"I understand everything you said... I'm truly flattered to have caught the eye of Beika Batman himself."
Vermouth smiled and struggled to get up from the ground, but after trying, she plopped back down with a thud, sitting there like a duck. In the end, she could only helplessly turn a pleading gaze toward Fujino. "But since I still have some use to you, surely you wouldn't have the heart to watch me bleed out and die in the wilderness, would you?"
"At least give me a hand?"
Fujino silently extended his hand and pulled Vermouth up from the ground.
At the same time, his grip on her hand tightened slightly.
Vermouth's brows immediately furrowed, but she made no sound.
Fujino let go and took out a large pair of tweezers, gauze, and hydrogen peroxide from his Pocket Dimension, tossing them to her. "I've prepared the gauze, tweezers, and peroxide. Pull out the bullet fragments lodged in your body yourself. But since you're so good at enduring pain, I suppose there's no need for painkillers?"
"You really don't know how to treat a woman gently..."
Vermouth felt deeply resentful over his repeated teasing as she complained and accepted the medicine and tools.
Then she reached out and lifted her dark blue knitted sweater, revealing her bloodstained lower abdomen.
But just as she had pulled her clothes halfway off, she suddenly remembered something. She stared directly at Fujino, who was standing in front of her, and reminded him, "Don't you plan on looking away?"
"You old woman, and here you are acting shy. I don't have any strange thoughts about Old Auntie's body."
Fujino crossed his arms and clicked his tongue, giving her an utterly impassive look as he asked, "Besides, if I turned around, who knows whether you'd pull out