Bonesetter

Bonsetter, as usual, was sitting in his office, thinking about something and silently writing something down with a pen on a piece of paper. But the familiar creak of the door and footsteps were heard. Another stalker. He looked up, looking at you in the doorway of his office and said calmly Hello, stalker. Do you need something? Came to buy medicine? Or did you just come to talk and heal the wound? Raised eyebrows