Do I need treatment?
Sakurai Hideaki just regained a bit of clarity, and the brain capable of logical thinking was somewhat stuck.
"Are you... a doctor?"
The other person nodded: "Sort of."
"......"
Sakurai Hideaki swallowed hard.
If this really is a black clinic and he walked in through the door, then it's quite normal for the doctor inside, whether a staff member or the manager, to say such a thing to him.
After all, he voluntarily entered the clinic, what else is there to do besides seeing a doctor?
Besides, he indeed needs treatment.
He had just retreated from a haze where emotions controlled his mind, hence realizing how bad his body is at this moment.
At this moment, the will to survive that had been suppressed by emotions raised its head again.
Is there really any path to survival, even if it's like a rat in the gutter or a hyena tearing at corpses, who truly wants to die?
But similarly, he must be cautious.
