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?”

weak. But red spots will appear on his chest at night. It starts itching

a little shaken up. It was obvious that the patient’s situation was

nodded slightly and did

by Morgan, Jagoan soon met the patient whose condition had rendered the

middle-aged man in his 40s. He was lying on the bed, looking

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

the man also propped up his body and asked, “Cough cough! Dr. Wadkins,

at the expectant look in the man’s eyes, Morgan only felt frustrated. As

Quartz, about

Quartz, lying in his

miracle doctor in Ocean City, so I thought of taking a chance. Even internationally renowned doctors can’t figure out my disease. It’s normal

relief flashed across

wrong with Mr. Quartz, and it was not the five apprentices’ fault that

blamed for being unable to treat the patient? Do you think you can accept not being able to do anything