"Your hand's hurt?"
Kakyoin said he was fine, but Jotaro instinctively took another look.
"Yeah, I probably cut it last night," Kakyoin said, opening his palm.
"Wow, what a cute baby~~"
At the sight of the little baby a local woman had brought over, the old geezer grinned so broadly his wrinkled face practically turned into a chrysanthemum.
After his persistent negotiations, the owner reluctantly believed that their group included a medical graduate with a doctorate who had studied in Britain. He had someone bring over the baby who was about to board the plane, so their supposed "miracle doctor" could examine him.
The little baby's skin was somewhat dark, his forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat, and his tiny body trembled. Anyone could tell he was suffering from illness.
"Mr. Joseph, where's that doctor in your group? Please bring him over right away!"
Ever since the baby had been brought over, the owner had felt inexplicably irritated.
It felt as though some foreign object was stirring inside his head, so his attitude was no longer as friendly as before. Instead, he frowned and said impatiently, "As you can see, this child's condition can't wait any longer!"
His unspoken meaning was: if you could treat him, then damn well do it; if you couldn't, stop wasting time here!
Joseph's expression turned serious. Of course he understood the gravity of the situation, and he immediately said, "Please wait a moment. I'll fetch him right away!!"
A moment later, Josen followed the old geezer over to the others, having changed into a white coat and put on a mask at some point.
The owner was impatiently about to find fault, but the instant his eyes met Josen's, the agitation of unknown origin in his heart miraculously vanished, leaving nothing but