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"OK!"

"I'll contact them right away!"

Helena was able to do this kind of thing - after all, Edison had provided technical support in this regard.

But what she didn't expect was...

Just as she was about to do so, Nightingale suddenly reached out and stopped her.

Then, the nurse looked at Ian and said:

"Speaking of which-"

"Has the problem been solved now?"

"Hmm... almost."

"That--"

Nightingale leaned in front of Ian.

"Shouldn't we continue what we didn't finish in the car?"

599. Nightingale's Sandwich Cooking/Helena's Ian Trial Time (4k)

"So why is this happening?"

Ian looked at the scene in front of him and didn't know how to describe it for a moment.

"It's all right that Nightingale planned to do this—but what are you doing, Helena?"

Just like what the man said.

In this vehicle provided by Edison, Helena, contrary to her usual practice, did not sit in the front driver's seat, but instead followed Nightingale to the back.

Fortunately, the back of the car is quite spacious, so Helena can sit there.

"Yeah... Ian is right."

Nightingale held her husband's hand like a dog guarding its food.

"Helena, although I am very grateful for your help, if you want to get a piece of the pie at this moment, I will never agree to it."

"Hey Hey hey!"

Helena supported her waist with her hands, but her figure was so petite that even this action did not seem to have any lethality.

"Who do you think I am?"

"Am I the kind of person who just casually joins impact?"

"..."

Nightingale frowned slightly, and it was obvious that she was not very satisfied with this answer.

But Ian came to her rescue at this time.

"ok, I get it."

"if it is like this--"

"Then you should at least tell us why you did this?"

"..."

"That's it..." Helena's face turned slightly red, and it was obvious that she was still a little embarrassed about what she was going to say next.

But perhaps because she knew that what she was doing was actually shameless, she still said it directly.

"I'm just curious about that... that size, what it would feel like if I really did that."

"what?"

"Don't use that tone or look like that!" Helena gently pushed Ian. "I have absolutely no idea about this!"

"Although everyone calls me Madame Blavatsky, I'm actually not very happy to be called Madam or something like that. After all, I ran away the moment I got married, didn't I?"

"Uh... so, you're actually still a married woman?"

"Yeah! Isn't it okay for a pure virgin wife?"

"..."

Ian didn't know what to say for a moment.

Every word Helena said was true, but when put together they seemed so absurd and strange.

"In fact, I do not know."

Nightingale said this out of the blue.

"After all, I haven't tried to see what kind of muscle changes will occur in this environment."

"Hey!" Helena excitedly grabbed Nightingale's hand, as if she had found a like-minded person.

"Right, right! Look, as a doctor, you don't know what's going on, right?!"

"Ian, hurry up!"

"Why do I feel something is wrong..."

"Cut the nonsense!"

Ever since——

At the joint request of Nightingale and Helena, Ian once again became a volunteer for medical research.

“It’s really scary…”

Helena's throat moved slightly, and then she used her fingers to gesture something on her arm.

After realizing that this was indeed an exaggeration, she couldn't help but sigh.

"How on earth is this done... Ian, can you tell me?"

"Even if I tell you, there's no point, right? Mrs. Helena... can you really make a replica of it?"

"Don't call me Madam!" Helena pouted. She seemed unaware that she was unexpectedly cute in this kind of thing.

"But speaking of-"

"It seems that cloning one isn't impossible—well, using modern robotics to replace humans seems like a good option."

"...Isn't what you said too scary?" Ian couldn't help but complain.

"All right."

Nightingale reached out to stop Ian and Helena's discussion about replacing humans with modern machine technology.

She seemed quite sensitive about Ian's contact with other girls.

"It's almost time."

"I...can't let you watch anymore."

"...Okay." Helena muttered softly, and then made some space for Ian and Nightingale.

Full of anticipation, she just played the role of an audience member.

It turns out that this level, which was beyond Helena's imagination, was quite lethal.

After just one heart-to-heart exchange, the Theosophical Girl saw the expression on the nurse's face as she was unable to escape after her weakness was discovered.

The cold wind blew gently outside the car window, but it could not calm Helena's restless heart.

For her——

Being able to see what is happening at this moment may be considered a supplement to life experience, right?

"Does it really feel this way..." Helena couldn't help but ask.

Nightingale paused for a moment and looked at the girl beside her.

Her tone lacked the seriousness that a nurse should have, and was replaced by the joy of a wife.

"Helena, can I ask you a question?"

“If… you saw an antique you really liked, what would your reaction be?”

"Of course I'd keep it carefully—and then take it out again and again to study and appreciate it in the days to come!"

"..."

Helena answered Nightingale without thinking, and then she was stunned.

She suddenly understood.

"Nightingale, you mean... because it's Ian, it doesn't matter even if it's not that good?"

"wrong."

Nightingale put her arm around Ian's neck.

In front of Helena's face, she gently sipped the man's neck, leaving an extremely beautiful mark on it, as if making some kind of mark.

"Helena, it's not because I like Ian that this is so wonderful."

"It's that he can make this kind of thing beautiful—so my love for him is more meaningful."

"This..." Helena blushed slightly.

"Then Nightingale, aren't you saying that Ian gave you..."

"You mean to say I'm conquered?" the nurse said bluntly. "You're right—that's exactly what you said."

"But Helena, this is nothing to be ashamed of."

"Does the person I like have to have a dysfunction? Can't I be a macho man and a husband at the same time?"

"Isn't it a wife's right to show shamelessness because of her husband's terrible behavior?"

"..."

Helena opened her mouth slightly.

It can be seen that she has been completely "conquered" by Nightingale's rhetoric!

"Nightingale, I understand."

"Well, it's good that you understand." The nurse turned around and looked at the man in front of her.

Her originally cold red eyes now took on the shape of love.

"Ian."

"It's time to conduct the final test."

"Yeah...I know."

The cold wind was still blowing outside the car, but Helena's heart could not calm down no matter what.

If possible, she hopes she can be a nurse for once.

I don’t know how long it took.

Nightingale's nurse's uniform was neatly folded.

Helena, holding it, took a few sniffs - hmm, it was a mysterious smell.

"Nightingale, you really treasure this suit."

"Yes." The nurse nodded. "After all, for me... this is my life creed, and I can't abandon it no matter what."

"A creed for life?"

This was the first time Helena heard Nightingale say this.

Before this, the nurse actually behaved more like an unsatisfied girl.

"Well...I want to save all the injured people in this world."

"And Ian is the one who helps me do that."

Nightingale raised her head and looked at the man in front of her who was looking at her with gentle eyes, and her tone became more obedient.

"So I have to keep him."