My Hands Are Strong, Bear with It

"It looks like your elbow is dislocated."

Fujino rubbed his chin, starting to consult the medical knowledge in his head, "Where else does it hurt?"

"Ankle."

Seeing Fujino's professional demeanor, Hattori Heiji responded Hattori Heiji.

"Hmm, it seems there are no fractures."

Fujino pondered for a moment, then reached into his pocket and casually pulled out 1,000 yen from his Pocket Dimension. "Conan, go see if there's a pharmacy nearby and buy some hydrogen peroxide, alcohol, gauze, or something."

"Hello..."

Conan glanced at Fujino speechlessly, "You wouldn't be going to...?"

"I happen to have some medical Hattori. Hattori's injury isn't serious. I can handle it."

As he spoke, Fujino placed his hand on Hattori Heiji's wrist, a slight smile playing on his lips, and said, "My strength might be a little too much, so bear with it."

"Have you studied medicine?"

Hattori Heiji looked bewildered. "What do you mean, 'endure'?"

Fujino did not answer his question, but simply stretched out his hand and exerted force.

Click!

The sound of bones cracking.

"Ah!"

Osaka Xiao Hei let out a shout that echoed throughout the surrounding area.

Didn't I tell you to bear with it?

Hattori Heiji glanced speechlessly at Fujino, who was grinning.

Hattori Heiji with a hint of helplessness, "It hurts a lot..."

"When I was hit by a truck, I was in a much worse situation than you."

Fujino began to boast about his glorious deeds, "I didn't say a word at the time."

"Real?"

Hattori Heiji looked on with a suspicious expression.

But thinking about it carefully, if they both lost their memory after the accident, they must have been in a much worse situation than him...

If what Fujino said is true, then it's not impossible.

Why would I lie to you?

Fujino glanced at Hattori Heiji, his voice full of energy.

Yes, he didn't say anything back then.

He was killed instantly.

—The two of them were not talking about the same thing.

Hattori Heiji laughed and said, "Then, could you be a little gentler?"

"Cannot."

Fujino's expression turned cold, and then he touched his ankle again.

Forehead...

Click!

Another crisp cracking sound came from the bone being set.

Ah... woo.

This time, Hattori Heiji stopped shouting halfway through, covered his mouth, and wiped away tears from the corners of his eyes.

"This guy is definitely settling a personal score, isn't he?"

Conan swallowed hard as he watched Fujino being brought to tears by Hattori Heiji.

As for what kind of revenge was being sought?

Could it be that incident where the two of them were just watching the drama unfold?

Fujino, that guy, he really does hold grudges...

Conan glanced at Hattori Heiji with a hint of sympathy.

But thinking about it carefully, it seems he was also just watching the drama unfold.

No way... Fujino wouldn't lay a hand on a child, would he...?

"Little Brother Conan, what are you standing there for?"

At that moment, Fujino turned around and said to Conan with a smile, "Let's go buy medicine."

"I'll go right now!"

Conan snapped out of his daze, grabbed the pigeon, and ran.

He was afraid that if Fujino gave it to him any later, he might use the excuse that he might also be injured to forcefully set his bones.

After Conan bought what Fujino had asked him to do, he returned to find himself witnessing an outrageous scene.

Fujino stood to one side wearing white gloves, while Hattori Heiji lay on the roadside, covered in sweat, tears of regret streaming down his face.

If I had known... I wouldn't have gone for such extreme speeding.

Conan handed the medicine to Fujino.

Then came another round of torture with hydrogen peroxide and alcohol.

Bubbles appeared, followed by a scream like a pig being slaughtered.

[Treatment activity detected]

[Congratulations, host, you have gained 100 Doctor Profession Proficiency Points]

"That should be about right."

Fujino wiped away non-existent beads of sweat, stood up, and felt much better.

Hattori Heiji sat on the ground, looking like he was about to cry but had no tears.

And Conan can now confirm it.

— Fujino is just settling a personal score!

"It really doesn't hurt anymore..."

Hattori Heiji stood up from the ground, stretched his body, clicked his tongue, and sighed with emotion.

He initially thought Fujino was deliberately retaliating against him.

It seems he misunderstood them.

He felt inexplicably guilty.

"By the way, Fujino, where did you learn your medical skills?"

Hattori Heiji was somewhat puzzled.

We're all High School Detective, so why are you the only one with medical skills?

And he's so skilled at it.

Moreover, this technique seems to be from traditional Chinese medicine?

Traditional Chinese medicine is still quite rare in Japan.

Conan also looked at Fujino with a puzzled expression.

"I learned my medical skills a long time ago from an old gentleman with a sage-like demeanor whom I met while hiking."

Based on his memory, Fujino casually explained in a deep voice, "That old man taught me a lot, but after teaching me medicine for a month, he disappeared."

"The old gentleman?"

Both of them nodded in thought.

Afterwards, an ambulance arrived at the scene and took Hattori Heiji away.

Then, Fujino took Conan back to the Suzuki Art Museum.

Upon returning to the art museum, Fujino and Conan encountered Suzuki Jirokichi's secretary, Nishino Masato.

Besides Nishino Masato, there are two other people negotiating with him.

A young woman and an elderly man with a receding hairline and graying hair.

The woman wore a light blue-green fitted dress with a white coat over it and carried a shoulder bag. Her hair was light brown with a golden tinge, and her pupils were gray, just like the previous Uraji Seiran.

