"Knight" took the ID card and thanked Hamon's Guard Captain.
Only after they left did he walk toward the bedroom.
On the bed, a weak man was receiving treatment from the Martial Healer beside him.
The man's eyes were shut tight, and his bare torso was covered in Golden Needles.
His skin was very pale, but on it were two bluish-purple handprints, the clear marks of a heavy blow.
"Doctor, how is my brother's condition?"
"His internal injuries are severe and weren't treated promptly. I can only say I will do my best."
"Knight" seemed very upset. He sat on the edge of the bed, holding the man's hand. "I will heal you."
The man on the bed slowly curved his lips into a smile and raised a hand to caress his face. "I want to drink some chicken soup. Can you make some for me, please?"
"Knight" nodded and immediately walked out.
After he left, the man on the bed suddenly asked the Martial Healer beside him, "Doctor, can you examine my little brother for me?"
