How can I live beside Conan who vomits blood from time to time?

This side is indeed as the two people thought.

In the few minutes after the two people left, Kazama Tsuru, who had been forcibly enduring, finally couldn't bear it and stretched out his hand tremblingly.

"Xiao, Xiao Wei..." Xiao

Moi passed by the door and glanced at him strangely in the study.

"What's wrong? Not feeling well?

Kazama Tsuru only covered his chest at this time, feeling as if a flame was burning in his chest with every gasp.

The airways also seemed to be blocked by something, and every gasp struggled on the edge of life and death.

Obviously, just now it was only slightly uncomfortable and wanted to cough, but now it has developed to the point where it is a little blurry in front of me.

"Breathing, difficulty... It's called Matsumo, Dr. Matsumo..."

Xiao Wei: !!

To be honest, it seemed that this was the first time she had heard the words "call a doctor" from Kazama Tsuru's mouth.

Kazama Tsuru's face was very pale at this time, and he looked like he was holding his chest and struggling to raise his head and breathe, and it seemed that he would turn his back at any time because of discomfort.

Xiao Wei's whole person was panicked, and hurriedly rushed downstairs to pick up the phone and dialed it directly.

Dr. Matsumo is already skilled in handling various emergencies that occur in Kazama Tsuru.

But this time, Xiao Wei's tone still startled his whole person, and he almost didn't have time to care about anything, picked up the medicine box and rushed directly to this side.

While running Dr. Matsumo, he remotely commanded Xiao Wei.

Open the window, pull the buttons of Kazama Tsuru's clothes on the neckline, and let him lie down as flat as possible to check if a foreign object in the respiratory tract is blocking his breathing....

Xiao Mo did as he said.

"Brother, do you feel that something is blocking the airway?"

Kazama Tsuru's face was pale and scary, his eyes were blank and his head was half lying on the chair, and Xiao Wei said it several times before finally having a little reaction.

Poof!

Needless to say, a mouthful of blood directly explains everything.

Xiao Wei's pupils shrank suddenly, and he hurriedly helped him up and patted his back.

Soon, several mouthfuls of blood spat out, dyeing the entire study red.

The original ink fragrance was mixed with the smell of blood, and the calm color of the study was mixed with an incomparably bright red.

"I... I'm okay, I'm okay... Little mourning, don't, don't worry..."

Kazama Tsuru had a few strands of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, and his hair was slightly messy.

The corner of his mouth hangs, saying that it is a smile, it is better to say that he forcibly hooked the corner of his mouth, bringing out a touch of arc.

That feeling of holding on is really helpless.

Xiao Wei was originally worried about him, but he was still trying to laugh when he saw him like this, but he was a little helpless.

"Don't laugh if you're not comfortable, anyway, I know that you won't be okay, at most it will be uncomfortable."

Kazama Tsuru allowed Xiao Mo to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth with a piece of paper, and although the smile on his face was very shallow and reluctant, he still tried to hang it.

"I'm afraid you're worried."

Xiao Wei opened his mouth casually, as if he did not have any fluctuations in his heart because of this sentence.

But her action of serving the water obviously stopped for a moment, which showed that this girl's heart was not as calm as she appeared on the surface.

"No, you just take care of yourself, Mr. Famous Writer only needs to take medicine well, there are so many illnesses, and I won't always worry."

Tsuru Kazama: ......

This is not something he can control....

As for taking medicine or something....

This can't, absolutely not!!

......

Anyway, daily life is like being sick but not taking medicine.

Two people and a cat still lived in this house that was not too big or small, and soon it was time for Kazama Tsuru and the principal to go to the school for a lecture.

"Come back early, if you see something wrong, remember to leave early, don't harm others."

Kazama Tsuru has black lines all over his head.

What is "don't harm other people", those cases obviously happened because of Conan!!

But he had no chance to explain, and after Xiao Wei said that sentence, he directly closed the door, leaving Kazama Tsuru in a daze at the gate.

This guy....

With a helpless smile, Kazama Tsuru turned around and walked straight outside.

Kyoto University is still some distance from his home, and a taxi is obviously the most convenient way.

Beckoning a taxi on call, it didn't take long for him to look at the scenery for a while, and Kyoto University had arrived.

The beautiful four Chinese fonts (fog) are neatly arranged on the right side of the school entrance, and through the spacious main entrance, you can see the huge trees and the clock in the distance.

The campus is always full of youth and scholarship, and just a few steps into the main entrance, Kazama Tsuru has already seen several figures hurriedly walking by with books.

There are people chatting and laughing everywhere, and the aroma of books and paper is everywhere.

The fresh clothes and the innocent smiling faces on everyone's faces are very different from the world outside the school gates.

"Kazama-san?"

Just as Kazama Tsuru was admiring the scenery that he had not seen for a long time, a somewhat cautious voice came from the side.

He turned his head to look over, and it was a middle-aged man dressed very formally.

This middle-aged man is dressed in a neat suit, the tie is in the middle, the clothes do not have a trace of curls and folds, the hair and beard are very clean, not a little greasy, making people feel good when they look at it.

"Yes, I am. Are you..." "

Ah! Sure enough, I didn't admit my mistake! I am the professor in charge of receiving you this time, and we have contacted you on the phone before, my name is Fujiwara Matsu.

"Oh, it's Professor Fujiwara?! I didn't expect you to be so..." "

So young? Hahaha, I do have a relatively old voice. "

Indeed... To be honest, before actually meeting this Professor Fujiwara, he was an image of an elder with gray hair in Kazama Tsuru's heart.

I didn't expect to actually meet, and his age seemed to be 45 at most.