The old man was dressed in a well-fitting black suit and appeared to be a butler.

"Mr. Nishino."

Fujino led Conan forward and greeted them.

"Detective Fujino."

Upon seeing Fujino, Nishino Masato greeted him respectfully, saying, "Inspector Nakamori has sent word that thanks to your plan, this operation was a great success."

That's all that needs to be done.

Fujino turned to look at the man and woman beside him and asked, "By the way, who are these two?"

"Hello, my name is Natsumi Kousaka."

Natsumi Kousaka bowed slightly and introduced the elderly man beside her, "This is our family's butler, Mr. Sawabe."

Then, she said to Fujino and Nishino Masato, "We have some things we'd like to explain to Chairman Suzuki in person regarding the Emperor's Easter Egg that's featured in this art museum."

"What bad luck, the president just happened to be out."

Nishino Masato smiled and explained, "If there's anything you need to say, you can tell me first, and then I'll pass it on to the chairman."

"However, I still want to talk to the chairman in person."

Natsumi Kousaka took a deep breath and continued, "If possible, please make a call to Chairman Suzuki."

"Well..."

Nishino Masato gave an awkward laugh, "The president is really not available right now..."

"By the way, I remember Mr. Suzuki was probably drinking with Uncle Mori."

Fujino leaned closer to Nishino Masato and whispered, "Could it be..."

"Um."

Nishino Masato nodded helplessly, "The chairman got drunk at the hotel with Mr. Mori..."

"Um... let me explain."

Although Fujino had probably already guessed it, he was still speechless for a moment.

No wonder it was inconvenient; it turns out he was drunk.

As his secretary, Nishino Masato naturally wouldn't allow outsiders to meet the drunken Suzuki Jirokichi.

But speaking of which, how come Suzuki Jirokichi still drinks until he's drunk like Uncle Mori?

Uncle Mori's illness is contagious...

"Miss Kosaka, today Kaito Kid just launched a theft operation on the Emperor's Easter Egg, and I was the detective who was entrusted to protect him."

As he spoke, Fujino took out a business card and handed it to Kousaka Natsumi.

Kousaka Natsumi accepted the business card.

It was a business card with a white background, engraved with the address of the detective agency, the agency's contact number, his personal contact number, and his name.

This was ordered by Fujino before coming to Osaka, and he had never had the chance to give it away until today.

"Fujino Doji, Fujino- kun?"

Kousaka Natsumi took the business card and murmured.

"High School Detective Fujino".

The butler explained, "I've heard about him in the newspapers. He's a Great Detective who has defeated Kaito Kid several times and solved many murder cases and major criminal cases."

"It's me."

Fujino nodded and said, "Mr. Suzuki is very busy with the matter of the Egg of Memories and does not have time to meet with you at the moment. If it is about the Egg of Memories, you can talk to Mr. Nishino and me first, and then we will pass it on to Chairman Suzuki."

That's right.

Kousaka Natsumi nodded and said, "Actually, just a few days ago, when I was sorting through my grandmother's belongings, I accidentally found a torn design drawing. The design drawn on it is exactly the same as the Emperor's Easter Egg in this description."

As she spoke, she handed Fujino a brochure for the Suzuki Art Museum, and then pulled out an old design drawing from her pocket.

The drawing on the blueprint depicts half of the Egg of Memories. The reason it's described as half is because the entire blueprint has been torn to shreds, and the words "Egg of Memories" are marked at the bottom of the drawing.

"This is indeed the Egg of Memories."

Nishino Masato examined the Egg of Memories and asked, "But why does this egg look a little different from the Egg of Memories we have on display?"

"It must have been torn off a part."

Fujino examined the design drawing and nodded. "Originally, this should have been a large drawing with two eggs on it, but after it was torn apart, it can still be pieced together to form one. If you look closely, the part with the word 'memory' is actually exactly the same as the Egg of Memories."

"I see."

Upon hearing this Nishino Masato looked at that section.

Conan frowned slightly, observed for a moment, and agreed with Fujino's statement.

Actually, even without the reminder from his memory, Fujino could discover this kind of thing.

After all, putting these two pictures together makes them look rather mismatched, with one big and one small.

I really don't know to what extent someone's intelligence has been forcibly lowered to be so blind as to not notice this.

After a pause, Fujino continued, "If this design is authentic, then there should actually be two Egg of Memories. If there are two eggs, then logically they shouldn't use the same design. In other words, the one I'm protecting is actually just one of two..."

Two?

Nishino Masato nodded. "Indeed, if that's the case, then there should be two Egg of Memories, just as Detective Fujino said."

"But I didn't know there was another Egg of Memories in our house."

Kousaka Natsumi asked in confusion, "And I didn't find another one in my grandmother's estate either."

"That remains to be seen."

Fujino recalled his memories and said in a deep voice, "However, perhaps we can obtain clues about the other one from this Egg of Memories."

Conan was completely bewildered and looked up at Fujino.

Although he was certain that there were two Egg of Memories.

But how did Fujino manage to determine that there was a clue to another Egg of Memories on another Egg of Memories...?

Is it the detective's intuition again?

Damn it, why didn't he have it?

After a brief exchange, Kousaka Natsumi handed her phone number to Fujino.

As for Nishino Masato, he planned to report the matter to Suzuki Jirokichi tomorrow after he sobered up.

After receiving a reply, Kousaka Natsumi left with the butler.