Goujin has something to say

The doctor named Shamar has some eccentricities-for example, he looks scruffy, which is comparable to Mori Ogai, and for example, he does not treat men.

Fukagawa Kirei stood in Vongola's infirmary, and the smell of disinfectant filled her nostrils. She looked around the clean white room with some curiosity, and finally saw the sleeping doctor on the hospital bed.

Sawada Tsunayoshi knocked on the door with his fingers.

The doctor who was sleeping leisurely on the bed slowly woke up. He didn't look outside the door, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, his voice still had a strong nasal voice: "Smelly brat, you said I don't treat men, even if you are Peng It's the same with Gletta."

Sawada Tsunayoshi was not angry, he led Fukagawa Kirei into the door as usual, and then closed it.

Out of basic vigilance, Fukagawa Kirei raised his hand and tapped the corners of his eyes.

"A...friend of mine? Wants to get checked."

Shamar let out a slow "Oh—" and glanced casually, and saw a beautiful girl with black hair and golden eyes standing beside Tsunayoshi Sawada.

Dr. Shamar's eyes lit up when he saw Fukagawa Kirei, he rolled over from the hospital bed, and then quickly stopped approaching, leaning in front of Fukagawa Kirei and bent over to hold her hand, but was quickly lifted by Sawada Tsunayoshi. hand to stop.

Fukagawa Kirei's breathing changed, and his body tensed for a moment: Shamar and Sawada Tsunayoshi's tone of voice was not very good, but the color of his soul was still quite pure.

Knowing his character, Sawada Tsunayoshi felt a little helpless: "Dr. Shamar, you can just stand there and say it."

Shamar saw his protection, he looked at Sawada Tsunayoshi, then at Fukagawa Kirei, and suddenly showed Vongola's Judaime an expression like looking at a beast.

Shamar tried his best to make a friendly (although Fukagawa Kirei didn't see it) facial expression, and looked over their Judai eyes at the strange beautiful girl: "Sister, how old are you?"

Fukagawa Kirei tilted his head: "Hi, I'm currently fifteen."

She almost made a move just now, but luckily Sawada Tsunayoshi reached out to stop her.

Shamar's pupils trembled, he was silent for three seconds, took a step back, and said politely to Sawada Tsunayoshi: "Although you are already a successful godfather, how should I say it, is it not good for minors..."

"...Dr. Shamar." Tsunayoshi Sawada's face was gentle, and his tone did not appear dissatisfied: "It's not what you think, she is a member of the port mafia, and she came here this time for negotiation."

"And, she has a boyfriend."

Fukagawa Kirei answered quickly: "That's right! My boyfriend is the best person in the world!"

Dr. Shamar narrowed his eyes, he sighed regretfully, then copied a heavy medical book on the table, and caught the Judaime without touching Tsunayoshi Sawada with his hands side.

"...You just let people from the port mafia go deep into Pengo Lie?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi knew that Shamar was worried because of Vongola: "It doesn't matter, our base stationed in Tokyo was also assisted by her. My super intuition tells me that she will not stand on the opposite side of Vengley."

This intuition, which belonged to the leader of Vongola, had helped him many times.

Shamar stared fixedly at the young Judaime. Although he hated contact with men, he still had some feelings for Vongola, who he now belongs to.

"Let me tell you in advance that if she is harmful to Pengo Lie, no matter what relationship she has with you, I will not take her for mercy."

It is difficult for Sawada Tsunayoshi to explain: "We are really just friends, or we just treat her as a sister."

Shamar had an arrogant expression that I had seen more love scenes than all the people in Pengo Lie put together, and he clicked his tongue: "That's what scumbags say."

Sawada · Forced scumbag · Tsunayoshi: ... This is the first time I want to fire someone.

strangeness.Fukagawa Kirei, who hadn't listened to their conversation, couldn't help but think, how come the color of the souls of everyone in Vongola he's met isn't a mafia? Are you some kind of hidden benevolent organization?

She reached out and tapped the corner of her eye again, and when she regained her normal vision, she saw that Dr. Shamar patted the thin Vengley Tendai on the back with a thick medical book, and the young man staggered from the beating.

Facing Kamifukagawa Kirei's somewhat bewildered gaze, Sawada Tsunayoshi smiled reassuringly.

"Fukagawa Kirei... right?" Shamar's face is not as serious as when he talked with Sawada Tsunayoshi just now, he does have extra preferential treatment for women: "I need to ask you some questions, and then I will go through a formal medical examination Procedures—such as blood draws, if these are acceptable, sit down."

