Two minutes later.
Two muscular men wrapped in bandages lay on the floor, while a woman as fat as an Ino was beaten black and blue and knocked to the ground, with a knife wound on her wrist staining her bandages red.
Hattori Heiji sat on the sofa, Toyama Kazuha's lower calves pressing against the edge of the sofa as she treated his wound.
"Mr. Kusukawa, how are your injuries?"
"Fortunately, I played dead and escaped with my life. They're just some superficial injuries; a couple of ribs might be broken, but it's nothing."
"That's good."
Confirming that Kusukawa was still alive, Hattori Heiji breathed a sigh of relief, turned to look at the fallen people, and asked Fujino, who had just finished treating their wounds, with some confusion: "Weren't you a bit too ruthless this time?"
"Not ruthless. After all, they had guns."
Fujino free-loaded a wave of experience in the Doctor Profession and stood up: "Besides, my attacks weren't that heavy either. Although it looks terrifying, they're at most superficial injuries and won't cost them their lives. Maybe their internal organ functions will be affected?"
As he spoke, he walked over carrying the medical kit: "At the very least, it won't result in any deaths."
"You really are terrifying, huh..."
Hattori Heiji put on deadpan eyes: "As long as it doesn't kill them, you beat them half to death, right?"
"Terrifying?"
Fujino thought about it and gave a light scoff: "Things like gentleness and kindness are reserved for those close to you. For trash like this, you have to be even more terrifying than them to keep them in check."
He glanced at the injury on Hattori Heiji's face and couldn't help teasing: "Still, you really are kind. People beat you up into such a Tori-like state, and