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Chapter 118

Chapter 118

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"After all, a person needs to learn to accept their own shortcomings. Everyone has a first time at things they aren't good at, like making medicine..." Ran Mouri pouted, her gaze fixed firmly on the floor. Conan, standing beside her, felt as though he had discovered something. After all, the last time he made that medicine, it turned out entirely green, and even he hadn't dared to drink it. Ran quickly changed the subject. "By the way, Dr. Asai, what made you think of coming here to work?"

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