i am just a student? in Conan world

"It looks like your elbow is dislocated."

Fujino rubbed his chin and began recalling his medical knowledge. "Anywhere else that hurts?"

"My ankle."

Hattori Heiji, seeing Fujino's professional demeanor, answered.

"Hmm, it doesn't seem to be fractured."

Fujino thought for a moment, reached into his pocket, and pulled out 1,000 yen from his portable space. "Conan, can you check if there's a nearby pharmacy? Get some hydrogen peroxide, alcohol, and gauze."

"Hey..."

Conan gave Fujino a speechless look. "You're not going to..."

"I just happen to know a bit of medicine. Hattori's injury isn't too serious, I can handle it."

With that, Fujino placed his hand on Hattori Heiji's wrist, smiling slightly. "My grip might be a bit strong, so brace yourself."

"You studied medicine?"

Hattori Heiji looked confused. "Brace myself for what?"

Fujino didn't answer his question; he just applied force with his hand.

*Crack!*

The bone made a crisp sound.

"Ah!"

The shout echoed through the area as Hattori cried out.

"Didn't I tell you to brace yourself?"

Fujino looked at the grimacing Hattori Heiji with a deadpan expression.

Hattori was helpless. "It really hurt..."

"When I got hit by a truck, I was in a worse state than you."

Fujino started bragging about his past. "Back then, I didn't make a sound."

"Really?"

Hattori Heiji looked skeptical.

Then again, considering Fujino had amnesia after being hit, he probably did suffer more. Maybe Fujino wasn't exaggerating.

"Why would I lie to you?"

Fujino glanced at him, sounding quite confident.

Yes, he really didn't make a sound.

He was knocked out immediately.

— They weren't talking about the same thing at all.

Hattori Heiji laughed. "So, could you be a bit gentler?"

"No."

Fujino's face turned cold as he reached for Heiji's ankle.

*Crack!*

Another bone was reset with a crisp sound.

Hattori let out a muffled scream but covered his mouth halfway through, tears welling up in his eyes.

"This guy is definitely getting revenge."

Conan watched as Hattori was treated to the point of tears, swallowing hard.

But revenge for what?

Was it for that time they had sat back and watched something unfold? Fujino sure knows how to hold a grudge...

Conan glanced sympathetically at Hattori Heiji.

Then he remembered—wait, didn't he also sit back and watch? No way... Fujino wouldn't pick on a kid, would he?

"Conan, little brother, what are you spacing out for?"

Just then, Fujino turned to Conan, smiling. "Go buy the medicine."

"I'm going right now!"

Conan snapped out of it, grabbing the pigeon and running off, worried that Fujino might decide to reset his bones too.

...

When Conan returned with the supplies, he witnessed an unbelievable scene.

Fujino was standing by, wearing white gloves, while Hattori Heiji lay on the ground drenched in sweat, tears of regret streaming from his eyes.

If only... he hadn't pushed himself so hard on that extreme bike ride.

Conan handed the supplies to Fujino.

Then came the round of hydrogen peroxide and alcohol. Bubbles formed, followed by Hattori's blood-curdling screams.

[Detected medical treatment behavior]

[Congratulations, host, you've gained 100 points of proficiency in the Doctor profession.]

"That should about do it."

Fujino wiped away nonexistent sweat, feeling quite satisfied.

Hattori Heiji, meanwhile, sat on the ground, close to tears.

Conan was now sure of it.

— Fujino was absolutely taking revenge!

"It doesn't hurt anymore..."

Hattori stood up, moved his body, and clicked his tongue in amazement.

He had thought Fujino was taking revenge.

Turns out, he was wrong.

He felt a bit guilty.

"But speaking of which, Fujino, where did you learn medicine?"

Hattori Heiji asked, confused.

They were all high school detectives, so how did Fujino know medical skills so well?

And this technique seemed to be traditional Chinese medicine, which was rare in Japan.

Conan also looked at Fujino, puzzled.

"I learned my medical skills from an old man I met while mountain climbing a long time ago. He taught me a lot, but after a month of teaching me, he disappeared."

Fujino casually explained based on his memory.

"An old man, huh?"

The two nodded in thought.

...

Later, an ambulance arrived and took Hattori Heiji away.

Fujino and Conan returned to the Suzuki Art Museum.

Back at the museum, they ran into Suzuki Shirou's secretary, Nishino Masato.

Besides Nishino, there were two people negotiating with him: a young woman and an elderly man with graying hair.

The woman wore a light blue-green fitted dress with a white coat draped over her shoulders, carrying a shoulder bag. Her hair was a light brown, almost blonde, and her eyes were gray, similar to Urara Aoko's.

The elderly man wore a formal black suit, likely a butler.

"Mr. Nishino."

Fujino greeted as he approached with Conan.

"Detective Fujino."

Nishino greeted him respectfully. "We've received word from Inspector Nakamori. Thanks to your plan, this operation was a great success."

