It's all one flower.

Three days later, a patient rushed into the 23rd section clinic of the refugee camp.

"Oh, help me! Stop the bleeding... please heal my finger right now!"

A middle-aged brown-haired man cuts off his breath and screams, sticking out his right hand.

The index and middle fingers are lost from the root, and the ring finger is barely hanging.

A patient undergoing internal medicine fainted, and the nurse suddenly supported her to prevent a blow to the head. The sound of the chair falling and the screams and screams of the patients who were pushed out of turn stopped perfectly.

There was a dull accumulation of blood on the floor of the clinic.

The middle-aged man's clothes were stained with blood splashes, and blood dripped from the gap of his left fist.

The curse doctor Septentorio refused to be attacked by the beast and broke several places, and walked up to the rushing emergency.

A man breathes deeply on his shoulders to straighten out his disturbed breathing. The distance is unknown, but there is less redness on the cheeks compared to running because the bleeding became more intense because of running.

The curse doctor Septentrio uttered powerful words touching the man's right shoulder.

"Leak the frailty of your body and stay within your life."

Flowing Blood Flowing Blood Flowing Strictly Closed Inside

Waiting for the drops of blood to disappear, the wizard's nurse washes the patient's blood away with Fucking Water . A science internist and nurse put a fallen internal medicine patient on the table.

The curse doctor sits the patient with a broken finger on the chair and [sees].

"Whoever touches the white scales, licks the white scales..."

Several rushing footsteps crashed into the clinic.

There he is!

"You son of a bitch, come here!"

You don't have to cure this kind of thing, Doctor Curse!

With the [Ribbon of Protection] wrapped around his left arm, three men and women with spears were members of the vigilante group.

"Come on!"

A man of good stature grabs the patient's right arm who has lost his finger and forces him to stand up. The patient tried to say something, but her mouth just moved and she couldn't speak. I turned my bloody face toward the magician. His hips moved away from the chair, but he couldn't get up and fell to the floor.

A vigilante tongues and pulls his arm.

"Come on!"

Let's keep going!

"Ta...... Tasu......"

"Wait, please." I don't know what happened, but I need treatment first. "

You don't have to do that.

The vigilante lady didn't let the curse doctor tell everyone.

"We are the vigilante of the 21st arrondissement. He's a thief's habit, and he's just taking all his fingers so he can't get hurt again, so you don't have to stick his fingers to it."

The voice of the woman holding the spear echoed heavily in her stomach.

Two vigilante men grabbed the patient's arms one by one and dragged them.

"T-That's me..."

Even though you held the scene, are you still going to cut Shira?

A woman struck the suspect in the chest with the handle of a spear.

Septentriau said, grabbing the handle of the spear.

"It's already bleeding a lot. If I cut my finger off anymore, I'll lose my blood."

"It's okay. This kind of guy."

Once again, the Female Corpsman blocked her way and turned a rugged face to the Curse Doctor.

"There are no police, no courts, no prisons, and it's better to let go of thieves."

A vigilante who grabbed the suspect's right arm said, watching the entrance to the clinic.

A patient in the queue asks a question.

What did that person do?

I stole the sanitary wares and gave them away to the young man in the next compartment to make a nice face, or exchanged them for food for my childish auntie.

And lately, it's not like he's been missing women's underwear.

A vigilante lady added, waving her hand at the curse doctor.

"If you keep it alive, it might take up the flavor and make it even worse."

Suspects and vigilantes say they are residents of Sector 21.

It was not long after I moved in that I started running out of sanitary products.

Initially, it was not possible to figure out the number of women, so it was thought that the same number was distributed uniformly to all the round log huts. However, even after the roster creation of each hut starts this summer and is distributed according to the required amount, there will still be a shortage in certain huts.

There are also women who need to change frequently due to physical constitution, gynaecological diseases, etc. The public health nurse conducted an interview survey in the shed where there was a shortage of sanitary supplies.

However, there is no one who uses up 28 packages in a month. On the contrary, it was found that there were those who lost the moon due to malnutrition, and those who fell into irregularity every few months.

We don't have enough left.

The vigilante suspected theft and began vigilante activities.

If the culprit is a woman, it cannot be said that rationing is not enough, and it is likely to be used for her own purpose or for bartering between women, but in the case of men, it is different. I am concerned about escalating the crime and turning my back on sex crimes.

At the same time, the public health nurse who was in charge of the twenty-first, twenty-second and twenty-fifth compartments by himself asked if there was a similar case and he asked about it.

In the twenty-second compartment, several high school girls replied that they had an uncle who gave them sanitary wares for free. Each of them lives in a separate round log cabin, but it's all on the west side, close to the twenty-first block.

"Honestly, I feel bad that my uncle brought it here, but it was really helpful until it turned into a ration for the number of people."

The girls answered with a uniform, subtle look.

Recently, I brought a brassiere saying, "Because my skin can't see through the T-shirt," but the girls were creepy and no one took it.

Women with children say there are middle-aged men who come to exchange sanitary products and food. This is all the huts on the west side.

So I gave the whistles to the old ladies in the hut who tended to run out of napkins and asked them to keep an eye on me.

The vigilante pitched it near the shed while cutting firewood and fetching water.

"When I step into the shed where the whistle rang, he comes out of the woman's bed."

"Oh, no, it's a misunderstanding!" I forgot something, so they asked me to bring it. "

"Then why is there a napkin in your pocket!"

"There's no way a college girl could ask her old man to bring her such a thing!"

For now, I'll check with you later, but aren't you out of your mind?

"Well, I'll go get it myself."

A patient with a fracture who was discontinued from treatment turned to the subject with disgust and contempt.