Elsewhere, at noon, in the Brown Kingdom ten thousand li away from Faoken, inside a clinic on the western edge of Gooseberry Village at the foot of the Astra Mountains. "Doctor Tracy, thank you for curing my daughter. These are just a token of my appreciation. Please, you must accept them!"
A middle-aged man dressed in old linen clothes, carrying a basket of game in one hand and holding his young daughter's hand with the other, spoke tearfully to Tracy Plonte, who wore a white coat, had graying hair, and a somewhat stooped figure.
"No need, Mr. Wilson. It was simply my duty."
Tracy smiled and waved him off. Then he gently patted the little girl's head before reminding Wilson with a kind smile under his admiring gaze:
"Although Alice has recovered for now, the plague spreading around Astra recently has never appeared in any medical text."
"So there is a chance it may relapse. If you notice Alice developing a fever or a persistent high temperature, please bring her to me immediately."
"Thank you, Doctor Tracy. I understand."
Hearing the reminder, Wilson hurriedly nodded in earnest.
Looking at the kind old doctor who had treated his daughter free of charge, Wilson suddenly felt deeply embarrassed. Just as he was about to grit his teeth and take out some money from his pocket—
As though he had already seen through Wilson's thoughts, Tracy smiled and interrupted him:
"Mr. Wilson, there is no need for that. As a follower of the Golden Church and a local physician appointed by the Kingdom, helping villagers is my duty as a believer. You need not take it to heart."
"Besides, the villagers of Gooseberry Village already take good care of my daily needs. Take this food home as well. Alice needs the nourishment more