The attending physician's assistant? That actually made perfect sense.
In a place this high-end, they should at least have a medical team.
Sure enough, the candor continued, confirming Fu Qian's suspicions.
The Unyielding Man before him was no ordinary guard—he was also a medical worker at the sanatorium.
Though that only made things more interesting. An internist coming out to patrol?
Brother Unyielding Man had already made it quite clear: when they had met last time, Fu Qian had not been "perceptive" enough.
He had clearly implied that when he was Number One, he had been dressed the same way. It was just that Fu Qian had not, as he had this time, noticed the distinctive air that set him apart from the other guards.
So he had been working two jobs all along? It was true that competition in medicine was fierce these days, but this place was hardly short on money. His income should not have been that tight, right?
"Have you never considered replacing him?"
Sighing inwardly at the hardships of life, Fu Qian casually tossed out an exceptionally provocative remark.
As everyone knew, conflict between the lead and the assistant was innate.
It was as natural as the sun rising in the east and setting in the west—the kind of thing that normal people would never believe even if vehemently denied.
And at this very moment, the evidence was once again right before him.
Even under these circumstances, Fu Qian's seemingly random comment had successfully made the man's eyes flicker.
Brother Unyielding Man had quite solid mental fortitude, after all. He had been repeatedly jerked around by Professor Fu's train of thought for so long and still retained a measure of rationality.
Yet even he had suffered such a major failure in facial expression management.