"Hey, are you really a doctor? Or are you a quack doctor who opened hospitals illegally and killed thousands of people before coming here?" The little brother asked in irritation.
"..." Cyril went speechless by his words. After all, according to the location the doctor was at the moment, there was a high possibility that what he said was the truth.
But who would ask such a question to the man's face like that?
Earlier, he felt that he had fallen into this man's trap. Sensing that, he immediately took actions by separating the hoodlums and the other potential customers by shifting all the men lying on the ground to a den he had already bought inside his Gambling Den's field.
The area he arranged for his Gambling Den wasn't small at all. He arranged for a huge area by splurging almost all of his points.
During renovations, he made sure to prepare a couple of dens inside which could be used as meeting rooms or guest rooms where he could entertain his customers in private when necessary.
This place isn't going to be a temporary place for Cyril. He had to run this den for a long time. So, he had to make sure it had all the facilities it should for the sake of any future troubles.
The man tried to stop Cyril from taking the 'patients' away from the crowd, but Cyril did not let him stop at all.
He confidently spoke that saving lives is important compared to compensation and that led the crowd to look at him in a positive light.
Feeling dejected, the man followed behind Cyril and his unconscious brothers to the den.
He did not understand what was happening at all as Cyril started to arrange for beds, salines, and even a doctor out of the blue for his brothers. He was at a loss.
He did not know that Cyril had already met a doctor in this ward and asked him to stay in the Gambling Den whenever the events took place.
After all, it isn't difficult for people to fight or suffer injuries during the events he was about to arrange in the field.
Since the opening time was still an hour later, the doctor wasn't present at the scene earlier. But now that something had happened, Cyril made Rian go and get the doctor to the den as soon as possible.
That was how the present situation came to be.
As the doctor was injecting the unconscious men with saline, the little brother chided him with those 'hurtful' words.
Cyril looked at the doctor from the corner of his eyes to see his reaction.
In fact, he doesn't care if he is a real doctor or not at the moment. As long as the man could make sure the unconscious men did not die on his premises, he would be satisfied.
But Cyril already knew that the man had the skills to save people. So he wasn't worried too much.
How is Cyril sure of that?
It's because Cyril had already looked into the doctor's system.
The doctor's tasks were all related to saving people. If he couldn't do that, then there is no way he would have stayed alive with no points with him.
The doctor heard the little brother's words and looked at him, "Don't you know if I can save them or not?"
While asking that, he even pointed his index finger at the little brother's elbow.
Cyril did not understand what he meant and followed the finger to look at the man's elbow to find a couple of stitches there.
He blinked his eyes while the man lowered his head and hid his arm at his back.
Cyril understood what had happened.
This little brother was once injured and this doctor had treated him. Those stitches were mostly done by this doctor.
The corners of Cyril's lips couldn't help but twitch.
This man knows the doctor and even got treated by him before, and yet he was calling him a quack doctor?
Does he…
Cyril felt tired to even finish his question, even if it was just in his mind.
He is really tired. He is exhausted.
Because of the opening, he had been busy for the past few days. Even if he wanted to sleep, he wasn't used to sleeping on the hard bed he got in this prison.
Now he met this bunch of troublemakers on his opening day. It looks like the opening time will be delayed because of them.
He is really mentally drained.
"If you don't know how to speak, then keep your mouth shut. If not, I can stitch your lips together just like how I stitched your injury before.
"Do you believe I won't treat you in the future because of your words today?" Cyril heard the doctor's menacing words directed towards the little brother.
Cyril wanted to clap his hands to applaud the doctor.
Because of his business, he can't be rude to his customers on the first day. Unlike him, the doctor did not have any such reservations.
He can speak whatever he wants to.
Also, the man wasn't scared at all.
He looked like a goon among the goons.
Because of his profession, no one would dare to offend him.
This is a prison where fights happen every single day. A fight means an injury. An injury requires a doctor.
In the Ward 3, which has so few people, there is no way there would be too many doctors.
Having this one doctor is already lucky for them.
How could they afford to offend this rare specimen?
The doctor wasn't someone who could take things lying down either and thus this little altercation was very interesting to watch as Cyril watched the little brother shrink in fear.
The little brother trembled as he spoke, "I am sorry, doctor. That was not what I meant. I am just worried about my brothers. Please understand my feelings and don't take my words to heart."
He openly admitted defeat and Cyril was cheering in his heart.
"Heh, worried about your brothers? That wasn't what I heard when I was coming here though," The doctor sneered, giving the man a scare.