Chapter 381

Three Hundred and Seventeen Comatose

On the carriage, Dorothy stroked her chin thoughtfully as she lifted the curtain beside her seat to look outside at the street.

Outside the window, Dorothy saw streets paved with fine coal ash. Across from the street was a four-story standalone building with its main door tightly shut.

This building was found by Dorothy near the location where Davik was ambushed. According to interviews with the surrounding neighbors conducted by Dorothy’s small zombie puppet, many strangers had recently arrived in carriages and moved out a lot of items.

After a search by the small zombie puppet, Dorothy confirmed that this building was Davik’s residence. It showed clear signs of being searched and ransacked, and the basement was emptied.

Clearly, the strangers who had broken in were hunters. They had used some unknown information to locate Davik’s residence and ambushed him when he was out. Afterward, they searched his home, taking back with them most of the items related to secrecy, including the stele that Dorothy needed.

Dorothy’s original plan was either to obtain the stele directly or capture Davik, who had studied the stele for so long and might have recorded the general language on it. However, now both the stele and Davik himself were in the hands of the An Yin Bureau, making things difficult.

‘Sigh… What should I do now? Both the person and the stele are in the An Yin Bureau’s hands… Gregor just arrived in Tivyán, hasn’t even settled in yet—unfamiliar and without status, he can’t help… Directly confronting the An Yin Bureau is troublesome…’

With a troubled expression, Dorothy pondered in her heart, and soon after, she came up with an idea.

‘Yes, that Davik is still comatose. Perhaps… I could try this…’

Suddenly, Dorothy had an idea. She immediately picked up her pen and wrote in the book “Navigation of the Literary Sea.”

” Sister Vania, you just mentioned… You’re also responsible for taking care of the comatose Davik, right? Then there’s something I’d like to ask you to do next.”

The words Dorothy wrote quickly appeared before Vania, who was waiting for a reply in the storeroom. Seeing the message, Vania paused and then replied with a pen.

“What is it, Miss Dorothyia?”

…

Mercy Hospital, Extraordinary Injury Department.

Underneath the Extraordinary Injury Department building, there is a specialized area for treating dangerous patients. Those affected by poison recognition, those with mental breakdowns, or dangerous members of societies needing treatment would be brought here for confinement-style treatment. Almost every city has a similar place.

Vania, dressed in white nun attire, carried a bottle of medicine down the long underground corridor. On both sides of the corridor were solid steel doors leading to rooms without windows, emitting muffled banging sounds and agonized cries. The dim light added to the eerie atmosphere.

Vania walked briskly and soon reached an iron door. After a simple knock, the door opened, revealing a young hunter in black clothes with a weary face. He blinked and yawned upon seeing Vania.

“Mmm… Sister Vania, is it time to change the medicine already?”

“Yes, and also check if the wounds healed by ability have any incomplete recovery or reopening. Mr. Chuck, I see you’re so tired. Hasn’t it been your shift change time yet?”

Looking at the hunter, Vania curiously asked, then glanced at another hunter resting against the wall behind him.

“It’s almost time. Soon, our shift will come. Sister Vania, please hurry in to change the medicine. Hopefully, this guy wakes up soon, so we don’t have to suffer standing guard over him all day.”

The hunter complained, and after speaking with him, Vania quickly entered the ward to start changing the medicine and checking.

Vania looked at the emaciated man lying on the bed with closed eyes. She first changed the IV bottle, then lifted part of the blanket to examine his condition.

On Davik, who was in a coma, there were chains connecting his wrists to the ground. His arms and body were wrapped in numerous bandages. To conserve spirituality, the healing priest only treated the most severe injuries; others were treated normally, requiring regular changes of bandages.

Vania untied some of Davik’s bandages and started changing them. During this process, she glanced at the two hunters behind her, confirming they weren’t looking, then discreetly took out a red pen from her sleeve and drew a mark near Davik’s wound—a mark she was very familiar with, a pentagram with an eye and a cup combined.

After drawing the mark, Vania immediately wrapped new bandages around Davik, concealing the mark inside. Then she carried the old bandages and medicine bottles, stood up, greeted the two guards, and left the ward.

After Vania left, the guards closed the heavy iron door again and returned to their seats, bored. The young hunter named Chuck glanced at Davik lying on the bed and couldn’t help but grumble.

“Tch… When will this guy wake up? We’re constantly on duty here, like being in prison.”

“Who knows… Those guys who gave us this task were so careless, hitting him so hard… If he doesn’t wake up, we’ll have wasted our efforts…”

In the corner of the room, the other hunter resting closed his eyes and replied. After a few complaints, the hunters continued sitting in their positions, silently waiting for the shift change.

Thus, after half an hour of silent tension, movement began on the previously quiet bed.

“Cough… Cough cough… Cough…”

The coughing sound woke up the two nearly dozing hunters. They quickly rushed to the bedside and saw Davik coughing on the bed.

“What happened to him?”

“I don’t know. He didn’t show any reaction for the past two days. This coughing is unusual. Should we call a doctor?”

Seeing this, the two hunters were discussing what to do when Davik suddenly stopped coughing. His eyes trembled slightly and then slowly opened in front of the hunters.

“Where… am I…”

Looking at the scene, Davik muttered with a dazed expression, which made the hunters widen their eyes.

“He, he’s awake!”

“Quick! Go report to Mr. Edmond! Tell him this guy is awake! I’ll stay here! Hurry!”

Seeing this, the two hunters exclaimed excitedly. Meanwhile, on the carriage driving far away, Dorothy watched the scene in the ward through her living puppet’s vision.

With a faint smile, Dorothy manipulated the comatose Davik using the puppet mark, making him speak with a dazed tone.

“Who… are you?”