After saying this, Funai Er didn't linger.
She straightened her dark red velvet cape and walked barefoot across the bloodstained carpet. Like ink dissolving into shadow, she vanished down the corridor as silently as she had appeared.
A figure soon emerged from around the corner. It was the family doctor, who seemed to have been waiting on standby. Only after Funai Er had left did he hurry over, carrying a dark brown leather medical case.
This was the first time Yu Xing had observed the doctor so closely.
The man looked to be around fifty. His hair was meticulously groomed, and he wore a well-pressed black three-piece suit with gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose. He looked much more respectable than most members of the secret cult, and more like a professional in the service of a wealthy family. But his appearance and demeanor were quite ordinary; his presence might not even match Masha's. It was hard to tell what position he held in the cult.
Still, since he had been allowed to perform Anthony's "surgery," he probably knew more than Yu Xing imagined, and his status couldn't be low.
"Mr. Yu Xing, Madam asked me to treat your wounds." The doctor stopped in front of Yu Xing. His voice was steady and emotionless. He showed no reaction to the wreckage and heavy stench of blood in the corridor, clearly long accustomed to such scenes.
Yu Xing glanced at him without a word, then gave a slight nod.
The doctor motioned for Yu Xing to sit in a nearby chair in the medical room, then opened his case.
The instruments and bottles inside were quite strange. Along with ordinary disinfectant alcohol, gauze, and suturing needles and thread, there were many glass bottles filled with viscous, dark-colored liquids. They bore no