Some were flushed, their breathing rapid, as if they might stop breathing at any moment.
Some were pale-faced and frail, as though a gust of wind could scatter them away.
Others clutched at festering wounds, gritting their teeth as if enduring immense pain.
Hakuji was not an unreasonable person. Seeing their condition, he realized that he had been wrong.
"I'm sorry!"
Walking up to the crowd seeking help, Hakuji bowed and apologized to them.
"I was in the wrong before. I hope everyone can forgive me."
They were kind-hearted to begin with, and seeing that Hakuji had admitted his mistake, the commoners immediately spoke up to say that they forgave him.
"Although they have forgiven you, I haven't."
Pointing to a corner beside the house, Scribe said coldly.
"Now, as punishment, stand there while I treat the patients."
Hearing this, Hakuji's face immediately turned deathly pale.
Although he had apologized, what had happened could not be completely erased with a single apology.
Judging by Scribe's expression, he did not seem to have left a good impression. If this led to Scribe refusing to treat his father, then he would truly regret it for the rest of his life.
"Mister Scribe, I—"
Hakuji had just started to say something when Scribe interrupted him.
"If your attitude is good, Tamayo and I can make some time tonight to look at your father's condition."
With those words, Hakuji was pulled from hell to heaven.
The moment he heard that Scribe was willing to help his father, together with the renowned physician Tamayo, Hakuji did not hesitate in the slightest and ran straight to the corner of the house.
He shut his eyes tightly and stood with his back straight, looking like a student who had been caught by his teacher.
"All right, let's