Kang Chan had just finished having breakfast with Seok Kang-Ho when Yoo Hun-Woo entered the room to sterilize their wounds and change their bandages.0

“When do you think I can be discharged?” Kang Chan asked.0

“Well, it’s not like you’re going to stay in the hospital even if I tell you to,” Yoo Hun-Woo replied with a scoff as he bandaged Kang Chan’s wounds. “This is a gunshot wound.”0

Looking up from the wound, he continued, “The wound on your shoulder is bad enough to consider surgery. If I wasn’t aware of your unique physical abilities, I would have put you on the operating table.”0

Yoo Hun-Woo replaced his surgical gloves with a new pair. “Mr. Seok’s wounds are similar to yours, but the way it’s healing up is a bit different.”0

Snip. Snip.0

While talking, he skillfully cut off Seok Kang-Ho’s bandages with scissors.0

“I think I’ve already gotten the gist of what you do, Mr. Kang Chan, but if you push yourself any harder than this, you might never get to use your shoulder properly again. Not even surgery would be able to help you.”0

Based on this sly snake’s facial expression and tone, Kang Chan would likely have to say goodbye to being discharged immediately.0

“What about me?” Seok Kang-Ho questioned.0

“You’re a perfect candidate for surgery,” Yoo Hun-Woo replied so firmly that Seok Kang-Ho immediately shut up. “Mr. Kang Chan.”0

“Yes?”0

“I know what a gunshot wound means. I also understand that there were probably unavoidable circumstances,” Yoo Hun-Woo said as he changed the bandages on Seok Kang-Ho’s shoulder. “Still, next time something like this happens, at least try to protect your body.”0

He meticulously taped the bandages,...0