Chapter 1185
Though Anton mainly wanted to be left alone and have doctors stop pestering him, he couldn’t really tell them to stop when it wasn’t just for the sake of his own health. Also, one of them was certainly not a doctor.
A relatively large snout sniffed his hand. Anton had little opportunity to interact with Aconite in the past, given that she was born in the upper realms. Now, bringing a small number of people back and forth just took time. This particular necessity justified the use of the limited ships traveling between realms.
“I can barely smell the poisons,” Aconite admitted.
“It’s been a long time. I’m surprised you can smell them at all. Also… does that mean there are still traces in me?”
“The scanners must have trouble picking out small concentrations,” Aconite said. “Technology isn’t better than a specialist. Don’t worry, your healing is already outpacing the damage. You shouldn’t suffer any permanent harm. Aside from what already happened.”
Anton suppressed an urge to cough. It wouldn’t do any good, as the various harm to his body hadn’t particularly targeted his lungs or throat, but it was almost instinctive as the memory of illness. He hadn’t been poisoned often enough to associate such feelings with that rather than more mundane things, though Shelach’s poison had been far worse.
“What is your role here, Aconite?” Anton asked. “Determining that there are still traces of poison?”
“That’s a coincidence. I needed to observe. Can I take them out?”
“As long as it shouldn’t cause any harm.”