Chapter 845: Fix him
Primo’s lips parted, his eyes fixed on the wounded soldier Heaven was dragging out of the woods. Once Heaven had cleared the forest, she dropped the soldier’s feet and scanned him and Moose.
"What the hell is that?" Moose, accustomed to her regular antics, pointed at the soldier near her feet. "Why did you come out dragging him with you? Where’s your ride?"
"It broke down on the way here." Heaven tipped her head back to the forest. "It’s not so far—"
A thunderous explosion suddenly rang in the forest, compelling the three (Heaven, Moose, and Primo) to look back. She shrugged and then redirected her attention to the two.
"See?" she said. "It’s not that far. So, you don’t have to worry that I dragged this guy all by myself."
"Who said anyone’s worried?" Moose’s face twitched in dismay. "No one’s worried about you. If anything, we should be worried about ourselves."
"Fine, whatever." Heaven waved dismissively, her eyes falling on Primo, who was sitting on the ground. She scanned him for a moment before snapping her eyes back to Moose. "Fix this guy."
"Huh?" Primo cocked his head to the side, gazing at Moose.
"He doesn’t want me to." Moose shrugged. "I told him I can perform surgery, but he doesn’t believe in me and my license."
Heaven nodded in understanding, assessing the man’s situation. "Fix him. He’ll die."
"What?" Primo gasped, watching Heaven turn around to face the soldier she dragged out with her. When he turned, he caught Moose marching in his direction.