably tell,

"Curaçao shook his head." By the way, how was your life with him? you know what I mean. "

"It's only two minutes, how can there be any major changes, and if there is internal bleeding, I should feel pain... I mean, pain in places other than the injured wound." Curacao looked at Ying Jiang Putting the stethoscope back on, he put the listening part on the inside of his elbow and sighed. "I bet that last time it was 105, this time it must be between 100-110."

"Maybe," Hotaru said as he prepared to press the inflatable bladder to inflate the straps on his sleeves. "But it's still necessary—"

The words stopped abruptly after Firefly pressed it for the first time.

With just the first compression, the vascular sound suddenly appeared and then disappeared again.

"!?" Ying was startled, and quickly stopped, letting the inflatable straps leak naturally, indicating that the air pressure readings dropped immediately, and she heard the fleeting sound of blood vessels again.

"What's wrong?" Looking at Yingying, who couldn't hide his surprised expression, Curacao realized something was wrong and asked quickly.

"You...you have no blood pressure, your heart has...no longer pumped blood." Hotaru looked at Curacao with ghostly eyes, and said dumbly. "You... your high pressure doesn't exceed 2 - not 20, but 2."