Chapter 151

Fortunately, she just fell.

Sakurajima Mai was more afraid of fainting, falling into a coma from the fever, having a febrile convulsion, or even dying!

Taking deep breaths, the pungent smell of disinfectant in the air stimulated Sakurajima Mai.

Struggling to crawl up, Sakurajima Mai glanced around and saw a broom in the corner.

She tremblingly moved over like an old grandmother over seventy, grabbed the broom as a cane, and walked toward the pharmacy.

She was in a state of absolute invisibility and could easily get any medicine.

As for the unexplained loss of medicine and the inventory, Sakurajima Mai couldn't help it.

Besides, there must be surveillance in the pharmacy.

The pharmacy nurse or person in charge shouldn't be punished; it would just be a small trouble.

On the other side.

Kitakami Yoru got his check-up report.

He was actually sick.

Some hypoglycemia; the doctor was stunned by how fast he lost weight.

He wrote a slip and told him to go to the pharmacy to buy a box of glucose supplements.

"Just hypoglycemia."

Kitakami Yoru walked toward the pharmacy while taking a picture to send to his father to put him at ease.

He was very healthy, full of vitality...

On the way to the pharmacy.

Sakurajima Mai was getting more and more tired, coughed violently, and fell onto the cold, dirty floor again.

"Eh?"

Kitakami Yoru heard the movement, turned back, and recognized Sakurajima Mai.

Watching her constantly clutching her chest, coughing violently, her neck flushed red.

The surrounding patients turned a blind eye.

Kitakami Yoru didn't notice anything strange at first, walked toward Sakurajima Mai in large strides, and squatted gently in front of her.

In her blurred vision, the light in front of Sakurajima Mai dimmed.

With a high fever, she was slow to react and was about to faint.

"Sakurajima Mai, what's wrong?"

Kitakami Yoru reached out his hand, shaking it hesitantly, not knowing whether to help Sakurajima Mai up.

After all, from a mental standpoint, he still carried a bit of his former self.

He needed someone to tell him that he was no longer a disgusting, dead fat otaku.

"You... cough cough... you can see me, and you know who I am?"

At one sentence, a miracle happened; Sakurajima Mai suddenly raised her head, adrenaline secreted rapidly, giving her a shot of adrenaline.

Even if the King of Hell came, he would have to wait for the adrenaline to fade before reaping the patient's life.

Sakurajima Mai emerged with a burst of strength, propped herself up to a half-kneel, her eyes flickered, and she regained clarity.

"What did you say?"

Kitakami Yoru asked back subconsciously.

"I... I..."

Following that was an incredibly excited Sakurajima Mai, who even forgot how to speak.

It must be said that Sakurajima Mai's state at this moment was truly incredibly magical.

If it could be controlled at will, or if Kitakami Yoru could drive Sakurajima Mai to use her magical abilities.

Never mind simple revenge on the young lady of the massive Shuchiin family, Shinomiya Kaguya.

That would be: whoever she wants to die, dies!

Essential for murder and looting.

Killing the US President is no different from killing a stranger.

It's just an extra step of taking a plane.

Sakurajima Mai didn't answer for a long time, so Kitakami Yoru gently pressed the back of his hand against her forehead.

"You're burning up~"

16: Rumors at Shuchiin!

Letting a stranger she just met touch her body..

In normal times, Sakurajima Mai would definitely dodge in advance and be angry about it.

Now, she was incredibly grateful, excited, and lucky...

The emotion of surviving a disaster welled up from the deepest part of her heart!

Not only because she was sick, but also because someone could see, recognize, and touch her!

The effect of the adrenaline gradually revealed itself.

Sakurajima Mai's body temporarily forgot the symptoms of the high fever, allowing her to regain a little strength, and she stood up using the broom on the floor.

"Cough cough... you really can see me?"

Sakurajima Mai coughed twice with a sticky throat and carefully sized up Kitakami Yoru, who was wearing a mask in front of her.

"What on earth are you talking about?"

"Your head is so hot, is no one with you?"

Kitakami Yoru held his hands in the air to prevent Sakurajima Mai from falling, so he could catch her in time.

"First... come with me first... let's go to a remote place to talk..."

Sakurajima Mai's gaze swept over Kitakami Yoru's hands, remembering that he had also used the back of his hand to touch her forehead just now; it was very polite.

Naturally, she thought Kitakami Yoru was a person who knew boundaries and could be trusted a little.

Her current state was very dangerous.

Not talking about the fever.

But that in the whole world, besides the man in front of her who could discover and touch her, there was no one else.

What if...

He harbored evil intentions and did something to her, Sakurajima Mai would rather die.

"Okay."

Kitakami Yoru withdrew his hand and followed Sakurajima Mai with a strange expression.

Fortunately, the surrounding patients didn't pay too much attention to him.

Otherwise, he would probably be treated as a patient who ran out of the psychiatric department.

Sakurajima Mai, under the effect of adrenaline, soon arrived at a remote corner near the restroom and sat down staggeringly.

Kitakami Yoru strode over, watched Sakurajima Mai sit down, and sat beside her while taking off his mask.

Sakurajima Mai was stunned for a moment, and everything she wanted to say was forgotten.

The Kitakami Yoru in front of her was too good-looking.

But it was only for a moment of distraction; Sakurajima Mai looked into Kitakami Yoru's eyes, bit her pale lips, and spoke slowly.

Her parched mouth and hoarse throat felt like they were being cut by a knife.

"Don't be in a hurry, does your throat hurt?"

Kitakami Yoru comforted Sakurajima Mai, easing her emotions.

Hesitating for a moment, he chose to use mind-reading.

Sakurajima Mai nodded, and the wariness in her eyes was not as strong as before.

This is the benefit of being good-looking!

If the current Kitakami Yoru were replaced by a disgusting, lecherous uncle, or some other dead fat otaku.

What would Sakurajima Mai's reaction be?

"I will help you, do you remember me?"

Kitakami Yoru read her mind, felt Sakurajima Mai's complex emotions, was stunned for a few seconds, and then spoke.

First, he had to make Sakurajima Mai feel at ease.