"Oh, Dr. Wen, that is Marquess Croceaus…" One of the staff members, realizing that the doctor might not recognize the man who had just given orders, leaned in closer and whispered the information into his ear.
'!'
'Croceaus?' Dr. Wen's eyes widened as he turned his gaze toward the man in front of him, utterly shocked to see this particular individual there. He found himself frozen, only observing as patients in wheelchairs began to exit the premises one by one.
"H-hey, what is the meaning of this?" Dr. Wen exclaimed as he noticed several patients being taken out of their rooms. He reached out and grabbed the arm of one staff member, stopping him in his tracks and refusing to let him remove a patient who still desperately needed care.
It was becoming increasingly apparent to him that these people were quite serious about transferring patients—patients who, without a doubt, required ongoing treatment. What kind of outrageous order was this?
