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Chapter 237 I've Already Said I'm Not a Doctor

"Yeah, you're not a doctor." Vermouth replied perfunctorily, and then her worried eyes fell on Bertrand, who seemed to be sleeping soundly but just couldn't wake up, "So when will my little sweetheart wake up? Can you treat illnesses, you quack!"

Sekt: ...

I told you I'm not a doctor!!! I'm not!!

The door was suddenly pushed open and Gin walked in from outside. After looking at Bertrand, he shifted his gaze to Sekt. His cold eyes seemed to say that if you can't answer an exact time, you'll be dead.

"Boss asked you how long it would take for him to wake up."

Sekt: ...

I am just an ordinary researcher, how could I be so fortunate to receive the attention of so many superiors? I feel so much pressure.

"Ahem." He coughed in a serious tone and raised his hand to push up his frameless glasses that had slid down a little. "According to my observation, he should be waking up soon."

As for how fast, he was not sure.

Vermouth narrowed her eyes and stared at him for a few seconds, then she pushed her hair from her chest to her back and asked him in a questioning tone, "Are you sure?"

Sekt was a little embarrassed, "I..."

Before he could utter the words "Not so sure", the baby-faced boy on the bed suddenly coughed, and his fair cheeks turned a faint red.

Everyone turned their heads to look over, and saw the young boy, who had slept for nearly a day, sitting up while wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes. There was still confusion on his young face, and his already sweet voice sounded even softer as he had just woken up.

"Huh? Why are you guys getting together? Who's getting married?"

Everyone: "..."

Ignoring his last words, Vermouth sat down on the edge of the bed, held his face with both hands, and looked at him seriously.

"Sweetheart, are you feeling unwell? Are you in pain? Are you dizzy?"

Bertrand blinked his eyes. "No, I'm not feeling uncomfortable or having any pain anywhere. I just feel dizzy after waking up."

Vermouth exhaled and rubbed his head distressedly, "Why did you suddenly faint? Is there some reason that Sekte didn't check?"

As she spoke, her cold gaze swept over the innocent, weak and pitiful black-haired young man with silver eyes.

The corner of Sekt's mouth twitched, and he raised his hand and stretched out four fingers. "I guarantee on my reputation as a researcher that I definitely didn't miss anything! He is in very good health!"

Not only Vermouth, but also Vodka, Berry and others beside him looked at him suspiciously.

"Well, I felt a little pain in my heart when I felt dizzy." Bertrand rolled his eyes, thought for a moment and said, then raised his hand and made a dot gesture with his thumb and index finger.

"Heart?" Hearing his words, Vermouth looked at Sekt again with calm eyes.

Sekt: ...

Ah! Bertrand! You are my ancestor! Please stop talking! I am dying, dying, dying, dying!

Receiving his somewhat resentful and pitiful look of help, Bertrand smiled at him innocently, then tugged at Vermouth's sleeve.

"Sekt is right, I'm in great shape~" He patted his chest proudly, "I can run and jump, and even braid Qin-chan's hair!"

Gin, who had just returned from reporting the situation to Karasuma Renya, said: …

A tic-tac-toe pattern popped up on his clenched fist.