“What’s the situation?”

A clear, boyish voice answered.

“Ninety percent of the patients have completed treatment, and the critical patients are being treated in coordination with local hospitals. But the medical services haven’t been paralyzed like before. Most of the minor injuries are being treated in tents.”

“Even trash can be useful.”

“That expression isn’t quite appropriate, Master.”

“Then what phrase would suit better?”

“The saying ‘even a dung beetle has its skills’ would be more fitting.”

The man chuckled lowly.

“Alright, let’s go with that.”

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 monster’s snout. The creature lay dead with its tongue sticking out.

“You brought it in pretty much intact. I thought you’d deliver it in pieces.”@@novelbin@@

“...”

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