Chapter 30 Chapter 30 ff0
Chapter 30 ff0
Warfarin felt like she was going to work herself to death from overtime. Even now, she couldn't understand why she had been so foolish back then to join Babel, this black-hearted company. Wouldn't it have been better to just be a freelance doctor?
...Forget it, no point thinking about it. The more she thought, the angrier she got. She should go get something to eat. Replenishing some energy would help her continue working.
A pleased smile appeared at the corner of the Vampire's mouth. Suddenly, her footsteps paused slightly, and her tall, pale nose twitched as she sniffed.
"Good! Such a sweet smell! Whose... blood is it?"
A sweet scent, detectable only by a Vampire like Warfarin, rushed straight into her nostrils. Her taste buds awakened, and the most primal stirrings within her body were reignited. The ensuing impulse nearly overwhelmed her reason.
"...Is it the Doctor? No... it's not the Doctor. I remember the Doctor's scent. Although it's also tempting, it's not to this extent."
Warfarin's ruby-like pupils scanned her surroundings. The Vampire's instinct successfully seized control of her brain at this moment, simultaneously driving out what little reason remained.
Reason was no longer important! It was blood she had never tasted before!! She absolutely had to drink it today!
Finally, her gaze locked onto the six people walking down the corridor. The scent originated from one of them.
It was that white-haired man! A new face she hadn't seen before! Whatever, never mind... Awooo!!!
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"...That's roughly the situation in the Medical Department. So, please don't worry about anyone here discriminating due to Oripathy."
Viznita reassured them. The Sarkaz themselves were a group with a high incidence of Oripathy, which had almost become one of the most prominent labels attached to the Sarkaz race.
Therefore, regarding discrimination, no one understood it better than they, the victims. So naturally, such a situation wouldn't occur in Babel.
Then Viznita saw Warfarin running towards them and couldn't help but feel puzzled:
"Doctor Warfarin? Is something the matter? Please don't be in such a hurry."
At the same time, he casually turned back to introduce her to everyone.
"Everyone, this is Doctor Warfarin. She is one of the doctors with the highest technical skill in our Medical Department. Please don't worry. Although Doctor Warfarin is of the Vampire race, she can control her own..."
Before Viznita could finish his sentence, a white-haired figure swept past him with a lecherous grin on her face, heading straight for Kevin with clear intent.
She was so fast that her white hair trailing behind her head left an afterimage. The wind stirred by her movement stunned Viznita and also dumbfounded the visiting group.
Kevin raised an eyebrow and took a slight step back.
"Just one bite! Don't run! I'll be very gentle!"
The lewd grin and those two sharp fangs made it very hard to trust her words, especially for Kevin, who was the target.
He raised his hand swiftly and accurately pressed it against Warfarin's forehead. Within half a breath, cold air spread everywhere.
Warfarin's grin froze abruptly on her face, and her rapidly charging body came to an immediate halt.
Clang!
A block of ice fell to the ground, emitting a crisp clattering sound. Kevin subtly withdrew his hand and stared steadily at Viznita, who was now dumbstruck.
"Apologies, it was a reflexive reaction. But I only temporarily restrained her. As long as she is thawed quickly, there won't be any danger to her life."
The fact that he didn't go for a lethal move was already considering that this was Babel's territory. After all, he might stay here for a while longer, so there was no need to make enemies now.
He didn't hear clearly earlier, but what was it he said she could control?
Forget it, it's not important anymore.
"Doctor Warfarin? Doctor Warfarin, are you alright? If you're still alive, blink your eyes? You few over there, come quickly and lend a hand. Carry Doctor Warfarin to the infirmary!"
Viznita urgently directed them while feeling very embarrassed. After all, he had just said that Doctor Warfarin could control her desires, and then she immediately almost charged at someone.
He didn't blame Kevin for his actions; it clearly looked like justifiable self-defense under duress.
After all, not everyone could remain restrained when seeing a Vampire charging at them madly. Kevin's handling of the situation could already be considered quite calm.
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"Ah... Achoo! Achoo! My little bread? My little bread!"
In the boundless blizzard, the sweet and delicious little bread gradually drifted away from her. Watching that distant distance, she despaired... and was startled awake.
Warfarin sat up abruptly. Her already pale face appeared even paler now due to having just been thawed.
"Little bread? It seems the content of your dream deserves to be included in the subsequent questions."
What's with this annoying voice? Where's my little bread?
Oh, it's Kal'tsit. Never mind then.
Warfarin glanced at the bedside. Beside her, a Feline woman wearing a cyan-green inner shirt and white shorts, also draped in a white lab coat, was sitting on a chair.
On the tool bench on the other side lay a blowtorch whose residual warmth hadn't yet completely dissipated. It was hard to imagine what purpose this blowtorch placed in this room resembling an operating theater was intended for.
"What happened to me?"
Her sluggish brain seemed not yet recovered from the recent freezing and refrigeration, somewhat blurring the line between reality and dream.
"I believe that rather than little bread, you should explain your previous behavior."
Kal'tsit flashed the medical record sheet and pen in her hand.
"What behavior?"
Don't misunderstand; she really wasn't trying to deny it. She genuinely couldn't quite remember.
"Target memory shows some loss,presumed to be caused by freezing..."
Kal'tsit skillfully recorded all useful information on the medical record sheet.
"You really can't remember?"
"I only remember that I suddenly smelled a very fragrant scent, and then... I lost control of myself..."
As she spoke, memories seemed to gradually return to her mind.
Warfarin slapped her forehead, gradually realizing what kind of good deed she had done! She actually failed to control herself! But that impulse!
Just recalling the feeling at that time made her tremble with excitement all over. No one's blood had that kind of scent! Because she had never tasted it before!
"Similar to the situation when you encountered the Doctor?"
Kal'tsit stopped writing and asked curiously. It wasn't common for Warfarin to lose composure like this. There had been similar incidents before, but Warfarin could still control herself if she focused seriously; at most, her behavior might be a bit offensive.
Not like this time, where she lost all reason.
"Yes, yes! Very similar! But that person's scent was even more intense!"
She was willing to call it Vampire aphrodisiac!
"So, where is my 'little bread'?"
"It seems Operator Warfarin has recovered quite well. However, according to Babel regulations, as punishment... Mon3tr."
Kal'tsit calmly put away the medical record book. A black shadow flashed behind her as a monster seemingly composed entirely of black crystals let out a screech!
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"Kal'tsit! Let me down Kal'tsit! Calling M3 doesn't count as skill! Have the guts to fight me one-on-one!"
A certain Vampire hanging high up wailed mournfully in the wind, with no response for a long time.
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