Chapter 237 already stated that I am not a doctor.

"Hmm, you're not a doctor," Vermouth replied perfunctorily, then her worried gaze fell on Bertrand, who lay on the bed seemingly asleep but refusing to wake up. "So when is my little sweetheart finally going to wake up? Do you even know how to treat a patient, you quack!"

Seekert: ...

I already said I'm not a doctor!!! I'm not!!

The door was suddenly pushed open, and Gin walked in from outside. He glanced at Bertrand and then his gaze shifted to Sext, his cold eyes seeming to say that if you can't give an accurate time, you're dead.

"The boss asked you how much longer it will take for him to wake up."

Seekert: ...

As an ordinary researcher, how come I am so fortunate to receive so much attention from my superiors? I feel immense pressure.

"Ahem." He coughed, feigning seriousness, and pushed up his frameless glasses, which had slipped down a little. "From what I've observed, he should be waking up soon."

He wasn't quite sure how fast it would be.

Vermouth squinted at him for a few seconds, then swept her hair behind her back and asked him in a questioning tone, "Are you sure?"

Seeker was somewhat embarrassed, "I..."

Before he could even utter the words "not entirely sure," the baby-faced boy on the bed suddenly coughed, his fair cheeks flushing slightly.

Everyone turned to look and saw the boy, who had been asleep for almost a day, sitting up while wiping away tears from the corners of his eyes. His tender face still showed confusion, and his already sweet voice sounded even softer after waking up.

"Huh? What are you all doing together? Is someone getting married?"

Everyone: "..."

Ignoring his last sentence, Vermouth sat down on the edge of the bed, cupped his face in her hands, and examined him with a somewhat serious expression.

"Sweetheart, are you feeling unwell anywhere? Does anything hurt? Are you dizzy?"

Bertrand blinked. "No, I don't feel uncomfortable, nothing hurts, my head... I'm a little dizzy from just waking up."

Vermouth sighed and tenderly rubbed his head. "Why did you suddenly faint? Is there something that Sext couldn't find?"

As she spoke, her cold gaze swept over the innocent, weak, and pitiful black-haired, silver-eyed youth.

Sackt's lips twitched, and he raised four fingers. "I swear on my reputation as a researcher, I absolutely did not miss anything! His physical condition is excellent!"

Not only Vermouth, but also Vodka, Berry and others looked at him suspiciously.

"Hmm, when I felt dizzy, I felt a little pain in my heart." Bertrand's eyes darted around, and after thinking for a moment, he said, then raised his hand and made a "little" gesture with his thumb and forefinger.

“Heart?” Upon hearing his words, Vermouth’s calm gaze turned to Seeker.

Seekert: ...

Ah! Bertrand! You're my ancestor! Stop talking! I'm going to die! I'm going to die! I'm going to die! I'm going to die!

Receiving his somewhat resentful and pitiful pleading look, Bertrand gave him an innocent chuckle and then tugged at Vermouth's sleeve.

"Secker is right, I'm in great health~" He patted his chest proudly, "I can run and jump, and I can even braid Qin's hair!"

Gin, who had just returned from reporting to Karasuma Renya: ...

A tic-tac-toe pattern appeared on his clenched fist.