Chapter 64 064 Interlude: UN's (Infirmary Routine)

Sitting in the specially separated "medical room," Vladimir, looking utterly exhausted, slammed the cup in his hand heavily onto the table.

"As expected, the body's resistance is far too weak due to its childlike appearance."

Although they were all thrown into the air by Verne's Rattlesnake maneuver, the adult group led by Stevens had already recovered. But he was still seeing six or seven double images of things.

"And you guys! You're all supposed to be in the junior group, yet you all look so calm and collected!"

The physical discomfort made Vladimir even more childish, and he turned to point at the three others who were also in the junior group (or at least appeared to be).

Mary Shelley, Body of Steel: "Even if you say that, the reason is simply that you're too weak."

James Flying Barry: "What right does a useless guy have to complain!"

Antoine Exupéry, the Immortal: "...?"

In short, everyone in the infirmary either had strong resistance due to being combat-type superpower users, or they used their abilities in time (like Pu Songling who flew through the air while holding his book), or at the very least, someone like Stevenson who could manage to have two people resist being knocked unconscious (the others didn't understand the principle at all), while Vladimir, who had transformed himself into a child... was critically hit.

Although Vladimir just managed to avoid the impact by turning his high-backed chair into an airbag, the dizziness effect was actually amplified.

So much so that even after sitting here and drinking two cans of iced lemonade, Vladimir still hadn't recovered.

Incidentally, Verne only provided the water; the lemon iced water was entirely Vladimir's own creation.

On the other side of the table, Cervantes, who had just activated "Don Quixote" to protect himself, was secretly sipping Vladimir's drink.

Although this place is called a "medical room", it is essentially just a rest room where some medical supplies are kept.

After all, among all the professionals in the UN, the one whose profession is closest to that of a doctor is Stevenson, who specializes in neuroscience. As a researcher, he doesn't have much experience in clinical practice.

While he's quite skilled at reconstructive surgery and some surgical procedures, when it comes to diagnosing illnesses and prescribing medication... Stevens himself admitted that hiring a doctor directly is more reliable.

Aside from Stevens, the highest level of UN treatment might be Romain Rolland's bandaging technique.

So most of the time, this "medical room" simply functions as a rest area. However, considering that "some people will still come here when they're not feeling well," no snacks or drinks are kept here to prevent anyone from sneaking them.

Although Vladimir, the only one who can do this kind of thing, can eat for as long as he wants.

(Barry was surprisingly honest in this regard, so he wasn't included.)

In short, for the bored crowd, the few bottles of lemonade that Vladimir produced were the only drinks available.

Aside from Cervantes, who was secretly sneaking a drink, Shelley, with his exaggerated physical abilities, managed to snatch a bottle and was now drinking it under Stevens' disapproving gaze.

Barry, taking advantage of his supernatural abilities, also managed to snatch a bottle, which was now floating in the air beside him.

At that moment, Barry took out a straw, hugged the can, and happily started drinking.

Then he spat it out.

Vladimir, having succeeded in his prank, immediately let out a wild and unrestrained laugh.

"I knew you'd try to snatch it! How does the bitter melon juice taste?"

Because it was an opaque jar that appeared out of nowhere, Barry couldn't confirm the contents of the drink after he got his hands on it.

In addition, Barry was afraid of Vladimir's ability to touch him after getting the drink, so he took a big gulp without thinking.

The result was that they were badly tricked by Vladimir.

In some respects, given that Vladimir could even accurately predict which can of drink Barry would snatch from him based on his experience, Barry essentially deserved what he got.

Shelley, who was standing nearby, also overheard the conversation. She glanced at the lemonade in her hand with lingering fear and shuddered.

Fortunately, her bottle contained a normal beverage.

Barry, who had been tricked, was furious.

"You pervert!"

He casually tossed the beverage can behind him and rushed forward to engage Vladimir in a duel.

Vladimir, as if his earlier discomfort was fake, jumped up and faced the challenge with renewed vigor.

In fact, Vladimir's discomfort was real; he simply perked up instantly because Barry rushed forward.

It's like a miracle cure! (laughs)

Behind Barry, Exupéry caught the discarded beverage can with ease. Holding the can, still covered in condensation, Exupéry tilted his head in confusion, then took a sip.

And as always, Exupé didn't taste anything.

It must taste awful, right? Otherwise, Barry wouldn't be so angry.

Antoine de Essupé, whose time seemed to stand still at the anchor point and could no longer interact with the outside world, reached this conclusion.