The doctor did not bother with Black Tail as it fled. To survive in this city, one had to understand what was none of their business and what they must not touch.
"Here to see your mother?"
The doctor ordered a servant to bandage the wound on Dead Line's arm.
"I just came to see whether that Old Witch was dead yet."
The expression on Dead Line's face was terrifying. The doctor led him through the clinic's corridor to a ward. Dead Line had originally intended to take one look and leave.
But suddenly, Dead Line felt some emotion that had long been sealed away within his consciousness... awaken.
As he stared at the figure in the ward, he could no longer hold back and burst into tears.
"What's wrong with you?" The doctor frowned tightly as he looked at the grown man sobbing like a baby.
"I... don't... It's just... what the hell is this?"
Dead Line kept shaking his head in denial, yet he continued wiping away his tears. Crying loudly in front of others was simply too humiliating.
But he could not stop at all... Dead Line was not crying out of sorrow or pain, but from being moved and from guilt.
The doctor took a slight step back as he watched Dead Line suddenly act hysterical. This city never lacked people with something wrong in their heads.
Dead Line cried for over two minutes. After wiping the tears from his cheeks, he felt an indescribable sense of relief.
It felt like he had been soaking in a swamp for a long time, only to be pulled out and given a hot bath, leaving his entire body warm and comfortable.
"Black Tail!" Dead Line looked at the wound on his arm and instantly understood where this state