"Don't get me wrong, it's just a little itchy here."

Narita pulled away the silver hair on her forehead and scratched her eyebrows with her hands.

"Oh, so that's the case. I thought you were dissatisfied with me. It seems that I was over-concerned."

"Scarface" exhaled, patted her chest lightly, and a happy expression regained her face.

If these behaviors come from ordinary people, at most they seem funny and artificial, but by such a burly and ugly guy, everything will change. Not only does it have no sense of joy, but it will make people feel disgusting.

Narita swallowed and tried to soothe her emotions. She even wanted to rush outside and take a few big deep breaths so that she wouldn't be able to control herself and would actually vomit.

The discomfort made the brows wrinkle again. This time he still couldn't escape the eyes of "Scarface". He stared at the woman's forehead and asked with concern: "Is it itchy again?! My sapphire beauty."

"Ah..., right!"

Narita replied in a conditioned manner, her fingers touching the eyebrows at the same time, and rubbing them there.

When she did this action, her expression was helpless and her face was a little gloomy. This was obviously caused by the psychological level, but it was misread by the "Scarface". He thought it was the trouble caused by the disease, which made the woman feel uncomfortable.

"You look bad, I guess you're sick. If you need treatment, I happen to have a doctor here. If you don't mind, you can let him show you." As he said, "Scarface" turned his head and shouted at a Sotan who was sitting in the middle of the bar, "Parson, come here."

"Wait, come soon."

The response was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping over the bottom of the pot, making people feel uncomfortable all over. Parson looked a little old, with a strong sense of vicissitudes on his face, and he was not particularly energetic. He mixed it among these energetic Sotan people, and seemed both abrupt and out of place. He held the cup in his hand and greedily finished the bottom of the cup, then slowly got up and walked behind the "Scarface".

"Boss, what's the matter with me?"

"Take a diagnosis and treatment of this lady's forehead."

Even if the cause of the disease is not mentioned, it is just to indicate the part, and it is considered that the "scarface" is enough.

What's even more ridiculous is that the Sotan doctor Parson didn't ask much. He took out an instrument from his backpack and started scanning her head without obtaining Narita's consent.

"The scalp is complete, there are no bruises or wounds on the surface, there are no fractures in the skull, normal intracranial pressure, no blood clots or teeth are found..."

He stared at the data on the screen, talked to himself, and muttered endlessly.

Standing next to him, he listened with his eyes half-squinted, his expression was both intoxicated and serious.

Both of them fell into a state of being left alone, looking like they were performing a clumsy stage play. Although the plot was lengthy and boring, the actors were fully devoted and meticulous. They were so obsessed with the performance that they didn't pay attention to the fact that they had already lost the audience.

“Huh?!”

Parson noticed something was wrong and stopped talking.

His eyes were still staring at the screen, and the abnormality also came from there. The data that was originally constantly flipping was frozen at this time. The huge red letter covered it and kept flashing, indicating related errors.

"Scan the object is missing, why...is it...is it?"

Parson turned his gaze away from the screen, and there was no trace of anyone except the two Timik warriors.

"Boss, the person you asked me to diagnose, she has disappeared!"

"She went to the bar, you idiot."

"Scarface" glared at the doctor fiercely and ran to the bar angrily.
Chapter completed!