"How do you feel?"
With the familiar prompt, the same question followed.
"Not great."
Fu Qian, whose senses had been restored, scrutinized the bespectacled Demon Doctor in front of him and chose a different answer this time.
"Oh? What troubles you?"
The diligently responsible doctor in front of him undeniably attracted his attention.
"It's too noisy."
Fu Qian had a look of distress.
"Listening to horse neighing for a full five minutes, my head feels in total chaos."
"…Just horse neighing?"
His answer was clearly beyond the Demon Doctor's expectation, who after being stunned for a moment, couldn't help but double-confirm.
"Isn't horse neighing enough?"
Fu Qian frowned.
"What else should I have heard?"
"Nothing… What time is it now?"
After scrutinizing Fu Qian with a strange look, the Demon Doctor asked a familiar question.
"Eighteen-fifteen."
Fu Qian glanced at the digital clock behind him and answered again.
