I transmigrated and got a husband and a son!
Chapter 857: Free of charge

Chapter 857: Free of charge

"Bwahahaha!"

Primo sighed heavily as he sat down on the edge of the bed. Looking at the shut door, he could still hear Moose’s evil laughter.

"I know that guy has a loose screw, but did he snap?" he wondered under his breath, shaking his head. "Though, he’s quite good."

Gazing down at the meticulously tied bandage around his body, Primo couldn’t help but admire Moose. With the world they moved into, it was only natural for them to learn basic first aid methods. But he could tell Moose knew more than that just by the way he took out the bullets from Primo’s flesh.

"I guess he’s a legit doctor in the past." Slowly, Primo let his body fall to the bed, wincing when he bounced off a little. "Ugh... I thought I was dead..."

Primo trailed off as he heard a sudden bam from the door. Peeking down, he caught Moose strutting in.

"Hello, patient! Are you still alive?" Moose inquired, despite seeing that Primo was looking in his direction. He stopped three steps from the bed, scanning Primo from up and down, before nodding in satisfaction.

"I guess you’re doing fine." Moose chuckled and then dragged his feet toward the chair several steps from the bed.

"From my perspective, I think you’re the one who needs to be checked," Primo commented as Moose sat down. "You were laughing like a maniac out there. I already considered myself crazy, but I think there’s something wrong inside that head of yours."

"Hearing you say all that, I’m now sure you’re perfectly fine!" Moose smirked before he dramatically held his phone. "Well, I should report that to my mistress."

Moose happily held his phone with both his hands, his thumb typing on it. Meanwhile, Primo slowly pushed himself to sit up once more.

"You should stay on the bed," Moose advised without looking at his patient. "Doctor’s order."

Primo snickered in ridicule. "I’m already fine."

"The last time I know, your license is not to diagnose people but defend them in court," Moose replied lazily, still on his phone. "If I were you, listen to the expert. Stay on the bed and reserve that energy for something more important than arguing with someone you’d never win."

The corner of Primo’s lips curved down, looking at the nonchalant Moose with displeasure. Even so, he didn’t argue further. Although he disagreed with the part he would never win against Moose in an argument, Primo needed to conserve his energy for something more important. For instance, taking down Dimitri.

With that thought in mind, Primo slowly fell on his back. Another short grunt escaped his gritted teeth as his back landed on the soft mattress. For a good minute, silence dominated the room until he broke the silence with a quiet voice.

"Hey, Mr. M," he called quietly, eyes still on the ceiling. "Are you sure this place is safe?"

"Mhm." Without looking at the man on the bed, Moose hummed. "That’s why it’s one of my safe houses."

"One among a few safe houses, huh?"

This time, Moose blinked and lifted his eyes to the bed. "I won’t blame you if you doubt the security of it. The only reason I have a few safe houses is because it gives me more reassurance. Owning a few will buy me time if I made an enemy I shouldn’t."

"Why?" Primo murmured, but it was still loud enough to reach Moose. "Why do you struggle so much?"

"Why do I struggle so much?" Moose cocked his head to the side, confused. "What do you mean by that? I’m not struggling that much. If someone is struggling here, that’ll be you."

"Considering your line of work, or rather, being a part of the underground, makes us live a life full of uncertainty. One second, you’re at the top of the world, and then the next second, you’re dead," Primo explained, his eyes narrowing slightly as his gaze was still on the ceiling. "Why the need for reassurance when you know no matter what, you might die?"

He paused for a second as if reflecting on his life. "Why struggle to live when you know for yourself you’ve sinned enough and thus, death would come no matter what?"

"Not only sinners die, Attorney." Moose smiled as he let out a short chuckle. "As a doctor, I’ve met good people. People who had big hearts to spare, innocent children who had yet to learn what was right and wrong die of illnesses or meet an unfortunate accident."

He shrugged nonchalantly, resting his arm on the backrest of the couch he was sitting on. "All people and everything had their end, that’s true. For your question, why am I trying so hard to live? My only answer to that is ’why not?’"

"I might get assassinated ten seconds from now, but at least, I know for sure that I did my best to live." Moose smacked his lips as he shrugged once more. "After all, isn’t that what life is all about? We are born in this world whether or not we want to — regardless if the person bringing us into this world is capable or not."

"If that’s the case, we might as well do our best to do whatever we can in this life others called gift," he added. "If you don’t understand why people call it a gift, then I think you should live long enough to understand why’s that. Overcomplicating things won’t help anything."

A short chuckle escaped Primo as he listened to Moose’s reply. "How nice," he whispered, eyes softening. "It must be nice to be such a simpleton."

"It is why the phrase ignorance is bliss exists," Moose commented. "Sometimes, being a simpleton is much better than being a little too smart."

"I see..." Primo nodded slightly, keeping his eyes fixated on the ceiling. The corner of his lips curled up into a subtle smile, thinking about Moose’s simpleness. "So I assume becoming rich is your calling, huh?"

This time, Moose took a moment to answer, smiling at some sort of silly thought in his mind. "You can say that."

"Man... I should’ve met you earlier in life." Primo slowly closed his eyes to rest. "I would’ve saved a lot of time thinking about my purpose in life."

"Heh. Since I’m in a good mood, I won’t charge you anything for imparting my wisdom," Moose humored, raising his brows as he studied Primo, who fell asleep almost immediately. He shook his head slightly, shifting his attention back to his phone.

"It’s not like you still have the money to pay me anyway," he whispered, smiling. "Considering he was in a psychiatric ward for a long time, he’s surprisingly dramatic."