Mistaken for a Criminal (2)

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To put it simply, Boss recovered well.

For one thing, he hadn't drunk bleach; he'd eaten meat treated with bleach, and he had washed it fairly thoroughly.

It didn't develop into the serious situation we had feared.

“Didn't you say last time that when you were unwell, drinking milk would make it worse?”

“At the time, I suspected gallstones. And now the problem is bleach, isn't it? It's a different condition.”

“Ugh... I definitely washed it well before eating.”

There were moments when I felt like punching Boss a few times, though.

In any case, we neutralized it with milk and kept giving him diluted potion at regular intervals to guard against possible intestinal perforation (*a hole in the intestines).

Fortunately, perhaps because he was a first-tier superhuman...