Gin looked Vodka over. "..." It sounded somewhat reasonable at first, but on closer thought, no suspicion arose out of thin air. Since Vermouth had noticed something off about Vodka and deliberately mentioned it... then at least one of those two had a problem.
Vermouth was far away from him, though; if she had a problem, it was someone else's problem. But this assistant at his side... any potential danger had to be nipped in the bud.
Gin lit a cigarette and pondered for quite a while. Then, under Vodka's uneasy gaze, he said, "I remember having you investigate a psychiatrist a few days ago. How did it go?"
Vodka: "..." If I'm not mistaken, that was the psychiatrist The Boss asked you, big brother, to investigate, right? How did it end up being handed to me... And speaking of which, was he asking about the doctor's results, or mine?
He grumbled inwardly, but respectfully replied, "My deepest apologies. I've been far too busy lately, so I, I haven't had time to go yet..."
Gin understood at once and sneered. Refusing treatment out of fear of illness—this underling's chances of having a problem had risen.
Vodka boldly tried to interpret Gin's expression, and his scalp instantly went numb. He blurted out, "I'll go tomorrow!"
...The reason he had put off seeing a psychiatrist was not because he thought there was anything wrong with his mental state. It was because Doctors always seemed far too easily connected to Uzo, especially psychiatrists.
But if he still refused to go now, he might end up stepping onto Uzo's sinister stage in another way.
Vodka silently made a little straw doll of Uzo in his heart, then tearfully accepted this dangerous mission of seeing a Doctor.
However, Vodka soon discovered that the possible