C373 A Person Is a Medicine but a Medicine Is a Person

The man suddenly turned his face away as he stared at the skyscrapers outside the window with his deep gaze. He then started to look outside with the buildings that were several tens of stories tall. Blue skies and white clouds were pitifully few.

"What medicine?" he asked.

"It's a medicine for headaches." This question was somewhat confusing.

His face was expressionless