Meanwhile...
In the quiet infirmary of Blue Star's Supernatural General Administration, Bai Yi lay peacefully on a hospital bed with a huge lump on his head and a (꒪Д꒪) expression, having been pumped full of two hefty injections of sedative. Beside him, an IV steadily dripped glucose into his veins.
There was no one else in the room. It was exceptionally quiet.
He really was exhausted. Ever since he had last summoned his Big Brother and gotten a scolding, he had been training desperately, neglecting food and sleep. After what had happened last time, he had come to understand just how weak he was.
He really didn't want to hold Big Brother back anymore, or be a coward who could do nothing when it mattered most.
Everyone in the General Administration had witnessed how hard he had been working lately.
His hellish training had squeezed out almost all his leisure time, and even eating and sleeping had been compressed into fewer than four hours a day.
Drip-drip-
The sedatives were still working.
As technology advanced, medical care within the General Administration had also made great strides. Sedative injections, for example, were now fully automated. Once the computer detected that your agitation had exceeded a certain threshold, the system would automatically inject the appropriate medication to keep you calm.
The reason was, of course, very simple.
None of the people in their General Administration were ordinary. They dealt with demons, monsters, ghosts, and evil spirits beyond human imagination. One moment of carelessness was all it took for those things to affect your mind and drive you mad. Many Witchers in the General Administration had departed this world for good that way.
He had already received two injections of sedative.
That was a baboon's dose.
So he was very calm now, as