"Doctor, there's nothing wrong with me, is there?"
Paris, Saint Mary's Hospital. Viede tapped his temples and shook his dizzy head, looking hopefully at the doctor in the white coat.
For some reason, he had had no appetite these past two days. He also constantly felt dizzy and lightheaded, along with some nausea.
These were not good signs. He had never experienced them before. He considered himself quite healthy, the sort of person who did not even catch a cold twice a year, yet this abnormal condition had appeared.
"Have you been anywhere recently?" the doctor asked as he looked over the examination report.
"A week ago, I went to the United States for an economic forum. I'm a journalist. Since returning from the interview, I've been on vacation and haven't gone to many places," Viede said.
"Have you eaten anything unusual?"
"No. My daily diet has always been consistent." Viede shook his head. "Do I have some kind of illness?"
"Based on the preliminary diagnosis, I haven't found any illness in you. It could be due to a disrupted routine lately, or lingering effects from jet lag. You may be fine after resting for a couple of days," the doctor said.
"Is that so?" Viede felt greatly relieved. "Then I'll be more careful these next few days."
Taking the examination form from the doctor, Viede had just stood up when the world suddenly spun around him, and he collapsed headfirst.
Seeing this, the doctor in charge turned pale. He hurriedly caught him and shouted to his assistant nurse, "Damn it, come help! I need to examine him again."
The doctor sounded unsettled. He was certain he had not misdiagnosed him, so why had this happened?
Tokyo, Japan.
Iijima Shin dragged his suitcase out through the airport passageway. The