Dimly opening his eyes, Mingu saw a white ceiling.It was the same situation as when he had the traffic accident long ago, but this time, an excruciating pain that felt as if it were crushing his entire body greeted him. Lying on the bed in agony that prevented even a proper groan from escaping, Mingu barely managed to turn his head to look around. Surprisingly, in the bed next to him y the stranger he had encountered in the prison. His lips were tightly sealed and his face pale, but Mingu could vaguely guess. Perhaps this man was the benefactor who had dragged him out of that hellish gang's den and brought him here.Where the bullets had ripped through him, pristine white bandages were wrapped tightly. Seeing the absence of any bloodstains, Mingu stared down in disbelief. A strange sense of relief seeped in, repcing the stopped blood. Clearly, someone had tended to him. And it must have been more than just simple first aid; it was undoubtedly a fairly professional level of care.Not long after, a man in a white coat approached Mingu's bedside with quiet steps. Fatigue and an unreadable worry were etched on his face."Are you okay?" the doctor asked Mingu in a low but clear voice."Yes... I pain..."Mingu barely managed to convey his condition by piecing together the few English words that came to mind. His mind was bnk from the unfamiliar environment and the persistent pain. Despite his clumsy English, the doctor nodded calmly."Take a rest.""Thank you..."The sound of his own voice, just uttered, felt foreign to Mingu's ears. Thank you. It was an emotion completely contrary to the resolve he had held deep within his heart until now. For someone who had tried to give up on life himself, gratitude for being kept alive was something he couldn't possibly feel comfortable with.There were more people passing by in the hallway outside the hospital room than he had expected. Mingu's gaze suddenly stopped at the other patients visible through the open doorway. Surprisingly, most of them had bandages somewhere or were wearing casts. Even more astonishing was that they also seemed to have suffered gunshot wounds like Mingu. Casually observing the areas where they were injured, Mingu felt a chilling sensation. The depth of the wounds seemed significant enough to be guessed even beneath the bandages. If they had been shot at close range, their bodies would have been unrecognizable. It was as if they had been hit by rge-caliber bullets with tremendous force from a distance."I... I can heal them..."Mingu muttered involuntarily. Seeing the serious injuries of the patients outside the room, he felt an intense urge to unleash his suppressed abilities.The doctor, startled by Mingu's sudden words, widened his eyes in surprise and asked, "Are you a doctor too?""No... I am... healer..." Mingu barely managed to expin his identity in broken English."No kidding!"The doctor's expression shifted from bewilderment to astonishment. He urgently grabbed Mingu's arm, but Mingu shook off his hand as if repulsed and approached the patients with staggering steps. Despite the excruciating pain, an incredible change occurred in the patients he touched. Those who were dying miraculously woke up and sat up, and those who had been groaning from severe injuries walked out of the hospital room looking completely fine.Everyone in the hospital, including the doctor who witnessed this unbelievable scene, was speechless. Their eyes were wide as if they had seen an incredible magic trick. A reality that could not be expined by science unfolded before their very eyes.However, despite Mingu's miracle, a despairing sight still existed. His healing abilities were useless against patients whose life threads had already been severed or whose brains were severely damaged by gunshot wounds, leaving them unconscious. Watching the corpses pile up coldly in a corner of the hospital, Mingu was once again overcome with deep frustration. He had saved a few people, but still, more were dying.Having finished healing with all his strength, Mingu slumped down onto an empty chair, exhausted. Beads of cold sweat dotted his forehead.The doctor cautiously approached him as he rested and spoke."Why... don't you heal yourself?"The doctor looked at Mingu with eyes that still held astonishment. His voice contained worry along with incomprehension."I... I... no... need..."Mingu mumbled weakly. He didn't feel any need to heal himself. After all, he wanted to escape this painful world anyway. From his pale face, empty eyes, and somewhat resigned tone, the doctor stopped questioning him further. He could vaguely sense that a deep sadness and despair hung over Mingu. The doctor could feel that, regardless of his ability to heal physical wounds, Mingu's inner self was severely ill.Several weeks passed. Although there was still pain, Mingu's body had recovered enough for him to travel again. Moreover, thanks to his touch, many patients in the hospital had regained their health and were able to return to their daily lives. But ironically, one corner of the hospital was still filled with an ever-increasing number of corpses. Mingu carefully examined the gunshot wounds of the deceased. Most were clean penetrating wounds, as if they had been accurately shot in a vital point with a single bullet from a distance."A sniper."The doctor, who was watching him from the side, muttered in a low voice."Sniper?"Mingu repeated the doctor's murmur as if questioning himself. A sniper. Wasn't that someone who appeared only in games, taking down distant targets with a single shot? He never imagined such a thing could happen in reality."We have to hunt down the sniper... to prevent more victims..."The doctor's voice was low and沉重, but within it y a steel-like determination and unwavering resolve. His eyes, instead of the previous despair and helplessness, now shone intensely like a burning fme. His strong will to no longer stand by and watch innocent people perish was palpable.