The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

“The five of you are decent doctors. How can there be a disease that the five of you can’t diagnose even after working together?”

“Let’s go. Show me!”

Slightly more curious about the patient they were talking about, Jagoan said after looking at the five apprentices before him.

“Yes, yes. Dr. Lennon, this way, please!”

The five led the way, waking past the patients still waiting for treatment in the clinic.

“These patients are still waiting. I only need one of you to lead the way. The rest can continue treating the other patients,” Jagoan glanced at the line of patients in the clinic and said to the five.

Hearing that, there was a hint of disappointment in the apprentices’ eyes, but they did not say anything more. Four remained in the hall to continue treating patients, while the remaining one went toward the back with Jagoan.

Looking at the apprentice leading the way, Jagoan asked,” Morgan, can you tell me about the patient’s symptoms first?”

has no symptoms during the day except that he looks pale and weak. But red spots will appear on his chest at night.

a little shaken up. It was obvious that

and did not ask any more

the patient

was a middle-aged man in his 40s. He was lying on the

had said before, there was nothing wrong with the man except that

asked, “Cough cough! Dr. Wadkins, you came. Did you

frustrated. As a doctor, he

Quartz, about your

sentence, Mr. Quartz, lying in his hospital bed, looked

City, so I thought of taking a chance.

of relief flashed across Morgan’s

figure out what was wrong with Mr. Quartz, and it was not

be blamed for being unable to treat the patient? Do you think you can accept not being able to do anything because others can’t either?” Before Morgan could think much, Jagoan’s stern voice