"But Miss Ichikawa has already recognized me."
Jiang Xia sighed helplessly. "And I wasn't trying to exchange business cards. I just wanted to ask those doctors about the situation.
"As a mature detective, when handling a client's case, you have to consider every possibility at all times—for example, what if one of the doctors has colluded with the two young ladies and is plotting to harm Mr. Ichikawa... This isn't flaunting my identity as a detective. It's necessary communication."
Beside him, the butler froze when he heard the "possibilities" Jiang Xia had listed. "That... that shouldn't be possible, should it?"
Jiang Xia glanced at him. Though he said nothing, his eyes revealed a trace of surprise: A wealthy family's butler has such a poor imagination?
"..." The old butler fell silent under his gaze. It did seem to make sense. Although he had not yet encountered any melodramatic inheritance disputes himself, he had indeed heard fellow butlers talk about such things. Could it be...
While the butler was still contemplating life, Jiang Xia naturally walked over to the cluster of doctors.
Then he took out his Business Card Holder and efficiently exchanged business cards with them.
Jiang Xia's gaze swept over the newly acquired cards, lingering a little longer on several of them.
One of them bore the name "Utsumi Kazuhiko," a doctor from the Psychiatry Department.
Jiang Xia: "..." For some reason, he felt that doctors in this specialty rarely lived long in this world...
As Jiang Xia studied Doctor Utsumi's business card.
Across from him, Utsumi Kazuhiko had no interest in the Great Detective.
The doctor was elegantly holding a glass of red wine, his gaze resting on the beautiful scenery in the distance. He was in an excellent mood.
Utsumi Kazuhiko had been riding high lately.