I Became the Cute One in the Problem-Solving Team

Fixers, especially the unknown ones, often have deep ties to the underworld. The reason is simple: nowhere else has as much demand for fixers as the underworld. Think about it. A fixer is essentially a globally recognized high-performance errand center. But ordinary people living normal lives don’t really need the help of such fixers. How often does a corporate worker, living a repetitive daily life like a hamster on a wheel, find themselves in a situation so dire that they need someone else’s help? And even if a problem arises, most of the time, it can be resolved by the police. Spending a fortune to hire a fixer is a once-in-a-lifetime kind of thing. However, for those living in the underworld, it’s a different story. This is a world where knives and fists are closer than the law, a harsh wilderness. A fixer who takes on requests for money is like a reliable mercenary. Plus, they can’t expect help from the police here. For them, a fixer is a literal problem-solver who can turn dire situations around. For fixers, if they don’t make a name for themselves, they won’t get lucrative jobs. So, the underworld feels like a very attractive blue ocean even for unknown fixers. “Her name was Yuria, right? Doesn’t like candy much? How about chocolate? It’s quite expensive, but what do you think?” ‘And this person is also a fixer who mainly takes requests from underworld residents. A medical fixer who treats anyone for money…’ I carefully observed the man handing over candy and chocolate, trying to ease my guard. A man with scars, one side blue and the other white, a rough-looking guy. If my memory serves me right, his name was probably Crow. In the original work, he was a skilled, eccentric doctor who was often the first to be sought out when a sick client appeared. A drag artist with an open mind, not caring about gender. I knew he was quite famous in this industry. Night Haven’s hospital always left traces one way or another. And unlicensed private doctors often couldn’t be trusted for their skills. Crow, a verified fixer with excellent medical skills, naturally stood out. What if it’s not Crow but someone with a similar appearance? …A rough-looking male doctor with a distinctive hairstyle and a feminine tone. There shouldn’t be two of those in this world. That would be seriously wrong. “…Mr. Crow. Can you just check my condition already?” “Oh, so cold. I want to get close to this cute kid too….” Apparently, according to Alice, who was holding my shoulder, he was indeed Crow. Good. The world isn’t messed up. I quietly accepted his candy, thinking about how he might be hurt if he heard my thoughts. Despite his appearance, he’s considered top-tier in skill. It wouldn’t hurt to get closer. Looking at the wrapper of the candy he handed me, it was mint-flavored. Giving me this to eat? Should I be glad it’s not ginseng candy?