âWhatâs the situation?ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
A clear, boyish voice answered.
âNinety percent of the patients have completed treatment, and the critical patients are being treated in coordination with local hospitals. But the medical services havenât been paralyzed like before. Most of the minor injuries are being treated in tents.â
âEven trash can be useful.â
âThat expression isnât quite appropriate, Master.â
âThen what phrase would suit better?â
âThe saying âeven a dung beetle has its skillsâ would be more fitting.â
The man chuckled lowly.
âAlright, letâs go with that.â
Screech... Crocs stopped in front of the sliding door.
Click. A press of the button, and a blinding light flooded the room. The light illuminated the massive corpse of a monster sprawled on the floor. A white coat, along with tied-back white hair, swayed as delicate fingers pushed up a pair of glasses. Nam Woojin put on the gloves and mask that the boy handed him, then shuffled in his Crocs toward the monsterâs snout. The creature lay dead with its tongue sticking out.
âYou brought it in pretty much intact. I thought youâd deliver it in pieces.â
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