The Military Chef of a Ruined World

“How is your wound regenerating on its own?”

Even so, how could I possibly know what a healer like you don’t?

I shifted my gaze back to the injury.

The flesh was squirming, slowly regenerating.

This wasn’t due to any healing skill, was it?

“I need to start treatment right away; we can discuss it later.”

“I was worried that the wound might be infected. But seeing how it’s healing like this, it should be over soon.”

The medic held a needle in his hand, while the priest from the Buddhist background clutched a cross and began to pray.

I wasn’t entirely sure what was happening, but in the distance, our comrades were still engaged in battle.