Angel himself did not even know what had caused Gloria's illness, so how could he possibly know how to save her?
But Angel was not fighting alone now.
Wasn't Spotty Dog here?
The reason he had left the observation pavilion only to turn back was because he had thought of this. If no one else could treat these patients with madness, then before Spotty Dog left, he should see whether it had any solution.
At Angel's urging, the drowsy Spotty Dog opened its dark, innocent eyes.
That bewildered little expression made it hard for Rhein and the others to imagine that this was a powerful mysterious creature.
No matter how they looked at it, it was just an adorable little dog, wasn't it?
"Wang Wang?" Its voice was soft and sweet as well.
Angel looped both hands around Spotty Dog's front legs, lifted it up, and turned it around so that its gaze fell squarely on the transparent box containing Gloria.
"Take a look for me. Is there any way to cure this madness of hers?" Angel leaned close to Spotty Dog's ear and spoke softly.
The others: "..." Now they understood Angel's plan. Clearly, he wanted to pluck one last handful of dog fur before Spotty Dog left.
Spotty Dog faced Gloria for several seconds, then turned its head away in speechless disdain and barked twice.
Though none of them understood what the barks meant, they could all sense Spotty Dog's contempt: This?
"Can it be cured?" Angel lifted Spotty Dog until they were looking at each other.
Spotty Dog truly did not want to answer such a simple question, but Angel was staring directly at it, and it could not very well avoid his gaze. It could only whimper before slowly spitting a green point of light from