CH 11

Meanwhile, in the hospital room, Han Cha-soo calmly collected his thoughts.

‘In the end, the guy who was targeting me appeared.’

It was a low probability, but he thought it could happen at any time.

Judging from the original Han Cha-soo’s personality, he must have been involved in several accidents before joining the company.

The problem was that he had no idea who it could be because he had no memory of his body.

‘He’s a meticulous diarist, so he might have an old diary.’

“Maybe I should go home and look for it….”

Then he remembered that there were boxes stacked in a large room other than the study.

As Han Cha-soo was making impressions to recall the memories, he heard someone clearing their throat.

“Ahem!”

“…”

“Th, there.”

“?”

Han Cha-soo suddenly realised that the lawyer was still in the hospital room.

He’d been so absent that he’d forgotten.

“I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t hear you.”

Lawyer Choi Cheol-min awkwardly responded to Han Cha-soo’s apology.

“If you don’t mind, do you want me to go over there?”

“Yes? Where….”

“To your house.”

Was he saying he would go to his home instead?

Han Cha-soo blinked and quickly rejected the offer.

“You don’t have to.”

”But you just said you needed to go home.”

The lawyer was surprisingly persistent.

He acted as if he was trying to score a point with all his might.

“Leave it to me, I’m a fast learner, just give me your home address and I’ll be there in a flash!”

Choi Cheol-min said, wiping the sweat from his face with a handkerchief.

Han Cha-soo shook his head wordlessly, looking like he couldn’t stand under the sun for even an hour.

“It’s okay.”

“Don’t be so-.”

No, if I let you into my house, I might die. He sighed and was about to call his bodyguards.

Tok tok.

”Sir, I’m here to serve you a meal.”

“Ah. Come in.”

The meal arrived with a tray.

Han Cha-soo looked back at Choi Cheol-min with a more relaxed face.

“I’m sorry, sir, but I’ll see you next time.”

“Yes, next time then!”

Undaunted, Choi Cheol-min left the hospital room with a cheerful face.

“I’ll bring you something to eat.”

“Thank you.”

But as usual, Han Cha-soo did not eat the bountiful meal with a happy heart.

“…Loneliness.”

Because if he’s the one who put the bugs in the pills, who knows what he did to the meal.

“Damn it.”

The only good thing about possessing Han Cha-soo was the meal, and a fierce rage flared in his normally calm grey eyes.

Luckily, the meal was catered by the Heavenly Spirit Guild. Still, it was hard to get my appetite back.

He hadn’t eaten in days. Hearing the news, Baek-dam came to tease him with a smirk.

“I’ll be a test subject for you.”

…Is this bastard crazy?

Han Cha-soo suddenly realised that none of the main characters were right in mind.

An S-rank healer acting as my personal slave?

“I don’t need it.”

He was already feeling overwhelmed by Baek-dam’s visit to heal him.

He hadn’t asked for it, of course, but it was his insistence.

He said he was going to cure it completely somehow…. Of course, it didn’t work.

The wound had long since healed, and a body that’s broken from the inside out can’t be healed by healing.

In other words, it was just Baek-dam’s regret that he couldn’t let go of.. And it had led to this embarrassing result.

“Why would Baekdam-ssi do such a thing?”

“Because unlike you, I won’t die no matter what I eat.”

Apparently, like few S-class healers in the world, he had his own detoxification skill. Or, more accurately, a purification skill.

Han Cha-soo shook his head and declined his offer.

“It’s fine.”

“Why? You’re scared of bugs and can’t eat.”

“Give it to me.”

Baekdam said he’d rather try the food himself than inspect it.

He held out his hand.

“Hurry.”

The look in his eyes told him not to complain, and Han Cha-soo was overwhelmed by a very complex set of emotions.

‘I feel like a child.’

He saw a bug on his plate. He feels like a crying child. In the past, he had been the one to scold such a child.

For a moment, he feels strangely uncomfortable with the reversed roles. Han Cha-soo held onto the end of the plate, which was slowly slipping away.

It was almost taken away from him.

“Please.”

“I’m not doing this because I like you. Sun-yi calls me every day to ask how you’re doing.”

Muttering insincerely, Baek-dam easily snatched the plate from Han Cha-soo’s hand.

Han Cha-soo reflexively tried to break his wrist and felt his vision blur.

[ Warning! ]

[ Penalties will be imposed for behaviour inconsistent with your cover identity!]

‘Damn glass body!’

What’s the criteria for getting a warning?

‘What am I supposed to do, lie down and breathe?