"Just doing my job."

Fujino turned to the man and woman, asking, "And who are these two?"

"Hello, my name is Saka Natsumi."

Saka Natsumi introduced herself with a slight bow, then gestured to the elderly man beside her. "This is our family's butler, Mr. Zebei."

She then addressed Fujino and Nishino. "We have some matters concerning the Emperor's Easter Egg on display at this museum that we wish to discuss with Chairman Suzuki in person."

"Unfortunately, the Chairman just stepped out."

Nishino smiled. "If you have anything urgent, you can explain it to me, and I'll relay the message to the Chairman."

"But I'd really prefer to speak with him directly."

Saka Natsumi took a deep breath and pressed, "Could you call Chairman Suzuki for me?"

"Well..."

Masato Nishino gave an awkward smile: "The president is really unavailable right now..."

"Speaking of which, I recall Mr. Suzuki went out drinking with Uncle Mouri, didn't he?"

Fujino leaned close to Masato Nishino and whispered, "Could it be..."

"Yes."

Masato Nishino nodded helplessly, "The president and Mr. Mouri got drunk at the hotel..."

"Uh... let me explain."

Even though Fujino had pretty much figured it out, he still couldn't help feeling speechless.

No wonder he wasn't available—he was drunk.

As Suzuki Shirou's secretary, Masato Nishino naturally wouldn't let outsiders meet the drunken president.

But still, why would Suzuki Shirou get drunk with Uncle Mouri of all people? Could drunkenness be contagious?

"Miss Kosaka, the phantom thief Kaito Kid just attempted to steal the Emperor's Easter Egg today, and I was hired as the detective to protect it."

As he spoke, Fujino pulled out a business card and handed it to Natsumi Kosaka.

Natsumi Kosaka accepted the card.

It was a white card with the address and phone number of the detective agency in black print, along with Fujino's personal contact information and his name.

Fujino had these cards made before coming to Osaka, but never had the chance to hand one out—until now.

"Toji Fujino... is that your name?" Natsumi Kosaka murmured as she took the card.

"High school detective Fujino."

The butler beside her explained, "I've read about him in the newspapers. He's a famous detective who has thwarted Kaito Kid multiple times and solved several murder cases, as well as major crimes involving criminal organizations."

"That's me."

Fujino nodded and said, "Mr. Suzuki is very busy right now due to the Memories Egg, so he doesn't have time to meet you. If your visit is related to the Memories Egg, you can tell Mr. Nishino and me, and we'll pass the message along to the president."

"That's exactly it."

Natsumi Kosaka nodded and began to explain, "Actually, a few days ago, while I was sorting through my grandmother's belongings, I accidentally found a torn-up design drawing. The design on the drawing was identical to the Emperor's Easter Egg shown in this brochure."

As she spoke, she handed a brochure from the Suzuki Art Museum to Fujino and pulled out an old, torn design drawing from her pocket.

The drawing depicted half of the Memories Egg. The reason it was only half was because the entire drawing had been torn apart. At the bottom of the sketch, the words "Memories Egg" were written.

"This is indeed the Memories Egg," Masato Nishino commented while inspecting the sketch. "But why does this egg look slightly different from the one we have on display?"

"It was probably torn in half," Fujino examined the design, rubbing his chin. "Originally, it must have been a larger drawing with two eggs on it. After it was torn, only one egg remained. If you look closely, the part with the word 'Memories' is identical to the Memories Egg we know."

"I see," Masato Nishino said, following Fujino's explanation.

Conan also frowned slightly as he observed, eventually agreeing with Fujino's deduction.

In fact, Fujino didn't even need his memory to notice this; the mismatch between the two halves was obvious—one large, one small.

It made him wonder just how much someone would have to lower their intelligence not to see it.

After a moment of thought, Fujino continued, "If this design is authentic, then there should be two Memories Eggs. If there are two eggs, it wouldn't make sense to use the same design for both. So, the one I'm protecting is likely only one of the two."

"Two eggs?" Masato Nishino nodded. "If that's the case, then the Memories Egg must come in a pair, just as you said, Detective Fujino."

"But I have no idea if there's another Memories Egg in our family," Natsumi Kosaka said, confused. "And I didn't find another one in my grandmother's belongings."

"That's something we'll have to figure out," Fujino said, recalling his thoughts. "But perhaps we can find clues about the other egg from the one we already have."

Conan was puzzled and glanced up at Fujino.

Even though he also suspected there were two eggs, how could Fujino be so certain that there would be clues to the second egg on the first one? Was this another case of a detective's intuition? Damn, why didn't he have it?

After a brief conversation, Natsumi Kosaka gave her phone number to Fujino.

As for Masato Nishino, he planned to wait until tomorrow, after Suzuki Shirou had sobered up, to report this situation.

With that, Natsumi Kosaka and her butler left after receiving their answer. 

(End of the chapter)