“Yeah, it’s quite intuitive—” Gwyn nodded and raised his left hand.
His sleeve slid down, revealing skin without a single abnormality, radiating the youth and vitality of a young person under the sunlight.
“Aren’t you going to congratulate me on finally escaping the threat of death completely?” Gwyn asked with a light laugh, watching Mobius, whose gaze had shifted to follow his movement.
“Hmph…” Mobius had originally wanted to say something else, but seeing Gwyn’s smiling face, she let out a light sigh— “You should indeed be congratulated…
at least you can get a good night’s sleep now.” “Congratulations to you too.
Congratulations to you, Doctor, for completing the cure of a patient with severe honkai sickness.” Gwyn smiled and said, “In this way, you can finally get a good night’s sleep.” “It wasn’t me who cured your illness; on the contrary, I’m even busier now.” Mobius curled the corner of her lips, but still shook her head, withdrew the blood collection tube from Gwyn’s hand, and gently shook it— “After all, with such obvious characteristics, all operations must be performed by me personally.” “Mrs.
Bianca and Klein can’t know?” Gwyn asked in surprise.
As far as he knew, there were very few people who understood Mobius, and those two happened to be among them.
“It’s best if they don’t know.” Mobius shook her head, put away that faint smile, and said coldly, “The Flame-Chasers are going downhill.
Those people have even resorted to bottomless human experiments just to prove that the Flame-Chasers still have value.
Under these circumstances, it is safest for them to know nothing.” “The Flame-Chasers are going downhill?” Mobius’s words were pressuring yet heartwarming, but Gwyn’s attention was drawn to another matter— In the Previous Era, the interval between the first few Herrschers didn’t seem to be as long as in the current civilization, which could span decades or more.
Logically, during the peak period of Herrschers, the Flame-Chasers, as the initial makeshift group, should have expanded rapidly, right?
“Surprised?
But that is the fact.
Even if the Flame-Chasers are going downhill, it can still make those people do all kinds of sensational things.” Mobius nodded and said in a deep voice.
“Alright…
Thank you, Doctor, for being willing to protect me.” Gwyn, filled with doubts, nodded and thanked her sincerely.
Deciding to learn more about the world, Gwyn’s curious gaze fell on the blood collection tube in Mobius’s hand— “By the way…
Doctor, why has my blood turned golden?
Weren’t those markings purple?” “Regarding this…
there is no clear result yet, and further research is needed.” Mobius didn’t just make something up, but shook her head seriously, “Regarding your honkai sickness, if anyone asks, I will claim that some kind of extreme therapy of mine might have had an effect, but you still suffer from significant aftereffects, so you are just a lucky survivor—” As she spoke, Mobius leaned forward slightly, bringing herself close to Gwyn, with only an inch between them— “Speaking of which, what did you feel last night?
When I arrived, your body temperature was already above 45 degrees, and your blood pressure was very high.” Although she accepted the narrative that she had cured Gwyn’s honkai sickness, Mobius was well aware that she had only helped stabilize his extreme vital signs; Gwyn had completely healed himself.
“Last night…” Gwyn’s gaze gradually drifted away— “I think I had a dream, and in a half-awake state, I felt very hot, so hot that I lost consciousness.
By the time I opened my eyes again, I saw you, Doctor, exhausted and sleeping by the bedside.” “A dream?
Do you remember roughly what the dream was about?” Mobius met Gwyn’s gaze again.
She wasn’t discouraged; instead, she showed a look of keen interest.
As one of the nominal veterans of the Flame-Chasers, Mobius had heard of some cults that worshipped the Honkai.
In such places, Gwyn’s situation might have led to him being regarded as a son of god.
Although she sneered at such cults, considering the miracle of Gwyn’s inexplicable recovery right before her eyes, Mobius was curious to hear what exactly was in Gwyn’s dream—perhaps some truths were hidden within it.
“I remember a little…” Gwyn didn’t know what Mobius was thinking, but he briefly recounted part of his experience in the dream.
“Hmm…” Mobius pondered for a moment, gave a self-deprecating laugh in her heart, abandoned these unrealistic fantasies, looked at Gwyn, and made her promise— “Then I wish you a good dream tonight—as long as I am here for one day, I won’t let those guys take you away…
Don’t be scared into having nightmares.” “With the Doctor’s guarantee, I should be able to have a good dream.
But Doctor, don’t you really need to get some good rest?” Gwyn nodded with a smile.
Regardless of whether she had the intention to study him thoroughly, at least Mobius was truly protecting him.
“It’s rare to have made such great progress; how could I possibly sleep?” Mobius waved her hand, preparing to go look at her test results— “Get ready.
I’ll have Bianka take you for an examination in a while.
The markings on your body have disappeared, but whether your honkai sickness has completely healed still depends on the results of further tests.” Knock, knock— The door to the ward was knocked on at an inopportune moment.
Mobius didn’t think much of it and opened the door directly.
What came into view was that lively cluster of pink hair— “Mobius, do you want to eat breakfast together?
This is from that takeout place I saw you really like~?” Elysia asked with a grin, carrying the takeout bag in both hands.
“…” Seeing that it was Elysia, Mobius subconsciously straightened her face, pushed Elysia out the door, closed it behind her, and pulled Elysia two steps away before speaking seriously— “Elysia, after so many years in the Flame-Chasers, you should know that you should reduce contact with him now.
It’s better for him, and better for you.
You avoid trouble for yourself, and he avoids trouble because of you.” Mobius believed Elysia was a good person, but those people just loved pointing guns at good people.
“Mobius, you’re really thoughtful~?” Elysia first offered a sincere compliment, and then, under Mobius’s helpless gaze, said in a low voice, “But as a patient with honkai sickness, Gwyn needs someone to care for him right now, doesn’t he?
Currently, there’s only you, Bianka, and Klein in the research institute.
Obviously, I am the most suitable person for this.
As for missions and such…
Elysia is suspended for reflection now, so Elysia doesn’t know anything—” As she spoke, Elysia took out her phone, brought up a message, and waved it in front of Mobius.
“You…” Mobius looked at the message from the Flame-Chasers’ internal system, subconsciously frowned, but instantly understood the reason, and her brow relaxed.
“Alright…
But his situation is special—very special.
If it gets out, it will ruin him completely!
So…” “I understand—” Elysia immediately put on a serious face, pulled her slender fingers firmly across her red lips, indicating that she would definitely keep her mouth shut.
“…Go ahead—” Mobius silently looked at her for a moment.
Seeing that Elysia’s gaze didn’t flinch or dodge, she finally sighed softly, gave way, and walked toward the office.
“Wait—” Elysia called out to Mobius again.
“What is it?” Mobius turned her head in confusion, only to see Elysia grinning and shaking the breakfast in her left hand— “This is Elysia’s breakfast made with love, you can’t let it go to waste~?” “…Hmph—” With a pleasant hum, Mobius, walking toward the office, now had a steaming breakfast in her hand.