Walking corpse. I’ve heard that before. In this life—at Mount Hua—when I first came face to face with the Divine Doctor there.
It was what he said after taking my pulse. That I was nothing short of a walking corpse.
That someone on the verge of death—what was he doing here?
I never thought I’d hear those words again. In many ways, it’s strangely moving.
“Walking corpse, you say?”
Paejon, having heard that, scrunched up his face and asked the Divine Doctor.
“What do you mean by that?”
“What do I mean? Exactly what it sounds like. This brat’s a walking corpse. It’s a miracle he can even walk around.”
“…Oh.”
I let out a sound of admiration. It was almost exactly what I’d heard back then.
Back then too, he took my pulse and said it was a miracle I could walk around. If not that…
“Or should I say… he’s someone who could pop at any moment?”
Right. That’s exactly how he put it.
“Explain in detail.”
“What’s there to explain? If it’s you, you already know, don’t you? And yet you…