Chapter 239 You need to take it off.
Seeker had no idea what this boy with the innocent, childlike face was thinking, and led him all the way to his laboratory.
Even if he knew, he would just watch them being trained with a look of amusement.
Looking at the clean and tidy laboratory, Bertrand pursed his lips slightly, his bright eyes darkened, and a hint of disgust flashed in his eyes.
Yes, just enough for Seeker to see.
Sekter frowned slightly, then quickly concealed it, revealing a relaxed smile. He put his arm around the boy's shoulder. "Alright, let's finish quickly so we can go."
Bertrand walked over to the instrument and tapped it, then looked at Sext curiously, "How do I get checked? Do I have to take my clothes off?"
As he spoke, he lifted the corner of his shirt, revealing a small section of his fair and tender waist.
Seekert: ! !
He rushed forward and grabbed his hand, "Wait, wait, wait, wait...!"
"Hmm?" The baby-faced man tilted his head, looking completely innocent. "Does the checkup mean I don't need to take off my clothes? Wasn't it supposed to be a full-body checkup...?"
He pouted, frowned, and muttered to himself.
Seekert: ...
"Hmm...yes, you should take it off."
As he spoke, he released Bertrand's hand and stared intently at the other's movements.
Okay~
The boy puffed as he took off his shirt, revealing his fair skin, which shimmered like flawless white porcelain under the light.
Seeker paused, staring blankly at the faint marks on the boy's body that were barely noticeable.
Although the marks were shallow, they were clearly layers of wounds of varying sizes.
He frowned suddenly. These wounds were obviously quite old, but as far as he knew, Bertrand had been favored by the Boss since he was brought back, and it was impossible for him to be sent to do all sorts of dangerous missions like Gin.
Therefore, he guessed that these wounds were inflicted before he was brought back by the Boss.
A dark glint flashed in Seeker's eyes.
He glanced at the boy who was taking off his pants, his eyelids twitched, and then he quickly stopped him, "Ahem, Kashiwa-chan, you can just take off your shirt!"
Bertrand glanced at him. "Oh."
Sekter breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at the shallow wounds on the boy's body, quickly looked away, turned on the machine next to him, and had him lie down.
Bertrand glanced hesitantly at the instruments, then at Seeker, before slowly climbing up and lying down.
Just as Seeker was about to start operating the device, feeling touched by the boy's trust, he noticed the small butterfly tightly clutched in the baby-faced boy's hand.
Seekert: ...
No, no, it's really not that bad, my little darling.
He suppressed the chill that ran down his spine and pretended not to see anything as he casually operated the equipment.
Bertrand also closed his eyes, looking nervous, and gripped the little butterfly even tighter.
Bai: Wuhu is so exciting!
Qian: I felt it.
Nearly an hour later, Bertrand's little head popped out of the hole in his shirt. After putting his clothes back on, he curiously approached Seeker, staring wide-eyed as if trying to bore a hole through the medical record in Seeker's hand.
"Is there a problem? Is there a problem?"
Sekter flipped through the documents, then patted Bertrand's head with a look of satisfaction. "Great, Bertrand is very healthy!"
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