To be fair, she was somewhat younger than Mrs. Tracy.
The woman under the lights looked only to be in her thirties, and her hair was even shorter than the hairpin girl's.
Yet paired with her fairly well-proportioned features, it did not seem incongruous at all. It simply gave her a crisp, capable air.
Of course, she might have been younger, but in terms of looks, she still fell short of Mrs. Tracy.
That crispness, however, gave her an extra touch of approachability, making it difficult to dislike her.
For someone like her to be troubled by a toothache was quite the contrast. It made one wonder what extraordinary reason lay behind it.
"Can't I?"
As he assessed her, Fu Qian replied to the Black House Lady's question with a smile.
"That's your freedom. Maybe Selvis would be delighted to see you like this."
The Black House Lady spoke quite clearly, with no sign whatsoever of swollen, aching gums.
Yet the faintly unnatural twitch of her jaw still subtly betrayed her.
Moreover, Fu Qian could guarantee that she had already noticed the damage to the clothes, yet even now she had not shown the slightest concern over where their original owner had gone.
Those details alone seemed enough to suggest an unusual state of mind.
"Selvis likes new patients?"
What pleased him most, naturally, was that she had brought up the attending physician herself.
"No, he likes new conditions."
The Black House Lady did not seem to think much of the man, merely snorting coldly.
"If I suddenly swallowed my own finger, he might be very happy too."
He sounded remarkably pure-minded.
Though the Black House Lady had a poor impression of the attending physician, Fu Qian had some additional thoughts about him.
He did not sound like someone