Fukagawa Kirei turned his head to look at Sawada Tsunayoshi next to him, and Vongola's Judaime said to her, "I want Shamar to check the hidden dangers. If there are any problems, he can solve them for you as soon as possible."

Fukagawa Kirei nodded.

In fact, the port mafia has never experienced such a thing as a medical examination. If a child is alive and breathing, he can be thrown into battle by the former leader. All in all, a healthy body is not as useful as a mad dog.

Shamar put on the gloves, and during his professional time plus the ten generations of Pengelie repeatedly urged him, he didn't talk eloquently during the diagnosis as he was used to.

——After all, Fukagawa Kirei doesn't look like the women before, it's as simple as being beaten up or wanted worldwide.

He first asked a few very basic questions, and Fukagawa Kirei answered them fluently. Judging from these points alone, her health is not good enough.

Shamar rolled up Fukagawa Kirei's cuffs, bent down and took out the disposable needles from the drawer, and got to the point: "Will there be any side effects when using the supernatural power?"

This is actually something that can't be said casually to others.

The side effects of supernatural powers are equivalent to the weaknesses of supernatural power users. For example, supernatural power users who are good at manipulating metal will have metal fatigue. What kind of limit is there for supernatural power users who are good at healing, or what medium must be used to trigger it.

Fukagawa Kirei is not afraid of others knowing her weakness in supernatural powers, because——

"After excessive use, I will lose control. The supernatural power will swallow the souls of everyone around me, and my body will also collapse. As for completely losing control..."

"I haven't reached that level, but do you know about black holes?" Fukagawa Kirei smiled, making a killer like Shamar who wanders back and forth on the edge of life and death feel a little cool behind his back: "It's probably like that when you completely lose control, Mr. Mori It is speculated that the scope will be the size of the entire Yokohama."

Sawada Tsunayoshi interrupted Fukagawa Kirei: "The next question, Mori Ogai will not let you completely lose control. After all, there is Osamu Dazai in the port mafia."

Shamar's breathing returned to normal speed, and he was a little annoyed that he was aroused to kill by a teenage girl.

"So to put it simply, will there be any symptoms of illness after using up the power?"

"...Ah! I have a fever and a cough."

Shamar nodded, he had already installed the needle tube, and he will find another

"I will draw a tube of your blood for testing. Vongola has the most sophisticated equipment in the world. If it doesn't work, you can stop now." He has found Fukagawa Kirei's vein. It is worth noting that her There are actually a few small scars on the inside of the arm: "After all, women are given preferential treatment."

Fukagawa Kirei said nonchalantly, "Please."

Leaving aside the point of not treating men, Shamar is an extremely good doctor. After about 10 minutes, Fukagawa Kirei's examination was over.

Sawada Tsunayoshi was quietly handling his necessary affairs with his mobile phone, and raised his eyes when he heard the voice next to him.

Fukagawa Kirei pressed the needle port on his arm with alcohol cotton, and blinked at Vongola's Judaime, while Shamar looked down at the report in his hand.

"How should I put it... I will hand over her physical condition to you after the blood component test is completed," Shamar walked to the back of the infirmary, "You can go."

Sawada Tsunayoshi saw something different in his eyes, Vongola's Judaime nodded calmly, opened the door and let Fukagawa Kirei go out first.

It's past six o'clock in the afternoon.

The young man asked, "Would you like to eat something? The food in Pengo Li's cafeteria is not bad."

Fukagawa Kirei was still pressing her arm, and the blood was a little hard to stop. Hearing Sawada Tsunayoshi's question, she belatedly realized that she was indeed a little hungry. Just as she opened her mouth, she heard the phone in the coat start to vibrate.

The difference between Tokyo and Italy is eight hours. At this time, Tokyo should be about to eat lunch.

Fukagawa Kirei bent her arms, cotton hovered over her arms, and she picked up the video call with her free hand.

It's a dog curly thorn.

Fukagawa Kirei instantly felt the exhaustion of being drawn blood (although not much) was swept away, and when he saw his boyfriend, he was revived with full blood in an instant: "Mr. Thorn!"

Gou Makiji saw the young man standing behind Fukagawa Kirei, and Vongola's Judaime was gentle yet oppressive as a leader.

"Hello." Sawada Tsunayoshi greeted first: "I just took Ms. Fukagawa for a medical examination, please rest assured."

