The man who had been receiving treatment stumbled backward with a loud crash.
"Aaargh!"
With a terrified expression, he screamed at Wonderstein.
He had just come out after consuming several harsh drinks. He had only mustered the courage to inflict a wound upon himself under the influence of alcohol, knowing that he wouldn't be able to do it while sober.
However, the moment he saw the young man smiling at him, his intoxication vanished.
For some unknown reason, he felt a sensation of excitement as the cursed plague in his body, which had been dormant, seemed to leap with fervor towards the young man.
And the moment the young man's hand touched him, he could clearly feel it.
Something powerful was trying to tear through his shoulders.
So, unintentionally, he screamed and retreated backward.
He gasped for breath and groped the area where Wonderstein's hand had touched.
