Dian endured the pain and walked expressionlessly through the Infirmary door. The small room held no smell of disinfectant; instead, two enticing fragrances filled the air.
Damn it.
Are you sure this is a proper infirmary and not a gathering place for degenerate women?
Still, it had nothing to do with him.
Straight men and women really had it rough these days. First came lesbians dancing around, then cross-dressing beauties running wild.
Dian gave the room a quick once-over. The area to his left appeared to be for resting, with three beds arranged inside. The innermost one was screened off by a white curtain, though he could faintly make out two figures entangled behind it.
Still,
there was nothing worth paying attention to.
He walked straight toward the office area on the right and saw a glass cabinet packed with medicine.
Good, good. Even if this infirmary had become some pervert's base for ravaging innocent flowers, at least it still had some medicine.
Then again, she might be planning to make something dangerous with it, like a certain scumbag father.
Dian immediately took out a bottle of the common painkiller Fulin Tading and swallowed a tablet. Hmm, no effect.
He swallowed another...
Eventually, he stared at the empty bottle before him.
This couldn't be fucking counterfeit medicine, could it?!
Even if Fuli Tading was only a mediocre painkiller, it should not have had absolutely no effect.
Besides, he had swallowed an entire bottle!
Clutching his neck, Dian took a deep breath, then went to close the door.
He then sat in the chair at the desk. There was nothing else to do; he would just have to endure it and wait for things to settle down.
Although that Snivy had bitten him, fortunately, it had not injected any venom... Otherwise,