Chapter 168

Fortunately, she just fell.

Sakurajima Mai was even more afraid of fainting, falling into a coma from the fever, having a febrile seizure, 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.

So she 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, the pharmacy must have surveillance.

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 physical exam report.

He was indeed sick.

He had some hypoglycemia, and the doctor was shocked by how fast he had lost weight.

He wrote a note for 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 dad to put his mind at ease.

He was very healthy, full of energy...

On the way to the pharmacy.

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

"Eh?"

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

Watching her constantly clutching her chest, coughing violently, and her neck turning bright red.

The surrounding patients turned a blind eye.

Kitakami Yoru didn't notice anything strange at first and walked toward Sakurajima Mai, gently squatting 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 with you?"

Kitakami Yoru reached out, shook his hand 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 hadn't been a disgusting fat otaku for a long time.

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

With one sentence, a miracle happened; Sakurajima Mai lifted her head abruptly, 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 harvesting the patient's life.

Sakurajima Mai surged 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, Sakurajima Mai was incredibly excited and even forgot how to speak.

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

If she could control it 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 huge Shuchiin family, Shinomya Kaguya.

That would be whoever she wanted to die would die!

Essential for killing and looting.

Killing the US President and killing a stranger would be no different.

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 so hot~"

16: Rumors at Shuchiin!

Letting a stranger she just met touch her body...

Under normal circumstances, Sakurajima Mai would have dodged in advance and been angry about it.

As she was now, she was incredibly grateful, excited, and fortunate...

The feeling of surviving a desperate situation 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 ground.

"Cough cough... can you really 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, preventing Sakurajima Mai from falling so he could catch her in time.

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

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

Naturally, she thought Kitakami Yoru was a relatively sensible person she could trust 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.

If...

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

"Okay."

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

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

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

Under the effect of the adrenaline, Sakurajima Mai 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 an instant, and all the words she wanted to say were forgotten.

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

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

Her dry mouth and hoarse throat felt like they had been 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 intense as before.

This is the benefit of being good-looking!

If the current Kitakami Yoru were replaced by a disgusting, lecherous middle-aged man, or some other 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 himself, and then spoke.

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