810: The Funeral Procession (Part 1) [Monthly Ticket Request]

The delivery room was in utter chaos.

Outside, everything was just as chaotic.

[You couldn't get anyone? Not a single person?] The woman clutched the only son she had left who could still run errands, unable to believe it. Her eldest son's injuries had yet to heal, and her youngest couldn't withstand a shock. Her second son had been ordered to find a midwife and physician and had nearly run himself ragged, only to return with such terrible news. She broke down. [Did you tell them we'd reward them handsomely? If they're willing to come, we can offer a hundred taels of gold!]

[Mother, I told them. I told them all!]

Her second son looked just as distraught and desperate.

He had even disregarded the family rules, putting a blade to their throats and threatening them. He would have dragged them back by force if he had to. But they had dropped to their knees and kowtowed. [Young Master Zhao, please don't make things difficult for us. If we leave this door, our whole families will die!]

He had snapped, [You're not afraid of dying right now?]

Driven into a corner, the physician had despairingly prepared to smash his head against the wall and kill himself. If the young man hadn't reacted quickly, the physician would have cracked his skull open. With no choice but to return empty-handed, he heard the physician explain the real reason with a bitter smile.

[Young Master Zhao, it's not that we don't care if people live or die. We truly can't help you. Just think about who owns this clinic!]

Running a clinic wasn't something ordinary people could manage.

Most clinic owners had connections and standing.

Though these proprietors had different surnames, that didn't mean they weren't connected. A single word was all it