In order to eliminate the vigilance and guard against strange men around their partners when meeting for the first time, Peng Gelie's Judaimu deliberately used a relatively alienated term.

——After all, I heard that spellcasters can't speak freely, and if they quarrel, it will be a big trouble for both parties.

The spellcaster paused slightly, then nodded and said "salmon roe", and then returned his attention to Fukagawa Kirei.

Fukagawa Kirei unilaterally exported what he experienced today to his boyfriend, and made appropriate beautifications.

The dog Juanji listened very carefully, and echoed once and for all.

"Ji-kun." Fukagawa Kirei suddenly thought of the dog Curly Tobacco he saw ten years later, and his appearance overlapped with the boy in the video: "That... If I accidentally die one day, you don't want to die. Very sad."

Fukagawa Kirei is not a delicate human being.

But in her concept, she doesn't want people around her to pour too much emotion into herself.Dog Curly Thorn is different, she wants his love, but she doesn't want to bring him any possible pain.

The dog Juanji on the other end of the phone was stunned.

Sawada Tsunayoshi was a little taken aback, the conversation suddenly jumped to such a point that he couldn't have imagined it at the side.

The words that the spellcaster couldn't make outsiders understand increased, and he interrupted Fukagawa Kirei's words anxiously.

"Wooden fish flower... kelp kelp?"

What's wrong?Why did you say that suddenly?

Fukagawa Kirei noticed that the wound on her arm started to bleed again, she held the phone with the hand that had the needle inserted, and continued to press the cotton ball with the other hand.

Gou Juanji also saw this scene through a video call. The young man felt his eyes were pricked by blood red, and for a moment his heart seemed to be pulled.

Fukagawa Kirei whispered, "I'm just...a little worried."

As soon as the video went dark, the sound didn't stop. There was a crashing sound and Maki's "What's wrong?"

Fukagawa Kirei raised his head and looked at Vongola Judaime who was standing beside him with a rather exciting expression on his face: "Did I say something wrong just now?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi, who has always been good at comforting people, didn't know what to say. He was silent for a while, and then: "Maybe? What you said like that will make him very worried."

...Maybe you might even think that Pengo Li is going to do something dangerous to you.

Fukagawa Kirei pressed the cotton ball tightly in his hand, and quickly dialed another video call. The exclusive ringtone rang for a few seconds, but the other party indicated that he refused to answer.

Fukagawa Kirei: Dangerous.

Fukagawa Kirei was feeling remorse for saying something wrong, when he saw the message that popped up on the phone page.

[Kiss boyfriend: Please give me the address, I will find you. 】

The more forceful way of dialogue used directly is not "may it be possible" or other interrogative sentences.

Fukagawa Kirei looked at Sawada Tsunayoshi. The young man had already adjusted his mentality. He knew that Fukagawa Kirei had some misunderstandings about the basic emotions of human society when he was in Tokyo.

She's aggressive in expressing her affections, but otherwise a total beginner, which is to say—her lovers can be tough at times.

Good job, spellcaster.

Sawada Tsunayoshi sighed inwardly, and asked her what happened with a gentle sideways glance.

Fukagawa Kirei held up the phone hesitantly: "It's like this, my boyfriend seems, maybe will come to Italy."

Tsunayoshi Sawada: It’s no wonder you couldn’t say that just now.

Fukagawa Kirei watched his movements and asked in a low voice, "Excuse me, can this be done? Or if I complete the mission and return to the Port Mafia now, I won't let Thorn-kun run so far."

Sawada Tsunayoshi calculated the time.

Peng Lie's Judaime is different from a certain port mafia leader. He is actually quite willing to build a bridge for the young lovers. He glanced at it. It will take at least two weeks for Fukagawa Kirei's report to come out. Until then, it would be best to keep her in Italy.

Sawada Tsunayoshi quickly made a decision.

"It doesn't matter, Vongola has a special place for entertaining guests, and it doesn't matter if one more person stays. Or you can play in Italy for a while, and I will ask the finance department to allocate funds." Sawada Tsunayoshi bent his eyes, like a very For parents who over-spoil their children: "If you confirm the arrival time in Italy, I will ask someone to take you to pick him up."

Fukagawa Kirei's back began to bloom, she put down the cotton on her forearm: "Okay!"

Sawada Tsunayoshi watched her wound start to bleed again, and Fukagawa Kirei looked at each other for two seconds, then turned around and went into Shamar's infirmary to take out a clean one.

The young man handed her the cotton in his hand: "Okay, this time you have to press it well."