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Renji fainted after that.

"O-Oh my God…" Ginnan muttered. Can't think. He fell silent as the man looked down and fell into his arms. His forehead was warm. And leans perfectly on his shoulder. Ginnan was confused. What's healed, huh? What has been allowed to go home? Are those doctors blind?

Renji's scent was even full of heat mixed with his new vomit.

"Ren?" Ginnan whispered. He glanced sideways hoping Renji was just kidding. "Y-You… are you okay?"

There is no answer.

Ginnan was nervous. He hugged back so that the man wouldn't just slump down.

"I'll take you to the hospital, okay?"

No more replies.

Ginnan reached into his cell phone with difficulty. He looked up the number of the nearest hospital on the internet and tried to call one. But when the dial tone started, Renji hugged him tightly.

"Stop."

"Eh?" confused Gin. "Y-You're awake?"

"I said stop, hang up."

Ginnan reflexively closed it. "But… you're sick."

"I just can't eat normally," Renji whispered. His voice turned low suddenly. And it was unintentional. "I just have to eat some more… right?"

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["No."] Ginnan denied in his heart.

Ginnan knew bulimia wasn't that simple. The symptoms might be subtle, as the doctor said alluding to Renji's character, but they could be seriously life-threatening. The sufferer is similar to anorexia. He tried to vomit food with all his might out of concern for his appearance and weight, but this was more because the mental pressure was too deep.

Just now Renji had been trying to eat like a normal person. But now it's all coming out on its own again—wait. Then why can Haru's peeled pear make him eat one meal at the hospital?

Was it because Renji's mind object now turned to that man? Could he have a problem with his manager?

"You want to eat again?" Ginnan asked. Ensure.

Renji squeezed Ginnan's pajama back. "Everything is like rotten garbage…" he whispered. "I hate sliced pears."

Looks like Ginnan's guess was right this time. Renji and Haru are indeed being cracked by trouble. Otherwise, this man might not suddenly want to see him.

"But your condition could get worse, you idiot."

"I know."

"Your stomach can feel like it's melting…"

"I know."

Ginnan racked his brains. "How about I try to cook for you?"

"Hah…"

"Hey, don't underestimate me," Ginnan said. "Look, I've been a kitchen worker since I was at the orphanage—I mean since I was little. So I can cook delicious dishes, even though it's typical of the countryside."

"Is that true?"

"Yes."

"…"

Ginnan glanced to the side. "I'll use your kitchen, okay."

"Hmm…"

"Does your fridge have anything in it?"

Renji didn't answer anymore. Again the man lost consciousness.

Like an old cell phone that suddenly dies, Renji can't control himself anymore. The man immediately snored softly once put to sleep properly.

Ginnan looked at the face. Which didn't hurt at all, and was just a little pale with parched lips.

"Oh my God… what exactly happened to you?"

Could it be that all of Renji's old age just now was just a cover-up? After all, his palms and feet were very cold, even though his body temperature was the opposite.

Ginnan remembered the grocery bag that Renji had brought from outside a while ago. He wrapped his arms around the man and left. A grocery bag was found, and it contained two sealed medicine bottles with foreign labels. He couldn't even recognize the language he used.

Could this be Dutch?

Ginnan thought so. And it's true, after searching for a while.

"Why the Netherlands—"

["Yeah, Deby…"] Ginnan thought.

Ginnan stared at his phone screen with a floating gaze. He remembered the image of the beautiful woman dressed in glitter. He was Renji's only relative here. And if true, then this disease is nothing new for the man.

Deby must know something too.

"Eh?"

Suddenly there was a loud ringing tone from another cell phone.

Renji's cell phone. The white one and his Sanji head hanger were sparkling red and blue. It was next to Renji's pillow and displayed the name of a suspicious contact.

-DON'T PICK IT UP-

"Don't pick it up?" confused Ginnan. If the one who saw the writing was himself, of course, it looked even more tempting.

"Why?"

Masochist, Ginnan instead picked up the call.

("Hello?")

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Soft female voice?

Who?

"Who?" Ginnan asked. Which is asked back the same thing.

("Eh? Who are you?")