The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

The clinic director looked at the empty clinic lobby with dismay.

“Strange, why is it so quiet today?”

The staff in charge of the reception replied, “Sir, there’s a new traditional medicine center not far from us, and it’s very busy right now.”

“A traditional medicine center like ours?” The clinic director raised his eyebrows.

“Gosh, stealing our business? That’s bad…” The clinic director muttered and immediately came up with an idea.

“Yes, put up a banner, saying it’s to celebrate my mother’s 80th birthday. As for the price, we’ll lose some money temporarily and offer the same price as the other clinic.”

The people here immediately carried out the orders per the clinic director’s suggestion. Even so, there was little success. Not many came, and Sean’s clinic was still bustling with people.

The clinic director gritted his teeth when he saw that. “Damn it, it’s all the same price. Why would these people wait in line to get to that new place?”

Suddenly, a better idea occurred to him.

clinic staff,

nodded. “I saw him this

stinking beggar disappears when he’s needed. And when he’s not needed, he

director quickly looked for the scabby man after cursing a

filthy pustules. It was quite disgusting, and you could smell the stench from a

and the clinic director covered

took me

man could

said nothing but tossed ten

eyes glimmered instantly. “Can… Can… Can… Can pigs fly now? Sir, why are you giving me so

look for you for no reason?” The clinic director sneered. “Do

“What is it?”

simply told the scabby man what he needed to do, yet the scabby man’s face was already full of

disgusted. “What’s the matter? Are you unwilling to get