Vodka picked up the Sealed Bag Dr. Heishan handed him.
Just then, someone else swaggered into the Ward.
Vodka froze, looking up warily, then discovered in surprise that it was Dr. Shirai—the slacker Dr. Heishan had finally tracked down, presumably because Vodka's previous insistence had paid off.
The slacker's work attitude was as perfunctory as ever today. Dr. Shirai casually looked Vodka over. "How have you been feeling lately?"
At the sight of this detestable guy, Vodka could not help grinding his teeth. "..." Terrible. The kind of terrible that makes me want to put a bullet through your forehead.
Without waiting for an answer, Dr. Shirai smiled and continued, "Actually, there's no need for you to keep looking for me. Mr. Heishan here is skilled enough to handle your condition—though more importantly, Heishan is incredibly petty. Keep bringing me up in front of him, and you'd better watch out for him holding a grudge."
The moment Vodka heard the words "hold a grudge," he immediately became alert. "?!"
Dr. Shirai, however, lacked that level of awareness. Ever since deciding to change jobs, he had felt completely relaxed and could not be bothered to maintain a doctor's stiff, serious image any longer.
He patted his colleague on the shoulder and cheerfully joked with the patient before him. "Haha, though compared to you, he probably hates me more—heard you barely count as a Detective. If I die one day, just arrest Heishan directly. You definitely won't be wrong!"
Vodka: "..."
Th-this is the doctor the Organization chose for Uzo? Who exactly picked him? Do they have any eye for people at all?! This doctor has death written all over his face!
And...
He did not even need to count. One sweep of his gaze told him there were currently four people