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Inside the hospital room, Weston and Precht were using both hands and feet, preparing to beat the "knocked-out" Yuri awake.
Thump, thump, thump...
Slap, slap, slap...
"Weston, hit harder, just think of it as venting for Rita!"
"Sorry, I haven't had dinner yet, this is already the maximum strength I can muster!"
The two conversed while mercilessly raining punches and kicks down on Yuri's body.
In "Fairy Tail," this level of brawling was practically a common occurrence; if it didn't happen two or three times a day, everyone would feel something was missing.
As the saying goes, two fists are no match for four hands.
Not to mention that Yuri had just woken up from a faint and hadn't regained his strength yet, so he naturally couldn't block the frantic bombardment from Weston and Precht.
"Stop... stop... stop it right now!!"
Finally, as if his "fury meter" had finally filled up, a surge of power suddenly erupted from Yuri's body. With a "whoosh," he threw back the covers, interrupting the "punishment" of the two men in front of him.
"You are being insolent!"
"Shut up!"
Weston blurted out, followed immediately by a backhand slap.
Slap—!!
A crisp slapping sound echoed throughout the ward.
A bright red palm print immediately appeared on Yuri's face.
So satisfying—!!
So hitting someone like this could actually feel this good!!
Weston still kept a grim face, but he stopped his hand: "Are you more awake now?"
Yuri's eyes widened, looking at Weston in disbelief: "You... you're just a mere captain of the guard, how dare you treat a Prince like this?!"
"Looks like he's still not awake."
Precht narrowed his eyes and rolled up his sleeves, seemingly planning to follow Weston's lead and give Yuri a slap on the other side of his face.
"Wait!"
"Something seems wrong!"
Weston reached out his hand, stopping Precht's movement.
"What's wrong?"
"What's not right?"
Not knowing if it was because he was stopped, Precht felt an itch in both his palm and his heart.
Weston beckoned toward the back, calling over Grisha, who had been watching the drama from the sidelines for a long time: "Doctor Grisha, please come over and check Yuri's brain. I suspect he might have been knocked stupid."
"Impossible!"
"Absolutely impossible!"
"I checked him before, these are just common external injuries."
Despite saying this, Grisha still stepped forward and looked Yuri over seriously for a few moments: "If his brain really is damaged, then even with my medical skills, I would be powerless."
"As you know, mental treatments are not my specialty..."
Grisha excelled in pharmacology; treating things like headaches or fevers was no problem, but the symptoms Yuri was currently showing seemed like a mental issue, which touched upon his blind spot.
"Fine then, since you have no way either, we'll just have to take the person back and treat him ourselves."
Treat him themselves?
Even I, a doctor, have no solution; how are you, a group of laymen, going to treat him?
Grisha's brow twitched: "What ideas do you have?"
Weston said bluntly, without the slightest concern that Yuri was listening right in front of him: "Give him some stimulation, and he should get better!"
Hearing this, everyone present twitched their brows.
Based on the behavioral style of "Fairy Tail," the "stimulation" Weston spoke of was most likely very stimulating indeed!
Grisha was so scared he waved his hands repeatedly: "Take him away, take him away, lest something goes wrong later and you blame it on me."
"Hahaha... goodbye then!"
"By the way, just wait until Yuri is better and let him pay you for the treatment fees."
After saying that, Weston yanked away the blanket in Yuri's hands and then gave Precht a look.
Precht understood immediately and pointed toward Yuri.
Magic chains whistled out, and with two "whooshing" sounds, Yuri was bound up.
Seeing this, Yuri instantly shouted in panic: "What are you doing?!"
"Precht, let me go quickly!!"
Precht ignored him and dragged Yuri toward the exit.
Weston followed closely behind.
By the time the three returned to the guild, the night was already deep, but the guild members had not yet left.
They had already heard about Yuri being injured, and worried about their companion's condition, they were currently waiting in the guild for the results.
Bang!!
The main door was kicked open by Weston.
The figures of the three walked in one after another.
Precht was dragging Yuri like he was walking a dog, rolling his eyes as he said to Weston: "It's a house we built ourselves after all, can't you be a bit gentler?"
"I know, I know..."
Weston replied casually, and after entering the guild, he went straight into the kitchen.
Originally, Mavis and Zera had already made dinner, but because they were delayed by Yuri's incident, the two of them had finished eating long ago, washed the dishes, and were resting outside.
Fortunately, there were leftovers in the kitchen. Weston went to the stove, personally heated things up, and then divided them into three portions and brought them out.
One portion was for himself, and the other two were naturally for Precht and Yuri.
By the time Weston came out with the food, Precht had already explained to everyone what had happened at the hospital just now.
Upon hearing about Yuri's attitude toward Rita, everyone's reaction was the same as Weston and Precht's at the hospital; they all condemned Yuri and felt heartache for Rita.
"Yuri, oh Yuri, you scumbag, how could you make such a good girl like Rita cry!"
"Is this the legendary 'being loved gives one the confidence to be fearless'? Today I've truly seen it!"
"Scumbag! Lame!"
However, facing the accusations of the guild members, Yuri had... a face full of confusion.
"What... what on earth are you all talking about?!"
"How my relationship with Rita is, isn't it none of your business to meddle?"
"In the end, who even are you people?!"
Eh??
The guild members looked at each other, casting bewildered glances toward Precht.
Precht sighed: "This is what I just told you, an accident happened."
"It seems Yuri hit his head, and there's a problem with his memory."
Thud!
Weston set the food down on the table and said crossly: "Seriously, it's all because of you that I couldn't have dinner with Mavis and Zera..."
"Anyway, let's eat first. If there's anything to say, we'll say it while we eat."
After grumbling a bit, he didn't care about the other two and picked up his chopsticks and soup spoon, eating heartily.
Precht nodded and followed suit.
Yuri also looked hungry. He put his hands together and shouted, "I'll start now," and then immediately picked up his chopsticks as well.
Everyone present was stunned, staring at Yuri with wide eyes as if they were seeing some kind of unbelievable monster.
"Look, look!!"
"I told you this guy wasn't right!"
If one were to say who among those present knew Yuri the most deeply, it would definitely be Precht.
"The old Yuri would just eat directly; he would never do something like 'giving thanks before a meal'!"
"I seriously suspect now that this person is not Yuri at all!!"
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