How can I live next to Conan when I vomit blood from time to time?

Feng Jianhe lived alone in this strange hospital. He also found a nurse to take care of him, but the nurse was quiet and not as interesting as Xiaoyu.

Feng Jianhe rarely communicated with the nurse. He was reading most of the time.

In fact, he wanted to be discharged from the hospital a long time ago. Even if he couldn't be discharged, he wanted to transfer to another hospital to a place he was familiar with.

But……

"No! You fainted twice in a short period of time before, and your physical condition is not stable yet. Didn’t the doctor also say that a little stimulation can easily cause serious complications! This place is far from Kyoto. If you transfer to another hospital, something might happen!"

"Hey, I don't mean to curse you, but Fengjian, your health is really bad. If something happens on the way, I will have to trouble you again! Even if I can't help, the anxiety and worry are enough! Can you really bear to let me……"

""Okay, okay, Igarashi, I won't go."

Feng Jianhe was finally nagging by this guy and had no idea what to do.

Forget it, I'll just stay here.

"By the way, Igarashi, I heard from the nurse that Xiaolan had been taking care of me. Later, she went to school, and I asked the nurse to take care of her for a while. Where have you been for such a long time?"

Fengjianhe just wanted to interrupt this guy's mumbling and casually opened a new topic, but... looking at Igarashi's expression, it seems that there is something else behind this matter?

Igarashi Yang looked hesitant, and finally sighed. His dissatisfied mumbling expression also sank, and became a lot more serious.

He looked at Fengjianhe's pale and handsome face seriously.

"I'm going to do something, but you'd better not know about it."

Feng Jianhe looked at him strangely for a few times. It was rare to see him so serious and solemn. Although he couldn't help being curious, he nodded.

He changed the subject casually.

"So, have you decided where to go next? If you want to find inspiration to write a book, just watching the festival is definitely not enough.

Changing to a lighter topic, Igarashi smiled again, sitting next to the bed with a sunny smile.

"Are you still thinking about going somewhere else? But I believe you will be fine in a few days. It makes sense to think about it now. Hey, how about going to a remote island? I heard that many islands are developing tourism recently, which should be very good.……"

Feng Jianhe looked at him with a faint smile. He smiled and talked, and felt very relaxed.

In this strange world, it seems not bad to have such a good friend.

The sunlight shone through the narrow gaps between the leaves, passed through the window, and shone on the side of Igarashi's face. Half of his face was warm and soft under the sunlight, and his black hair was also covered with a layer of golden color.

……

Time took away the leaves, brought the years, and also brought a little drizzle.

Kazama Tsuru's health gradually improved, and he was finally discharged from the hospital and returned to his own small house in Beika Town.

Igarashi also returned to his home and finally started to work as an editor.

Because Kazama Tsuru began to provide manuscripts, his editing life became happy again. He slacked off at work all day, and occasionally ran to Kazama Tsuru during working hours.

Kazama Tsuru picked up a stack of newspapers on the table and pulled out a random one to read.

During his hospitalization, he collected a lot of newspapers.

What caught his eye was a big headline about a bank robbery.

Miyano Akemi...