After Rayleigh felt his injuries fully recover...
His trust in Vir skyrocketed.
Before the recovery was complete, he would absolutely refuse a massage.
At this mont, though—
Vir didn't waste any ti.
He directly dumped all the remaining dicine from his dical kit.
What Rayleigh had just eaten was oral dication.
These remaining ones were for topical application and injection.
Soon, the plate that Rayleigh had licked clean was once again piled high.
But this ti—
It was different.
The sll and appearance were different.
That foul odor from before was gone.
No longer pungent.
There was still a sll, sure.
But now, it was a sour, rotten stench.
Yeah.
As for the appearance—it looked like normal dicine.
A sickly green.
With so impurities mixed in.
Skin flakes, unidentified fluids, food residue... and so on.
Perfectly normal.
That's just how the dical kit made it.
At its core, it was completely normal.
At least on the surface.
After emptying everything, Vir swapped his germ-covered gloves for long-sleeved ones.
The stuff Rayleigh had to eat earlier had been shaped like intestines thanks to the system.
But this batch for application and injection? Not quite as twisted.
This ti, it actually resembled real dicine.
The only issue was—
That sour stench really made it seem... spoiled.
Just looking at it made your stomach churn.
Vir could confidently say: if anyone dared to eat this stuff, they'd instantly turn into Magellan.
The toilet would beco your new ho, and sanitation would be society's shared duty.
Yep.
It was spoiled.
Or rather—the system was ssing with him.
If it were up to Vir, he'd never brew sothing spoiled like this.
But since the final product turned out this way... he didn't have a choice.
One could imagine—
Once this treatnt's over...
Rayleigh's odds of falling ill will skyrocket.
What kind of illness?
Well, if the toilet's your new ho, you tell .
The dicine looked normal.
At least it seed normal.
It was just the sll that left much to be desired.
Rayleigh couldn't help but frown.
The intestinal stuffing was gone, but now he was faced with sothing that looked just as absurd.
"Uh... Vir, my old bones aren't what they used to be. Are you sure I can handle this?"
Rayleigh asked with so hesitation.
But right then—
Vir grabbed Rayleigh's shirt and—*RIP!*—gave him an explosive wardrobe malfunction!
No misunderstandings—it was just the shirt.
Had to leave so dignity for Uncle Ray.
Mainly because all his injuries were on his upper body anyway.
As he slid the plate closer, Vir replied casually:
"Relax. It's just a bit spoiled, right? A guy with your kind of constitution scared of this?"
"It's probably just been sitting too long, that's all. Still works fine. Worst case? Just a bit of diarrhea. No biggie."
Vir's words made Rayleigh think—yeah, that actually didn't sound so bad.
Spoiled wasn't entirely unacceptable.
At least it was better than that thing from earlier.
Vir, still wearing his gas mask, didn't bother with further explanations.
His hand, clad in dozens of layers of gloves, scooped up a handful of the dicine—
*SPLAT!*—and slapped it right onto Rayleigh's chest.
The glob of dicine exploded across his torso, so even hit Rayleigh's lips.
The sour taste imdiately made him gag a little.
But it wasn't too severe.
Just as he was feeling relieved that it wasn't so bad—
*GURGLE*
A loud noise erupted from his stomach.
At the sa ti—
A sharp pain shot straight from his gut to his brain.
Rayleigh's eyes bulged.
Now, this kind of pain should've been nothing to soone like him.
But right now?
It was a full-blown crisis.
Because the pain wasn't the real issue.
The real problem was—
His sphincter seed to be on the verge of mutiny...
In short—
He was about to lose control.
What the hell is this!?
Rayleigh realized sothing was very wrong.
Didn't Vir say, "Worst case, a bit of diarrhea"?
Vir had said it so casually—he'd actually believed him!
But now, just from a tiny splash getting in his mouth?
His gut was in full rebellion mode!
If he wasn't clenching so hard...
This isn't right!
If it were just a massage, maybe he could take it.
But that entire plate—
Is Vir really planning to use all that on him?!
Won't that...
Won't that be his end?!
Rayleigh panicked!
He was fully panicked now.
Vir saw it too.
But was he worried?
Not even a little!
Because if Old Ray was reacting already, that ant it was working.
And if it was working—what did that an?
He had zero strength to fight back!
Think about it—
A guy about to have a full-on accident—even if he could fight—would he dare to go all out?
Would you?
Vir wouldn't.
Old Ray definitely wouldn't either!
Not with so many people watching.
This prideful old man—
Would never let that happen.
He'd rather die.
Just a mont ago, Rayleigh had started to think he'd recovered enough to resist.
But—
The mont he used a bit of strength, the disaster alarm went off.
Scared straight, he didn't dare move recklessly.
This put Rayleigh in an impossible situation.
But he didn't even have the ntal bandwidth to think about it.
The battle against his sphincter had only just begun.
He had to give it his all.
Seeing things go exactly as expected, Vir was finally ready to begin the real procedure.
But before that—
He suited up in top-tier protective gear.
Astronaut-grade.
He trusted Uncle Ray, of course.
But better safe than sorry~
Especially with how Rayleigh already looked like this after just the start.
Whether it was applying the dicine to his wounds or injecting the rest—
It was only going to get harder from here.
The dicine would enter his bloodstream through his injuries.
Injection didn't even need explanation.
Ti to work!
Let's hope Uncle Ray lives up to the title of a real man.
Soon, as Vir spread the dicine across Rayleigh's body—
Applying it to every wound—
Rayleigh's reactions beca increasingly obvious.
His face, which had been maintaining a calm facade, finally began to crack.
His ability to control his expression was slipping.
Cold sweat poured down his forehead.
In this mont, Old Ray truly understood the aning of the phrase—
"This is unbearable."
It really was unbearable.
One tiny slip, and he'd lose all dignity—possibly even disgrace his legacy.
This was worse than death for him.
The onlookers, however, still had no clue what was going on.
This new dicine didn't seem as intense as the last batch, right?
So why did Rayleigh look even more tortured?
Like sothing was about to burst out of him.
As the crowd exchanged confused glances, trying to guess what was happening to Rayleigh—
"Prrt~?!"
A sharp, brief noise cut through the air.
Everyone froze.
"...What was that sound? That was kinda weird."
"Yeah, I heard it too."
"Sa here."
"It was short and faint, but I heard it. What made that sound?"
Everyone began murmuring—
But no one noticed that Rayleigh's face had visibly turned red.
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