Tok, to-ok.
The beep of the ECG and the plink of IV drops.
To an awakener with senses sharper than most, they rang clear. Jioh stared up at the bland hospital-room ceiling.
‘I hate hospitals.’
Still, whipping out magic in front of someone he wasn’t even that close to? Even more of a no-no. You put up with it.
That was why he’d followed the ambulance all the way here to the ER.
Yoon Iseo’s face, under the ventilator, was corpse-pale.
“Looks like a case of drug poisoning… Normally standard symptoms improve once we administer an Anti-Poison Potion Pack, but this is odd. We’ll need a senior Healer to take a look.”
The intern added that it didn’t seem to be a truly critical state.
It sounded like he was saying it for the sake of Yoon Gangjae, whose face looked even sicker than the patient’s.
Outside the room.
Crouched down, Yoon Gangjae said nothing. In just a few days he’d grown skin-and-bones.
He looked worse off than when he’d been trapped in that bug-ichor sac in the Jongno dungeon.
“Shouldn’t he be the…