While Claire was still covering her nose, a tall, skinny, unkempt bearded man in a black robe approached her.
He warmly said, "Are you here to see a doctor? I'm the doctor here, Moses."
Claire looked at his outfit and frowned even more. No matter how she looked at it, he did not resemble a doctor. He looked more like a sewer cleaner, and a faint stench wafted from his body.
"No, I'm here for my mother," Yuna said. "She's still in the clinic. You said you couldn't cure her before, so I want to take her home."
Only then did Doctor Moses notice Yuna beside Claire. His expression immediately turned disdainful, and he waved his hand as though shooing away flies.
"We agreed beforehand that there would be no refund even if you took her away. If she can't be cured, it only means your mother's body is no good. Everyone else can be cured, so why can't she?"
Moses had been enthusiastic toward Claire at first because he thought she had come to give him money. Also, her clothes clearly looked expensive, so he had to curry favor with her. But now that it seemed she had come with this girl, she could not possibly be anyone important.
Yuna seemed frightened by his tone. She lowered her head and said, "I understand. I won't ask for the money back."
Even though it was a month's wages for her, that was simply how things worked in Nafu City. There was only one clinic in the entire city, and this doctor held considerable status. Unless one could guarantee never getting sick again, few people would dare offend a doctor.
Yuna led Claire into the clinic. The moment she entered, Claire felt dizzy. The smell inside was even more pungent than outside.
Doctor Moses followed closely behind them, seemingly afraid that Claire and Yuna would steal his medical equipment. His little eyes watched them like they were thieves.
Once inside, Claire could clearly see the building's layout. It was completely different from the hospitals in her previous life. This place resembled one of those shady inns instead. It was not exactly dilapidated, but staying there for too long would make anyone uncomfortable.
Yuna jogged over to a hospital bed. Lying on it was a woman in her forties, nearly fifty. Her lips were pale, her eyes unfocused, and she could only recognize her daughter after forcing her eyes open.
"Why are you here? Weren't you working?" the woman asked.
"Mom, it's okay. I found someone who can cure you." Seeing her mother like this, Yuna could not stop her tears from falling again.
Claire still wore a frown. The sheets and blanket on that bed had yellowed and had not been changed. Was this really a hospital?
When Doctor Moses, who had followed them in, heard those words, he finally understood.
So this well-dressed person had not come to see a doctor. She had come to treat his patient. She was plainly trying to steal his patient—and steal his money.
Bang! Moses slapped the table and angrily berated them. "What do you mean by this? You don't trust my medical skills, so you specifically brought someone from outside to treat her?"
Claire did not indulge him either. "What do you mean? You can't cure her, yet you won't let her seek treatment elsewhere? What kind of doctor are you?"
"Hah! Everyone in Nafu City knows that only I, Moses, can be a doctor here! Did you just come to scrape by in Nafu City? Becoming a doctor isn't something you can do just because you have medical skills!"
Moses stretched out a finger, intending to poke Claire in the chest, but Claire stepped back and avoided it.
Claire sneered disdainfully. "A toad burping—what a big mouth you have!"
"Hmph! In any case, you can't take the patient away!" Moses stepped sideways and blocked the exit. "What if you take her away and she dies? Won't you pin the blame on me then?"
Claire's gaze visibly turned cold. "I'll say this once: move aside! If this patient dies in your clinic, can you bear the responsibility?"
Moses said without the slightest concern, "If poor trash like them die, they die. They have no money to go to church for Holy Light treatment, and I'm the only doctor in Nafu City. If I can't cure her, it only means she has bad luck. Everyone else can be cured, so why can't she? She deserves to die. The Lord wants her dead."
Claire was already burning with anger. Damn it, this was the first time she had ever seen someone so arrogant.
Her voice became ice-cold. "I'll say it one last time. Get lost!"
As she spoke, Claire silently released her spiritual power, forming an oppressive aura that frightened Moses into retreating several steps.
