"Since it cannot be stopped, your medical hall is no longer necessary to exist!" At that moment, the injured noble man spoke.
Right after the man's words fell, Si Bei slightly moved the long sword in his hand, and the doctor fainted from fright.
"Useless indeed." Si Bei kicked with his foot in frustration, turned his head, and clasped his fist to the man, "Sir, this is the only decent medical hall in this town, and there are only two doctors. If they are really killed, there would be no one left to treat injuries!"
The man slightly closed his eyes to hide the bloodthirsty storm within, tacitly agreeing to Si Bei's words.
In the dead of winter, a bowl of cold water was mercilessly splashed on the doctor's face, startling him awake with a cry.
