ALL NOVEL Chapter 7: Chapter 7 - Analysis Skill
When Ernest realized Olivia's existence, he got up quickly and immediately hugged his own chest with both hands. He pretended to be embarrassed and felt he had been wronged. To be more convincing, he even made a sad expression.
Olivia saw that occasionally Ernest still had a smile on his face, which destroyed his lie.
"This is already the second time you've seen my naked body, don't tell me that you won't take responsibility!"
"S-stop reacting as if you're a victim of harassment. Who told you to misbehave inside the hospital."
"Hiks, how wicked of you... hmm, whatever."
After responding to Olivia's grumbling in kind, Ernest stopped caring about her arrival and stopped pretending to be embarrassed. He patted his hand muscles and thought about the results of the experiment he had conducted.
Being able to exercise for tens of minutes without fainting was something to be grateful for.
'I think this is the current limit of my body's ability.'
His body was already sweating profusely. He was already feeling the signs of his consciousness wanting to escape. Without any order from his brain, his body staggered slightly so that he unconsciously leaned his hand on the bed.
The good news was that he didn't faint immediately even though he had been exercising for a long time.
"You seem to be in good health seeing that you still have time to exercise?!"
Olivia, who had switched to professional doctor mode, came over and helped Ernest to sit on the bed. She was even willing to get his clothes and tell him to put them on.
"It's not good if you push yourself right away...."
"Why are you here?"
Before Olivia finished lecturing him about exercise procedures for patients who had just woken up from a vegetative state, Ernest asked first.
"...Come to my consultation room immediately. We need to talk."
Olivia had originally planned to talk to Ernest in the room where he was being treated, but due to the smell of sweat that filled the air, she canceled her intention.
While covering her nose, she hurriedly went out and left Ernest, who had a puzzled look on his face.
"Hey..." Ernest wanted to stop Olivia but he couldn't. 'You haven't told me where your consulting room is,' Ernest thought.
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Although Ernest finally managed to find Olivia's consulting room, he was confused at first. Even after asking a few nurses who passed by, he was still confused because the size of the hospital was too big.
"Please have a seat."
While inviting Ernest to sit down, Olivia took off the white robe from her body and hung the robe on the robe hanger.
As she sat down on her office chair, Olivia massaged her shoulders from left to right as if she was exhausted.
Ernest's butler soul thrashed as if he wanted to give Olivia a massage immediately.
When in the Netherworld, he often massaged Lilu as a leisure activity... actually he did that so that the other demons would see that Ernest actually had a busy life too.
"Should I massage your shoulders?"
"...W-what are you talking about, are you crazy?"
"It seems like you have a very heavy burden."
Seeing Ernest talking while looking at her boobs, she instantly understood what the burden he mentioned meant. Because she felt harassed, she wanted to warn him, but before she could scold him, an uninvited guest stormed into the room.
"Hey, Olivia!"
Hearing a familiar voice, Ernest immediately turned his face to the entrance. When he saw who was coming, he immediately realized that it was the doctor who had previously taken him to the morgue—the person who was likely looking to illegally sell his internal organs.
The doctor's appearance was that of an ordinary mid-twenty-year-old man, but he looked haggard. The black color on his lower eyelid also caught Ernest's attention. It was not uncommon for a doctor to have panda eyes, but from the way he walked and acted, the thought that he was a drug user could not escape his mind.
Because his curiosity was so high, Ernest unintentionally continued to pay attention to the doctor until a surprising thing appeared in front of his eyes.
[Analysis skill - activated.]
[Name: Dicky DuPont.
- General Status:
Non-Awakener.
- Condition Status:
Junkie].
A status window of the doctor appeared in front of him.
He remembered earlier that there were some skills that he managed to recover. But since he couldn't open the status window himself, he couldn't confirm what skills he could still use.
'Is this one of the skills that I can still use?'
He was currently not an awakened person, so it was very strange if he could use a skill. However, when he saw that it was the Analysis skill, his face seemed to say, 'As I expected.'
He had expected that he could still use his analysis skill. The analysis skill was the only skill that he could use in any state of his being, whether when he was a baby, after getting the curse, or even when he became a demon in the Netherworld.
If you ask, how Ernest could survive in his previous life even though he was a weak person who had a curse on his body, then it was all because of the analysis skill.
With the analysis skill, he managed to avoid every danger that wanted to come to him or help him make decisions. One of them was the decision to remain a slave to the underground organization he was in debt to.
It can be said that the analysis skill was his innate skill.
After reading the status window of the male doctor named Dicky DuPont, it turned out that Ernest's guess was correct that the doctor was a drug user.
Even though Ernest was watching him, Dicky walked towards Olivia as if Ernest's existence didn't exist from the beginning.
"What did you come here for?"
"Hehe. As usual, I just wanted to see you. How about it, do you want to go to dinner with me?"
He seemed to be trying to woo Olivia. A horrible laugh occasionally came out of his mouth and the strange smile on his lips made him look like a real pervert.
"H-How many times have I told you that I'm not interested in going out to dinner with you. Can you come out now?!"
It turned out that it was not only Ernest who put his arm around his shoulders and was disgusted by Dicky's behavior, Olivia also felt the same way. While rubbing her shoulders, she tried to drive Dicky away.
From the way Olivia responded to his dinner invitation, Dicky didn't seem to be her superior. Ernest was a little confused why Dicky dared to speak to Olivia like that.
"Is it still because of this patient that you refuse my invitation? Why is it that every time I ask you out, you always say that you have to take care of this patient?"
Dicky's finger pointed at Ernest's face.
In his heart, Ernest screamed, 'Why are you dragging me into your problems?'
From Dicky's words, it seemed like Olivia often used him to escape from that one bully.
"How long are you going to keep using the excuse of serving an ungrateful patient like him? Shouldn't we just kick him out of this place now that he's conscious?"
Just seeing Dicky's shameless face made Ernest frown, let alone hear those offensive words that were not pleasant to hear.
He couldn't help it. Whether he liked it or not, it seemed like he had to get into the business between Dicky and Olivia. Should he protect Olivia behind his back like a boyfriend defending his girlfriend? Just thinking about that scene made him want to vomit.
'I'd rather decorate this room with blood. Isn't that more beautiful?'
The corners of Ernest's lips stretched wide. He flashed a mysterious smile brilliantly.