"What is this…?"

Uijae carefully placed his hand over the wound. Despite the horrific injury, there was no blood. Was this the same kind of wound as the spear that had pierced Sa-young's back? Nam Woojin, who had been watching, frowned.

“Well... the situation is urgent, so let's try an emergency treatment.”

He extended his hand over Sa-young's wound. A soft, white light emanated from Nam Woojin's hand, flowing gently toward Sa-young's chest. After a few moments, the pallor in Sa-young's face seemed to fade slightly, though his naturally pale complexion made it difficult to tell.

"...Phew."

Nam Woojin let out a small breath. Sweat beaded on his forehead and temples, his lips pressed tightly together and his brows furrowed. He was clearly using his own life force for the treatment. The thought of the emaciated state in which Nam Woojin had previously hung on came to mind. Without realizing it, Uijae grabbed Nam Woojin’s wrist, causing the light to stop. Nam Woojin looked at Uijae with a startled expression.

"What... Why so sudden?"

For a moment, the image of Nam Woojin's dried-up, skeletal hand overlapped with the one he now held. Though thin, the hand in his grip appeared fine. Ah. Uijae quickly let go of his wrist and bowed his head.

“I'm sorry.”

"...It’s fine.”

Nam Woojin rubbed the wrist Uijae had grabbed, noting how deeply the thick protective suit and gloves had creased from the force. Uijae, embarrassed, took a step back. Nam Woojin, still massaging his wrist, glanced carefully at Sa-young's wounds and muttered to himself.@@novelbin@@

“I’ve seen wounds like this before. Just recently.”

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