Divine Grace Brotherhood

"Sally, who is this?"

"This gentleman has business with you!"

"Does he have an appointment?"

Hearing the faint displeasure in Doctor Bion's tone, the round-faced nurse wanted to explain, but Zhang Tie turned to her. "All right, there's nothing for you to do here. Go out first!"

The round-faced nurse glanced at Zhang Tie, hurriedly lowered her head, and left. As she went, she even shut the door behind her.

"Sir, my time is very busy. If you need treatment or a house call, you generally need to make an appointment first!" Doctor Bion said to Zhang Tie in an affected tone.

Zhang Tie walked over and, under Doctor Bion's somewhat displeased gaze, took out his identification and held it before him for a careful ten seconds. When he put it away again, Doctor Bion's face changed as if he had performed a face-changing trick. All displeasure vanished, instantly replaced by an affable, kindly smile. Beneath that smile, however, was a trace of panic. When an ordinary nobody was suddenly sought out by someone from a powerful apparatus of violence, anyone would feel panicked.

It was as though a seesaw had been installed beneath their backsides. The moment Zhang Tie sat down on the office sofa, Doctor Bion sprang up from his chair. He then carefully approached Zhang Tie, bent forward, and bowed at the waist. "Sir... what do you need from me?"

"There is a small matter," Zhang Tie said blandly.

"Ah, please tell me, please tell me..."

"Sit down first." Zhang Tie pointed at the sofa opposite him. Without realizing it, he had already turned from guest into host.

"Ah, yes, yes!" Doctor Bion properly sat across from Zhang Tie, his legs pressed together and his posture restrained. One look was enough for Zhang Tie to know that