Murderous Assault

Disputes were naturally rare in a place like a clinic. Even when they occasionally occurred, they were usually settled quickly. Basically, no one was willing to truly cause trouble at a clinic, especially since Feng Ye was already a renowned physician of this generation.

No matter how formidable or influential someone was, there was no guarantee they would not be injured or fall ill someday. Everyone would eventually need a doctor, so naturally, they were unwilling to conflict with one.

However.

The trouble brought by this patient seemed to be rather serious.

In the blink of an eye, night arrived. The man with the knife wound, who had been quietly resting in bed, suddenly opened his eyes. There was not the slightest trace of sleepiness in them. With some difficulty, he rolled off the bed and climbed to his feet.

Supporting himself against the bed, he took two steps forward. Sensing that he had recovered a little mobility, he drew a deep breath and slowly made his way to the door, pushed it open, and stepped outside.

The courtyard was pitch-black.

He quietly felt his way along the corridor toward the entrance.

But just as he was about to reach the gate, a lantern suddenly lit up.

The man jolted.

Turning around, he saw two figures standing behind him. One was Feng Ye, dressed in loose robes and seemingly just risen from bed, while beside him stood Mitsuri Kanroji holding a lantern.

"Honestly, you were seriously injured. We already told you that you had to stay in bed and rest!"

Mitsuri Kanroji looked quite angry. She held the lantern in one hand and placed the other on her hip, but then seemed to realize that her posture was somewhat unladylike and lowered it again. Walking toward the man, she said,