"Hey, Ejiri!"
"What is going on here?!"
"Ah—!!"
The scream echoed across the breakwater. Fujino turned his head and saw that fat angler face-planting right onto a concrete cone.
"Get back!"
Conan, who had been somewhat doubting reality, snapped to attention upon hearing the scream. He rushed forward to push aside the captain, who was checking the situation, took a direct look, and then pried open the man's mouth to begin artificial respiration.
While blowing air, he shouted toward the captain, "Take him to the hospital by boat right now! He's been poisoned with a neurotoxin!"
"Neurotoxin?!"
"Hus... Husband!"
Shiramine and Kanaya, who were accompanying the victim, wore anxious expressions. They tried to come over to check the situation, but Conan stopped them outright: "No one is to approach! The killer is among us!"
"Huh?"
The two of them looked blank and confused.
Fujino directly pulled a medical kit out of his Pocket Dimension and asked Conan, "How does it look?"
"Looks like a neurotoxin."
Conan lowered his gaze and said in a deep voice, "His pulse and heartbeat are fine. It might be a brain disorder or nerve disorder causing the difficulty breathing."
"You mean respiratory failure caused by respiratory muscle shock and regression due to neurotoxin-induced nerve and limb numbness, right?"
Fujino quickly searched his mind for medical knowledge and immediately found the relevant data on neurotoxins: "I'll give him an intravenous injection of nikethamide first to see if he can resume breathing. You keep doing artificial respiration, and if he can directly recover his respiratory muscles, I'll intubate him right away."
"Nikethamide, endotracheal intubation... How do you even carry this stuff?"
The corner of Conan's brow twitched. He really didn't understand what was going through Fujino's head, carrying a medical kit around day in and day out