Noh Su-Bong was flustered by this situation.

'What the hell is going on here?'

Kim Hak-Cheol was being tormented by his nightmare. That alone wasn't so strange, though. A living person was bound to experience a terrifying nightmare or two in their lives, after all. And people having nightmares could be found commonly in the world, right?

The problem here, though, was not that simple. Kim Hak-Cheol's nightmare was continuous, which was the real issue.

People could have nightmares, yes, but suffering from them every single night? Now that was uncommon. However, Kim Hak-Cheol was also visibly losing weight with every passing day.

“Hurgh...” Kim Hak-Cheol was shivering away pathetically in the far corner of the living area, his teeth clattering away noisily.

However, that sight only fueled Noh Su-Bong's irritation level even higher. “Hah, that stupid bastard...!”

Kim Hak-Cheol had never been a gutsy character, but he still had a fairly good head on his shoulders. So, Noh Su-Bong decided to keep this fool around as a useful underling, which was why this pathetic sight was beginning to irritate him.

“How can anyone become a goddamn invalid just because of some nightmares?” Noh Su-Bong grunted unhappily. Unable to stare at the shivering, sobbing wreck of Kim Hak-Cheol anymore, Noh Su-Bong got up and put on his shoes. He glanced at the nearby junior soldier. “When are they admitting him to a hospital?”

“But, uh... Sir, the base's surgeon...