"No... no need. I only hope Rangiku can be cured."
Ichimaru Gin hurriedly refused.
"Are you really not going to consider it?"
Chiba Makoto spoke with some lingering reluctance.
After all, someone like Ichimaru Gin, whose facial ptosis was even worse than what textbooks described, was rather rare. Chiba Makoto's hands instinctively began to itch.
This was the classic case of a good doctor encountering a textbook illness. Not treating it would feel somewhat like betraying his profession.
"No, no need. I only want Rangiku cured."
Ichimaru Gin firmly held his ground, avoiding being led along by this guy and subjected to some training and modifications.
Chiba Makoto spoke softly as a physician, earnestly trying to soothe Ichimaru Gin's emotions as a patient.
"Don't worry. When I'm acting as a physician, I have moral boundaries. Since a patient I can help has appeared before me, I will definitely find a way to treat them. That little girl Rangiku is one such case, and so are you. That's why I wanted to treat you. Understand?"
Of course, when he was not in physician mode, Chiba Makoto admitted that his moral boundaries could sometimes be somewhat flexible.
When Ichimaru Gin heard that Chiba Makoto was willing to treat Matsumoto Rangiku, joy rose in his heart, but he shook his head like a rattle-drum.
"You really don't want it? I guarantee that after the treatment, your eyes will be prettier than those of ninety-nine percent of women." Chiba Makoto made one last unwilling confirmation.
At those words, Ichimaru Gin's pupils shook as he shook his head even faster.
Has this guy revealed his true colors?
He isn't planning to subject me to some terrible training and modifications, is he?
*No way, right? I just didn't watch where I was going and accidentally bumped