Nightmare Paradise : Starting as a Doctor

Chapter 134: Carving Away the Corruption

"Butler Alfred, is this the new scammer the doctor you found? Forget the previous wave of people, why did you even bring someone from that forsaken place filled with crime and sin? What qualifications or medical skills does he have? You are putting Master Feng's life at risk, hurry up and get him out of here."

Lynn's face immediately turned gloomy as the bald doctor unleashed his angry outburst. However, he maintained his composure, standing silently throughout the tirade, and then turned to the old steward.

"I can see that my presence here is unwanted," he stated calmly. "Perhaps it's best if I take my leave to avoid causing further disruption." Though his tone was polite, there was a hint of iciness underlying the words.

With a swift motion, he began gathering his medical bag, feigning a genuine desire to depart. This was just a tactical ploy, utilizing the situation to his advantage, he had no actual intention of leaving.

After all, he had already displayed extraordinary knowledge by instantly recognizing the old man's spiritual pollution. To the client's eyes, there was a slim but enticing chance this mysterious person from the abandoned district could know of a way to treat him.

"Wait, don't be so quick to leave," the manor's elderly master immediately spoke up, holding up a withered hand to stop him. Lynn slowly paused in his actions and turned to regard the man calmly.

Despite his cloudy eyes, Feng fixed his private doctor with a stern gaze. "Mind your words! This young man came in good faith at my request, I'll not have you slandering him," he declared, his raspy voice tinged with displeasure.

The bald middle-aged doctor looked taken aback by the rebuke. "But sir, we know nothing about his capabilities or background. I cannot allow a stranger to administer treatment in your fragile state. Please think of your health."

"And what do we know of your capabilities, beyond the ample salary I provide? Have you come any closer to finding a solution to my affliction, much less curing it?" the old man retorted, his eyes narrowing.

The doctor's face flushed red with embarrassment at the blunt words. He opened his mouth as if to defend himself, but he was abruptly interrupted again by his employer. "That's enough talk from you. Get out of here!"

The chastened physician hesitated momentarily but knew better than to defy the orders. With one last resentful glance, he bowed his head in submission, clearly frustrated and defeated.

"As you wish, sir," he muttered reluctantly, making his way towards the exit after quickly gathering his belongings. The tension in the room eased as the bald man's presence vanished.

Satisfied the situation was back under control, the gentleman shifted his cloudy gaze to Lynn. "I apologize for my doctor's rude behavior. Please do not take offense, he is only concerned for my well-being," he said sincerely.

Lynn nodded in understanding, his expression softening. "No apology necessary. I can appreciate his caution, given the gravity of your condition," he replied diplomatically, not wanting to escalate the conflict.

The patient regarded him with a mix of curiosity and hope. "You recognized the nature of my condition with just a glance. That's more than any other person has managed thus far," he remarked.

"Tell me, do you truly believe there might be a way to treat this spiritual contamination? Is there any hope for me?" The desperation in his voice was palpable.

"Spiritual pollution is a very serious condition, but not an impossible one to treat," Lynn replied, gently stroking his chin as he spoke, deep in thought. "I can indeed make a difference."