"Y-you!" Moses pointed at Claire, wanting to say something threatening, but he felt that if he did not move aside, he would definitely die.
Claire's expression remained stern as she stared at Moses. "Yuna, help your mother up. We're leaving."
"Okay." Looking at Claire's back, Yuna felt completely safe.
After lifting the blanket covering her mother, Yuna paused and looked at Moses. "Doctor, could you remove these tubes from my mother?"
"Hmph!" Moses snorted, but he still walked over. He did not want that damned woman taking his medical equipment with her.
Only Claire was confused. Since her back was turned to Yuna, she could not see clearly and muttered, "Tubes?"
When she turned around, she saw a tube inserted into Yuna's mother's arm. It was not administering fluid as Claire had imagined. Instead, blood was constantly flowing out through the tube and dripping through a hose into an iron bucket beside the bed.
Claire stared at the sight in shock. What the hell kind of treatment was this?
In the blink of an eye, the tube was removed. Moses reached into a small jar with his hand, dug around, and pulled out a yellowish-green, foul-smelling lump, preparing to smear it over the wound.
Claire stepped forward and kicked Moses's hand away, demanding, "What are you doing?! And what is that thing in your hand?!"
"What do you know? This is bloodletting therapy! Now I'm starting to doubt whether you're even a doctor if you don't know something this basic!" Moses glared angrily as he raised the yellowish-green substance in his hand. "It's cow dung, used to coat wounds. If you don't understand, get out of the way."
As he spoke, he tried to step forward again and smear the cow dung over the wound.
At last, Claire understood what the foul stench filling the entire room was.
Rage surged through her heart. I really... you fucking bastard! I thought you were merely a quack who loved money. I never expected you to be an idiot who knew nothing and only knew how to harm people!
Bloodletting was already absurd enough, and now he wanted to smear cow dung onto the wound? Was he trying to make it infected faster?
Boom!
A deafening explosion rang out from the clinic, followed by a tall, skinny figure flying out of it.
Moses clutched the injury on his chest and tried to stand, but before he could get up, Claire stepped on his chest again and pinned him back down.
"What are you trying to do?!" Moses threatened. "You actually dared to attack me? You must be tired of living!"
"Shh. Quiet." Claire held a finger to her lips. "Let me ask you something. How many years have you been a doctor in Nafu City?"
"I've been a doctor for more than twenty years! Take your foot off me right now, or you'll regret it!"
"More than twenty years... Then how many people must have died by your hand?" Claire narrowed her eyes, a faint killing intent in her voice.
"What are you trying to do?!" Moses began to panic. "Do you know why I'm the only clinic in all of Nafu City? Do you know who stands behind me? Let me go now! You can't afford to provoke me!"
"There are people in Nafu City I can't afford to provoke? Right, I should have realized. If no one was backing you, how could this rotten clinic of yours have stayed open?"
This world had mages who pursued truth, so medical arts had not developed slowly either. At least, in Claire's memories, there were excellent physicians in the royal capital. While the overall standard could not compare to the medicine of her previous life, it still excelled in certain areas. At the very least, there would not be people casually killing patients like this. Moses was not a legitimate doctor at all—he was simply a fraudulent swindler.
Claire pulled out her revolver, but instead of aiming it at Moses on the ground, she pointed the barrel at the sky.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Just three bullets. With Claire's current control as an Intermediate Mage, she could have fired them even while holding Iron Hammer.
After the three shots, an unidentified foul-smelling liquid flowed from between Moses's legs. Terrified, he said, "You can't kill me... Baron Eugene stands behind me!"
Claire looked at the puddle of urine and disgustedly stepped back a few paces. "Baron Eugene, right? Don't worry, I won't kill you. At least not yet."
Oh my, why are all your comments saying this book is pretty good? Come on, let's standardize the comments: "This book is so amazing!"
"I'll come back every day to follow the updates!"
"I'll vote with recommendation tickets every day!"
"I've never seen such a good novel!"
(Just kidding. Doge face, funny face, double buffs to save my life!)
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