The hospital said letting the wound breathe and changing the dressing often was best, but Wooheon disagreed.
Looking back, the boy must’ve panicked too—the cut hadn’t gone as deep as he’d thought.
That’s why he’d been able to get back up so fast even after being stabbed.
He wasn’t bleeding anymore, so removing the bandage seemed better for healing.
With snakes, even shredded skin healed quickly with just some ointment.
“What are these humans so afraid of?”
How many anthropomorphs like that could there really be?
Wooheon saved the report summary and turned to the mission files.
The backlog was brutal.
“God, I really don’t want to do this....”
He muttered the words without thinking, wiping his fingers with a tissue.
It was the first time Wooheon—who usually buried himself in work—voiced that kind of complaint.
Sitting still and doing nothing but work left him stifled.
He wanted to rest, but the mistake weighed on him too heavily.
He had to make up for it somehow.
