then.

He glanced at the curve of Christina's back, picked up the automatic stapler on the table, and greeted the wound on his leg like a staple.

clatter!

"snort!"

The first time he let out a muffled groan.

Damn it!

This hurts more than I thought.

But since you have done this, there is no way back.

clatter!

clatter!

clatter!

Major Hunter endured the pain and sutured his own wound.

"What are you doing?"

Christina, who heard the movement, turned around and saw the scene and was shocked: "I haven't had anesthesia yet?"

“so?”

Major Hunter pretended not to care and asked coolly.

"Are you reincarnated or retired?"

Christina was stunned for a moment, and when she listened to the stapler-like stitching sound, she felt pain, and suddenly asked when she thought of something.

“Rotation.”

Major Hunter was delighted.

Woman, it finally caught your attention, it surprised you!

This is a man!

"Still rotating?"

Christina glanced at him sympathetically: "You already have signs of PTTSD. While it's still mild, retire early. Don't delay it until it's serious. It will hurt your family at that time."

“…I don’t have ptsd!”

Major Hunter was speechless.

Nowadays, women in the city have a brain circuit, and why can't they keep up at all?

"are you sure?"

Christina looked at him with pity: "You obviously have anesthesia injections to be used, but you don't want to be used, and you have to endure this unnecessary pain.

This is not ptsd, is it m?

Don't tell me it doesn't hurt!"
Chapter completed!