The Best Way to Protect Your Teammates

-In the noisy corner of the 'Big Meat Skewers' pub, a seemingly drunken black-haired young man slapped the table and sneered at the fateful legend of the 'Demon King' and the Brave One: "…a group of guys playing house at the bottom of a well have no idea how many disgusting guys are squatting on the edge of the well!" Amid everyone's questioning gazes, he first waved his hands with a harmless look on his face: "Don't look at me? I'm just an ordinary trainee healer, and I have to rely on my teammates to protect me." But when others laughed at him for only telling big words, a chilling light suddenly flashed across his drunken eyes, and his voice deepened: "Unless... My teammates really can't save me." "At that time, I can only find another way to 'cure' the concept of 'injury' from the source." ... "No one stipulates that healers can't work part-time, right?"