Conan's World: Ke Xue Wei Tan

When treating a patient's wound, she always had to divert the patient's attention from the pain. She wiped with saline to separate the sweater fabric and the wound, and began to ask: "What's going on, Shirley can actually hurt you?"

Gin's voice was not trembling at all, and he said calmly: "It wasn't her, I fired the gun."

Saariye used tweezers to carefully uncover the fabric, her hands specially trained for the casino being extra steady: "Are you doing this on the same principle as self-punishment of three cups?"

"Someone answered her, and that person injected an anesthetic needle." When Gin said this, he seemed to have heard the most ridiculous thing. He sneered and repeated sarcastically: "It was just an anesthetic needle."

Anesthesia needle...why does this thing sound so familiar?

Kudo, you're going to take revenge on Gin for giving you the stick, right?

"If there were real guns, why would we use anesthesia needles?"

Saying that, Sarye finally uncovered the cloth, breathed a long sigh of relief, blew on the wound twice as a habit, and then said: "Who will help her?"

Gin looked at her lowered eyelashes lightly and said: "According to what she said, it is another organization, but there is no basis for it, and it needs to be confirmed for the time being."

It seemed that Miyano had said everything she had told her. Regardless of whether they would believe it or not, this time at least the seeds of doubt were planted in their hearts, and then they just had to wait for the flowers to bloom.

Sarye didn't intend to ask any more questions. She washed the rather shallow wound with alcohol and iodophor, and then re-bandaged it carefully.

Wait a moment...

Conan's anesthesia needle is a dose that can make an elephant unconscious. Even if he uses pain to force himself to wake up, his body should not be able to metabolize the anesthetic drug so quickly.

You actually managed to survive until now just by relying on your willpower?

Sarye was a little skeptical and quietly raised her eyes.

Gin still had his eyes open, but his breathing gradually became calmer, and his eyes were staring ahead, seemingly unfocused.

Sleep with eyes open?

Is this level of alertness too high?

Sarye's eyes widened, and she cautiously stretched out her hand in front of the person who was talking just now.

Gin didn't respond.

Sarye stared at it for a while, then wrapped the gauze, picked up the coat that Gin took off and covered him, then turned around, picked up the phone, walked to the billiard table, and dialed Belmod's number.

After the other party picked up the phone, Sarye lowered her voice and said, "Hey, it's me. You mentioned joining the organization before, but I still won't consider it."

Belmod over there didn't expect that she would say such words. He paused slightly and asked, "Are you sure? If you refuse now, even if you beg the organization, you will not be allowed to join."

Sarye nodded affirmatively: "I am developing very well on my own now, and I don't need to rely on the power of the organization. I hope to maintain an equal cooperative relationship with the organization. If I go further, there is no need."

Belmode continued to remind: "You have to think about it. Since you say this, many of the conveniences that the organization has given you in the business field may be cancelled."

"It's okay."

Zariye lowered her eyes.

Indeed, it will definitely be more difficult to explicitly reject the olive branch extended by the organization, but it will not affect her continued use of the organization's resources as a partner.

She picked up a number eight ball scattered on the billiard table and raised the corners of her mouth:

"I think that when you and Gin feel tired, this little club of mine can at least be a place for you to retire."

Belmode was also stunned for a moment, as if she was shocked by Sarye's words. After a long time, she let out a chuckle.

"That's it, I understand."