Firearms in a Fantasy World

Chapter 165: Refugees 2

Translator: Cinder Translations

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"Take off your clothes and stand properly!"

Doctor Ward commanded Sam as he entered the tent.

"W-what?"

"I said, take off your clothes."

Upon confirmation from the doctor, Sam's eyes widened. His dirty face turned red with embarrassment.

The man in front of him looked quite gentle and friendly. Why did his words sound so inappropriate? Is he... is he trying something indecent with me? We're both grown men!

Seeing Sam's expression, Doctor Ward explained kindly, "Don't worry, I'm a doctor. I just need to examine you."

"Really? Then, please, Doctor."

Though still embarrassed, Sam obediently began to undress. Inside the tent, a blazing brazier provided warmth, so he wasn't concerned about catching cold.

"Why do I need an examination?" he asked with concern. "If you find something wrong, will I be kicked out?"

"Don't worry! If it's minor, we won't intervene. Only if we detect a contagious disease will we take isolation measures."

"Isolation?" Sam was a bit scared at the mention of that word. "You mean locking us up?"

Ward, wearing a mask, circled around Sam, carefully inspecting every part of his body as he answered, "It's sort of like that, but not like treating prisoners. We'll also provide medication and treatment until you recover, then arrange your future work and life. Just don't overthink it."

"Oh, okay. Thank you, Doctor!"

Sam's relieved heart finally settled down, and he thanked Ward gratefully.

Ward estimated that these refugees probably didn't have major issues; after all, anyone with serious problems wouldn't have made it this far from the South to the Northwest Bay.

"Alright!"

After finishing the examination, Ward patted Sam's shoulder. "Young man, you're in good health. I wish you a good life in the Northwest Bay."

"Thank you, Doctor! Thank you, Doctor!"

Finally having some stability, Sam felt his turbulent life of wandering was coming to an end.

"After you leave, go to the tent where they're cooking porridge and get your portion to eat!"

Food? At the mention of this word, Sam perked up immediately. He had been smelling that aroma for a while, his stomach growling impatiently.

He quickly picked up his clothes from the ground, intending to hurry up and put them on to get food. However, another person in the tent picked up the clothes before him. Like the doctor, this person was completely covered from head to toe.

"Sir... my clothes?"

"Oh? I forgot about that."

The gloved person immediately pulled a bundle out of a nearby large bag and tossed it to Sam.

"Here, wear this first."

Opening the bundle, Sam found a set of cotton clothes inside, both top and bottom. The stitching wasn't particularly fine, but it was sturdy.

Ah, so the gentleman didn't want me to go outside looking too shabby and affecting the surroundings. Indeed, my current outfit couldn't even be called clothes—it was more like rags, fitting for the situation.