Chapter 1751: Bitter Fruit (Part 40)
"What other collections?"
After staring at him for a few seconds, the other man had suddenly made such a request, leaving Dorian visibly stunned.
"Outlander dolls. Patients who were healed just like him."
"Given your great renown, I assume he wasn't the only one?"
Fu Qian gestured toward the pile of ash.
"That's true..."
Dorian didn't deny it, though he still seemed somewhat reluctant to comply with Fu Qian's request.
"Relax. I'm not here to fight for justice on their behalf. There are degrees of kinship even among outlanders."
Fu Qian knew what Dorian was worried about. He was concerned that things might get too lively and provoke Fu Qian into lowering his chances of survival.
"Fine... this way."
Clearly aware that he had no choice, Dorian didn't dare ask for more. He accepted the suggestion at once.
Once he stood, he gestured for Fu Qian to follow him through the door at the back, deeper into the clinic.
The clinic wasn't very large, but its layout was somewhat complicated.
Doctor Dorian was clearly not very good at making use of space. Compared to the cramped treatment rooms at the front, there was plenty of empty space in the back.
Yet he didn't set foot in any of those empty areas. He simply led Fu Qian down the corridor to a more desolate courtyard, then continued to a round tower in the corner.
Creak—
With a grating groan from the door, the small space inside came into view.
It was certainly lively.
The hall had seemed cramped earlier, but compared to this place, it might as well have belonged to another dimension.
There was clearly no thought given to leaving room to move. What caught the eye first was a dense jumble of