In the end, Han Cha-soo barely managed to hold on to one of the desserts.

There was no way Baek-dam was going to let that go.

“Give it to me.”

“…”

“You want to pass out from the bugs again?”

“It’s a commercial product, so it’s okay.”

Han Cha-soo said, holding out the tightly sealed pudding.

He had a rough idea that the person targeting him was sinister.

Not just any poison, but loneliness, which means he’s not going to be a nice guy.

But even he wouldn’t go into a pudding factory and do something like that.

Han Cha-soo’s eyes glinted as if he wanted to argue.

“Hmph.”

Baekd-am’s pale brown eyes narrowed.

Sarak.

His flaxen hair suddenly cascaded down, blocking his vision.

Han Cha-soo frowned. Baek-dam had stooped down and come closer.

He was about to push Baek-dam’s chest out of the way, hiding the pudding behind him.

Tuk.

Baek-dam’s fingertips crossed Han Cha-soo’s body and touched the window.

And then.

Keying-!

Kaga-gak!

A golden circle stretched out over the window.

A golden comb.

The light that shot towards the sky was soon intercepted by something and oxidised.

“Ugh! Sorry, sorry!”

To be precise, it hit a man who was hiding in a tree and peeking this way.

Han Cha-soo frowned, clutching his pudding. He could sense a hint of reluctance.

“Han Chasso-ssi, you’re surprisingly popular.”

With a calm voice, Baek-dam waved his hand lightly.

A golden beam of light that I thought had shattered and scattered lingered on his fingertips.

Like a spider playing with its prey, he flicked his hand.

Then the black-robed man began to dance in the air.

“Aaah, aaah!”

“…”

“I’m sorry, please help me!”

Han Cha-soo quietly placed the pudding in Baek-dam’s hand.

“Huh? Why did you suddenly change your mind?”

“…Nothing.”

I just couldn’t bring myself to tell you that in the original, he healed him by hanging him upside down like that the day his limbs were torn off.

”He’s a journalist.”

“What?”

“Han Cha-soo, do you want to interview him? Tell me if you do, otherwise I think the leader of the Heavenly Spirit Guild will kill him soon.”

Baek-dam, who had been away for a while, appeared and spoke up.

“The guild leader is here?”

Han Cha-soo looked at him in surprise. The bag of sweets that Baek-sun had secretly given him slipped from his hand.

Baek-dam snatched it up and asked.

“Why are you asking me to leave?”

“Baekdam-ssi, you’re about to leave, so why bother?”

It was no secret that the S-class healer was busy. Han Cha-soo replied calmly, and Baek-dam snorted.

He didn’t find it funny.

“No, but aren’t you worried about the reporter being beaten to a pulp? You’re a sympathetic person, Han Chasoo-ssi.”

“I don’t think so.”

Han Cha-soo knew Jung Yiheon. He knew what a sweet, gentle bastard he’d been before his brother’s death.

Besides.

“How do you kill someone who’s been caught out in the open, not even in a dungeon.”

Han Cha-soo glanced at Baek-dam with pathetic eyes. It wasn’t as if he thought anyone was stupid.

At best, the most he could do was put pressure on the investigation.

“Oh, really?”

He really meant to tease me. Hearing Han Cha-soo’s answer, Baek-dam’s heart sank. Wow. The way he was chewing on the sweets was insincere.

Instead of taking the sweets away, Han Cha-soo asked generously.

“Then why did the reporter come to see me?”

“Han Chasoo-ssi, I thought you said you weren’t interested in an interview.”

“I wasn’t interested in the first place. What I want to know is what he was going to do by interviewing me.”

Baek-dam’s one eyebrow rose at the dryness of his words, and he stared at Han Cha-soo with a scrutinising gaze.

Then he blurted out.

“Han Cha-soo, do you live without the internet?”

“My phone got smashed that day.”

I didn’t buy a new one because I had no one to contact. No family, no friends, no nothing.

Han Cha-soo recalled his address book, which was empty except for people at work.

Since his goal was to leave the company, it would be better if he took this opportunity to cut them all off.

But Baek-dam’s expression was subtle. It was as if he had finally understood the crux of the matter.

“You really don’t know anything, do you? I thought you had made your own arrangements for my life.”

This bastard.

Han Cha-soo’s fist tightened.

But Baek-dam was one step ahead of him. He held out the screen to Han Cha-soo.

[Seoraksan’s little hero, where is he?]

What is this?

Han Cha-soo’s eyes widened in horror.