In the hospital restroom, Kallen was washing his hands. He did not think they were particularly dirty, nor did he feel disgusted. Anyone who had truly cared for an elderly person or stayed in a hospital to look after a patient would consider this nothing out of the ordinary.
He left the restroom and returned to the ward. Golden Retriever was dozing, and Alfred had fallen asleep too.
Kallen leaned against the wall with his head lowered, replaying the gunman's shots and the subsequent tram explosion in his mind.
Since he had layered several defenses over himself from the outset, blocking his view, he could hardly expect to recall anything particularly thrilling. Still, this incident indirectly proved just how practical the spells Puer and Kevin had originally selected for him to learn were.
Alfred had been burned so badly, yet Kallen was essentially unharmed. Even the little girl crunching away on potato chips had been fine.
After all, rather than lying there receiving the "ointment" himself, Kallen would much rather be the one helping apply it.
He remained in that position, lost in thought for a long time. It was not exhaustion; he simply wanted to empty his mind for a while.
Coming back to himself, Kallen opened the ward door. He wanted to buy some food, though he did not know whether the hospital had a cafeteria. He would have to find out first.
"Hello, could you tell me where Mr. Alfred's room is?"
"Xili." Kallen waved toward the nurses' station.
"Young master."
Seeing Kallen, Xili immediately ran over, beads of sweat on her forehead and Puer perched on her shoulder.
"Young master, go home and rest. I can stay here and look after Mr. Alfred."
"Take this money. There may be more fees to pay. You can