Chapter 659 - Having a Flat Chest is Also a Disease!

Mag rode his bicycle toward the restaurant with furrowed brows as he contemplated his trip to Rodu.

It appeared that the trip was unavoidable—that much was certain. As such, the most important thing was to ensure a higher level of safety, and that his true identity as Alex wouldn’t be exposed.

His enemies were too powerful; if his cover were to be blown as he currently was, there was no way that he would be able to survive.

“Under the bridge in front of my door, a brood of ducks swims by…” Amy sat on the backseat with a joyful expression, singing a song about counting ducks. She appeared to be in a very good mood.

Meanwhile, Ugly Duckling was lying in the bicycle’s basket, rolling from side to side with a suicidal expression while suppressing the urge to barf.

“Father, do you like my singing?” Amy suddenly cut off Mag’s train of thought.

“Huh?” Mag faltered slightly, and an apologetic look appeared on his face as he said, “That was really good, Amy. Can you sing another song for me?”

“Of course I can! Let me sing about the mushroom-picking little girl.” Amy was very pleased by Mag’s compliment, and she continued, “The mushroom-picking girl has a basket on her back…”

Her crisp and tender voice was very pleasing to the ears, and as Mag listened, he was able to set all of his worries aside.

Amy was always able to instill in him a sense of tranquility as if she was his safe haven.

The bicycle stopped outside the restaurant, and Mag carried Amy and Ugly Duckling as he made his way toward the restaurant. Everything was pitch-black inside the restaurant, and Mag found that to be rather perplexing. Why are the lights off? Is Babla already asleep?

“Is Big Sister Babla a little piglet? Why is she sleeping so early?” Amy giggled.

“Perhaps she is,” Mag replied with a smile. He pulled the key out of his pocket and unlocked the door. Just as he was about to open the door and walk in, he suddenly discovered a shadow lying sprawled at the restaurant’s entrance, and it seemed to be a humanoid figure.

“Holy f*ck!”

Mag was so startled that he almost dropped his key. He crept gingerly into the restaurant, only to find a humanoid figure lying face down on the ground with a head of disheveled long hair.

“It’s Big Sister Babla! What happened to her?” Amy asked with a nervous expression as she held Ugly Duckling in her arms.

Mag turned on the light, and found that it was indeed Babla lying on the floor. Her left arm hung limply by her side, while her right index finger was extended, having seemingly written something on the ground with her fingertip. Her face was very pale, and she lay completely stationary.

Is this a murder crime scene?

A chill ran down Mag’s spine upon seeing this. He hurriedly bent down and put a finger on Babla’s neck. Her skin was slightly cool to the touch, but he could still feel a faint pulse in her neck. He heaved a sigh of relief upon making that discovery—at the very least, she wasn’t dead.

“There are some words here,” Amy said as she pointed to Babla’s hand.

Mag picked up Babla’s hand, only to find a few words scrawled out using black charcoal powder: give me beef kebabs…

Mag then inspected Babla’s outstretched right index finger, and saw that there was also remnant black charcoal powder on her fingertip.

Could she… have fainted from hunger? Mag looked at Babla with a slightly farcical expression. Prior to going out for the banquet, he had left some dinner for Babla in a thermal box. She was sleeping at the time, so he wrote her a note and plastered it onto the kitchen’s door.

“Father, what should we do now?” Amy turned to Mag with a curious expression on her face.

“Let’s get her awake first.” Mag flipped Babla over before picking her up in his arms.

She was only around 1.55 meters tall, and her chest was completely flat, so she weighed about as much as a child.

Mag’s footsteps faltered as he said to the system, “System, do a full-body scan on her and tell me what’s wrong with her.”

The system’s voice sounded in reply. “You do not have the right to request diagnoses, please upgrade the re—”

“500 copper coins for one diagnosis; deal or no deal?” Mag immediately cut the system off.

“Deal!” the system immediately replied.

“Ding! Diagnosis completed! 500 copper coins have been deducted! Diagnosis report is ready!” The system’s voice soon sounded again.

Mag placed Babla on a table nearby and began to read through the diagnosis report in his mind.

Babla, 15 years old, gender: female, power level: 7th-tier spatial magic caster. Diagnosis report: severely low blood sugar level! Severe anemia! Severe flat-chestedness! Other physical markers are all normal.

“System, what the hell is this flat-chestedness?” Mag was starting to doubt his eyes.

“From a medical perspective, severe flat-chestedness is also a gynecological disease. If left untreated, it could have severe negative implications on a woman’s mentality and self-esteem,” the system explained in a serious manner.

“You sure know how to bullsh*t.” Mag rolled his eyes; he couldn’t be bothered to argue with the system. Severely low blood sugar level and severe anemia; it’s quite ironic that a pampered princess is suffering from these conditions.

However, seeing as a diagnosis had been made, Mag knew what he had to do. At the very least, it wasn’t something serious like a heart attack or terminal cancer. Some food and water should be enough to help her recover.

Mag made his way into the kitchen and poured a glass of Spring of Life water. He then added two spoonfuls of sugar to it before helping Babla up and feeding her the simple concoction.

After a while, a hint of color appeared to Babla’s pale cheeks, and her feeble breathing also gradually quickened. At the same time, her body temperature had also risen slightly.

“Hmm… Where am I?” Babla slowly opened her eyes in a feeble manner. Her gaze then fell on Mag’s face, and she immediately stiffened upon realizing how close his face was to her own.

Babla suddenly felt as if she had regained feeling all over her body. The sensation of the large warm hand on her back made her eyes widen immediately. A blush appeared on her face as she immediately stood up on the table.

However, she was still quite feeble and unable to support her own weight, and thus stumbled into Mag’s arms. Her arms reflexively wound themselves around his neck, and her face was even closer to his than it had been before.

“Come on now, I only saved you in a humane gesture; there’s no need for you to dive into my arms like this.” Mag was still holding a glass in his hand, and he looked at Babla with a resigned expression.

He simply couldn’t even work up a shred of interest in an undeveloped little girl like her.

A panicked look appeared on Babla’s face as she unconsciously released her hands. As a result, her face slid down Mag’s chest, all the way until she was kneeling before him.