"So, Doctor, is there any way to treat my problem?"
They said sickness made no distinction between doctors and patients, but Fu Qian's condition was obviously far too complicated.
For a moment, even Dorian, the Cold Mountain Master Physician, furrowed his brow, looking quite stumped.
However, Fu Qian didn't give him much time to deliberate before pressing for a diagnosis.
"...Of course."
"My reputation as a doctor has never been in question, whether among the townsfolk or outsiders."
The latter didn't disappoint. After giving Fu Qian a long look, he finally offered a rather encouraging answer.
"But what are you planning to pay me with?"
And now the downside of Geese Pass, No Trace became clear: the consultation fee arranged by the Warehouse had obviously been swallowed up, so Fu Qian would have to pay again.
Fu Qian looked down at himself, then at what he held in both hands, and finally fixed his gaze on the doll.
"How about this?"
"...Of course. I just said this doll was nicely made."
For a moment, the atmosphere in the already silent clinic seemed to freeze.
Dorian followed Fu Qian's gaze, a turbulent glint in his eyes.
But in the end, he nodded, even going so far as to offer an excuse for him.
"I think so too. Lady Xilaliya is quite skilled."
With the consultation fee settled, Fu Qian looked delighted and handed over the doll without hesitation.
Even without any memories of their previous interactions, Fu Qian had never expected Dorian not to suspect him.
A doll of Xilaliya alone was enough to leave him with a head full of questions, searching high and low for answers time and again.
There was no doubt that it was Dorian's work, and he would never believe it was a real coincidence