Conan: After teaching the protagonist, they offered their loyalty.

Gin lowered his head slightly, ignoring vodka.

Perhaps because he was sick, he was not in the mood to speak.

The scene that had just unfolded was replaying in my mind...

Immense strength, lightning agility, unparalleled stance, terrifying aura...

The man sitting next to me seemed to be a magician, or perhaps a witcher.

He vaguely remembered that when he was a child, that gentleman told him... that there was a group of magicians in this world who could shake the world.

They can command the wind and rain, and are omnipotent.

However, every living thing has its natural enemies.

Thus, the Witcher appeared. They were beings similar to sorcerers, but immune to magic, and in return, possessed superhuman physical strength.

The Witcher believes that the existence of sorcerers has hindered the development of humanity.

The magician, on the other hand, thought the witcher was meddling in other people's business.

Then... the two sides have been fighting since the Middle Ages, and as time has passed... they have both suffered heavy losses, magic has gradually collapsed, and the Witcher has disappeared.

This story had a profound impact on him during his childhood.

Upon closer reflection, it seems that the gentleman also firmly believed this.

Clearly, the purpose of that gentleman gathering so many researchers was to obtain this kind of strange power, or something similar to it.

He had previously conducted drug tests, but not on guinea pigs; he tested drugs that had already proven successful.

Since then, his strength, agility, and thinking have all surpassed those of normal people.

This also caused his hair to turn from blonde to silver.

Thinking of this, Gin suddenly grabbed Fukushiro's left hand without warning.

"What's wrong?" Fuhei Shen'er frowned and looked at Gin.

Has Gin lost his mind?

"It's nothing..." Gin withdrew his hand after confirming that there was indeed no wound on the other person's right hand and that it was not a trick.

He did not intend to report this matter to that gentleman.

That gentleman probably already knew.

This was neither disloyalty nor betrayal, and the gentleman had never given any order to report to him if he encountered a witcher or sorcerer.

Fukushi glanced at Gin, who had closed his eyes and remained silent, his lips twitched, and he turned his head away.

“Wow, Cointreau, you’re really tolerant of your older brother,” Vodka said. “I thought you would definitely beat him up.”

Gin, who had just closed his eyes: "........."

If Vodka wants him dead, he should just say so.

“Your older brother is very tolerant of you.” Fuheshel glanced at Vodka.

"Huh? I didn't feel anything," Vodka retorted. "I was eating Doritos in the car when my brother beat me up and docked my pay."

"Shut up, Vodka." Gin weakly opened his eyes and glared at Vodka. "If you were the one cleaning the car, you can eat whatever you want."

Fuhei glanced at Gin, his extraordinary perception revealing that Gin's body temperature was abnormally high.

He took out his phone and dialed Chengshi's number. "Hey, where are you right now?"

"I'm at the clinic right now." Cheng Shi's heart skipped a beat when she realized it was Fu Heishen calling.

But hearing that the other person's voice was strong and didn't sound injured, I breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's good. I'll be there soon." Fuheshen nodded.

“Okay…” Narumi obediently agreed, “I’ll wait for you to come over.”

Gin glanced at Junto with drooping eyelids, gave a cold snort, and said nothing.

.........

Outside the clinic, Narumi sat on the steps with her hands cupping her face.

I glanced at the passing vehicles outside every now and then.

'Why aren't they here yet? Did they get into a car accident?'

He then shook his head vigorously, trying to shake off the unsettling thought.

Didi...

At that moment, a black Porsche 356A stopped at the entrance.

Cheng Shi quickly stood up and walked to the side of the car.

After seeing Fuheshen get out of the car, I breathed a sigh of relief. "Shen'er, are you sick?"

“It wasn’t me.” Fuhe Shen glanced at Gin, who was sitting in the car, seemingly unconscious or asleep.

Chengshi glanced into the car and saw a woman wearing a top hat, with long silver hair, fair skin, and looking somewhat frail, asleep against the back of the seat.

However, because of the car window, Narumi couldn't tell the gender and subconsciously assumed that the other person was a woman.

"Is she Shen'er's girlfriend?" Chengshi blinked and asked.

"Huh?!" Vodka blushed. "No, my brother is a man, he just likes to have long hair."

Vodka didn't explain anything, but gestured for Vodka to take Gin to the clinic.

Vodka nodded, opened the car door, and helped the somewhat dizzy Gin into the clinic.

Upon entering the clinic, Gin groggily opened his eyes. "Where am I?"

"Vodka's girlfriend's clinic, right?" Vodka asked, somewhat uncertainly.

"What girlfriend? No way!" Cheng Shi blushed and waved her hand.

Fuheshchen: =_=

.........

After measuring his temperature, Gin's temperature was found to be as high as 45 degrees Celsius.

Normally, at this temperature, a person would have died long ago, but Gin is still sober enough to do a mission.

He truly deserves to be called a model worker.

Narumi hung up the IV drip, then, carrying cotton swabs, iodine, rubber bands, and medical tape, walked over to Gin's side.

However, Gin remained somewhat unmoved.

Considering that the other person was on the verge of falling asleep, Fuheshel approached Gin and said, "Hold out your hand."

Hearing a somewhat indifferent yet familiar breath in his ear, Gin obediently reached out his hand without any suspicion.

After disinfecting, Narumi inserted the needle into Gin's body without any obstruction.

Vodka couldn't help but purse his lips when he saw this.

I don't know if my brother is delirious from the fever or if he's gained a lot of goodwill from Cointreau.

The eldest brother usually doesn't get sick often, and even if he does... he still has to go through all sorts of tests and have his identity verified, even with the doctors within the organization providing him with medical care.

All the IV fluids and medications administered need to be tested.

The eldest brother, who is clearly very strong, is overly cautious.

But it's different here at Cointreau...

Hmm, I don't know if it's just my imagination, but ever since Jundo joined the organization, Big Brother has become increasingly strange.

"Mr. Uozuka, Mr. Shinobu, have you eaten yet?" Narumi asked with a smile after finishing the acupuncture. "Shall I cook for you?"

"Ah, I haven't eaten yet." Vodka scratched his head shyly, his cheeks slightly flushed. "Then I'll trouble you."

"Make more, I'm a little hungry." Unlike the shy Vodka, Fuheshel completely treated this place as his own home, sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed.

Cheng Shi nodded and walked into the kitchen.

His parents left him a large clinic, where he could live a normal life without any problems.