"Could you bear with me for a moment?"
"Okay, Doctor. Let me tell you, Lorenzo, that guy is really fierce! I shot him, and he didn't even flinch... Doctor, gentler, gentler!"
"I'm already being as gentle as I can... Please try not to move around."
"It's bleeding! Ahhhh!"
In the room, the sounds of wailing like ghosts and wolves resounded.
"The amount of bleeding is massive!"
Red Falcon half-lay on the bed, screaming in agony while describing the bone-chilling battle, grabbing a bottle of alcohol to relieve the stress.
"The injuries aren't too serious; just gunshots and stab wounds."
The ship's doctor seemed like someone who had seen a lot and wasn't picky. He took out the blood-stained bullet and tossed it into the trash bin, then took out some painkillers from the bag for Red Falcon.
"What do you mean by 'just'?"
Listening to the ship doctor's description, Red Falcon was extremely displeased; it felt like someone casually saying 'It's nothing, just an arm snapped off.'
