Endless Debt

"I remember he was just discharged from the hospital yesterday, right?"

"I remember that too...why is he back again?"

"Is there really something wrong with this guy's mind? Or he really likes this, so he came back so soon."

"Shh, keep your voice down, we can't discriminate against patients."

"Oh oh oh."

"But...he doesn't really have that idea. Does he like any of us?"

"But didn't he say he had a fiancée? Could it be..."

"This is disgusting enough!"

Palmer fell on the hospital bed and closed his eyes tightly, trying to pretend to be sleepy and not listen to the whispers among the nurses, but what he didn't notice was that he had frowned, as if he was constipated. .

Since Palmer was pushed out of the operating room, he has been looked at with strange eyes by the nurses. It seems that in their eyes, Palmer has become some kind of pervert with psychological problems. In order to survive in a border sanatorium, Hanging out, even if you hurt yourself.

"I don't want this either!"

Palmer roared in his mind, "Damn Bologg! Damn job! Damn life!"

I don’t know whether to say Palmer is lucky or unlucky.

After being swallowed up by flesh and blood, Palmer was bitten and bruised all over his body, almost turning into a bloody man. However, despite the injuries, they were only superficial wounds.

Palmer looked miserable, but none of his important organs were attacked. After simple wound debridement, the guy was out of danger. He only needed to rest for a few days and wait for the wound to heal.

The nurses placed Palmer into the ward, the room became quiet, and Palmer slowly opened his eyes.

"damn it!"

With no one around, Palmer vented his anger.

"This job is really not something that humans can do. Today it is the King's Shield Guard and the Immortal Heart. Who knows what will happen tomorrow!"

Palmer yelled, lifted the quilt, and sat up reluctantly.

"No, I can't stand it anymore. I want to take annual leave. If I continue in this class, even if I don't die, I will have mental problems."

Palmer couldn't bear it anymore. Although his body was in terrible pain, he stood up awkwardly, opened the partition curtain, and was about to leave the ward. Then Palmer saw another person lying on the bed on the other side.

Palmer was not the only one in this ward, there was another person who had been admitted before him.

Palmer immediately realized that something was wrong. The Bureau of Order was a violent organization, but it was more or less a workplace. It was taboo to complain that one's company was not good in the workplace.

After swallowing, Palmer looked at the other person nervously, hoping that the other person was not an acquaintance of his... Then he saw a person who could no longer be called familiar.

"Old...boss?"

Palmer froze completely on the spot, looking at Lebius lying on the hospital bed.

At this moment, Lebius was in worse condition than Palmer, with most of his body covered in bandages and his right arm still wearing a plaster.

In the final attack on the Immortal Heart, Lebius grabbed the blade of the Iron Sword and injected ether to activate it.

While the Iron Sword cut through the Immortal Heart, it also almost shattered Lebius' right arm. Thanks to the doctors who arrived in time, Lebius' arm was saved.

The injuries to both ears have been treated with alchemical potions, and part of his hearing has been restored. For Lebius, this little bit of hearing is enough for him to listen to his surroundings.

Lebius reluctantly opened his eyes. He was already very tired, but he just didn't want to fall asleep and tried to stay awake. He would not fall asleep until he heard the mission report. He had always been a workaholic.

"Write the mission report first." Lebius's voice was very soft and his breath was deep.

"Okay...ok."

Palmer felt his legs shaking, whether from nervousness or fear.

Palmer has always had full respect for the warrior Lebius. Lebius just sitting there without saying a word can bring full pressure to Palmer, let alone I just said those words.

Even though Lebius was injured like this, Palmer always felt that if Lebius wanted to, he could strangle himself to death with just one hand.

"After you finish writing the report, give it to me, and then you can go on your annual leave."

"Annual...annual vacation?"

Palmer was stunned. He was ready to write a letter of apology, but Lebius suddenly approved him for falsehood.

"Haven't you not been back to Fengyuan Highlands for a long time? It's time to go back."

Lebius was completely unaware of Palmer's wonderful mental activities.

After thinking about it, Lebius added, "You did a good job in this operation. I will report this to the Klekes family. You don't have to worry about being scolded when you go back."

Palmer was stunned, and then his eyes became sore, and he could hardly control his emotions.

"boss……"

Palmer grabbed Lebius's hand and was moved incoherently. Lebius looked at Palmer with a bit of confusion, not understanding what Palmer was doing.

At this time, there were waves of footsteps outside the door, the door was opened, and the nurse pushed another patient into the ward.

They skillfully placed the patient on the hospital bed, inserted the infusion needle for him, and hung the sling bottle aside.

Someone noticed Palmer. Instead of lying on the hospital bed, this guy grabbed Lebius's hand, with a look of emotion on his face, as if he was about to cry.

"This guy……"

The nurses whispered.

Palmer took a deep breath and controlled his complicated emotions. He told him that these were just other people's opinions and that he didn't need to care about them. There was no need... there was no need...

Rubbing his eyes, Palmer always felt that his career was strange and a little outrageous.

He staggered to the side and saw that the guy on the hospital bed looked too familiar. It was Boluogo. He had his eyes closed and his breathing was calm.

"There is nothing serious about him, he is just too tired and needs to rest for a while."

Jeffrey walked in on crutches, with circles of bandages wrapped around his abdomen, and some blood seeped out.

He sat down on a chair nearby, his eyes wandered between the faces of several people, and then he let out a long breath.

"What a bad morning," said Jeffrey.

"This can no longer be described as bad."

Palmer sat back on his bed, filled with emotions.

"I can't believe it...is this a party after work? We're just getting together in a damn place like this." Palmer said bad things.

Looking at it now, all the staff of the special operations team who can go out into the field are here. Everyone is injured and happy in the misery.

Then Palmer noticed that there seemed to be someone outside the door, but she had been hiding at the door, hesitating and not daring to come in.

"It's okay, come in."

Jeffrey waved his hand, and after a few seconds, Aimu walked in cautiously.

As the person who caused the chaos in the timeline, Aimu was full of fear of Jeffrey and Lebius. At the end of the battle, she felt that she would be imprisoned, but in fact, no one took care of her, so she was inexplicably... Followed to the border sanatorium.

Aimu nodded at Lebius and Jeffrey, and quietly came to Boluogo's bedside.

The long-lost peace has come, and Aimu is still in a daze until now, as if she is still in a vain fantasy constructed by fantasy.

But the fantasy is over, and all branches of the future are unified and connected to this absolute and only reality.

Everyone in the ward was healed by such tranquility. Even Palmer stopped thinking and looked up at the ceiling, killing time in a daze.

Unfortunately, this kind of peace did not last long. There were running sounds in the corridor, and then another person opened the door and appeared in front of several people.

Bailey panted and looked at Aimu. She rushed all the way from the sublimation furnace core to the border sanatorium without any delay.

Aimu no longer resisted when she saw Baili. Before Baili could say anything, she smiled and opened her hands. In this time-axis disorder incident, Baili did not appear on the frontal battlefield, but the assistance she gave was insignificant. Everywhere.

Baili was not polite and swooped over, and the two hugged each other.

"You're still alive!" Bailey's voice was full of surprise.

"uh-huh!"

Aimu nodded vigorously, and then Bailey's arrogant laughter continued.