Beep, beep, beep. Tamazawa Shuxin slowly opened his eyes. "How long have I been asleep this time?" He was no longer on a ventilator, but his throat felt agonizingly dry and hoarse. "You've been out for three more days. A fever and infection landed you in the ICU for two." It wasn't Kubochitobi's voice. Tamazawa Shuxin shifted his gaze to the right. It was Kurosawa Jin. "You found out." "The doctor said you need complete rest."
Tazawa Shuxin didn't dare say another word. Gin sat off to the side, doing nothing at all. "Sorry, Jin." He managed a strained, apologetic smile, only to wince in pain. "If you're afraid of pain, don't pull such stupid stunts." Gin pulled a bar of white chocolate from his pocket—the brand Tamazawa Shuxin used to eat all the time when he was a kid. "Can I eat?" Without wasting words, Gin broke off a small piece and shoved it straight into his mouth.
"I'll have Vodka keep an eye on you." Tamazawa Shuxin's eyes widened. "You can go back to recuperate today." Tamazawa Shuxin noticed the wheelchair stationed by the door. "I haven't paid yet." "I paid." Under the circumstances, getting up and moving around on his own was practically out of the question, and his card pool wasn't a magic card pool; it didn't drop potions.
Chapter 64