Chapter 48: Chapter Forty-Eight: The Iron Fist of a Sixteenth-Level Warrior, Reassuring

Seeing AdaiEr already take away the washbasin, helpless Ji Ming opened his mouth, could only point her to the way.

The restroom is over there; you can go there to find clean water...

He sat back by the treatment bed; likely the hot-blooded vigor had faded, and the patient's relative again began to nag, wanting to apologize.

Don't tell me all this; if you really think you did wrong, go apologize to her.

Ji Ming was busy with work, too lazy to bother with these trifles.

Instead, he took out a pair of tweezers from the cabinet and placed them on the oil lamp to heat.

After AdaiEr changed to a basin of fresh water, he quickly focused and began the treatment.

This wound cleaning and hemostasis was the most complex of his career.

He had to pick out various fragments and debris from the wound, then rinse and inspect it little by little with a small cup.

If it were only Ji Ming alone, he'd probably need to grow two more arms to complete the operation relatively smoothly.

"Doctor, do you need water?"

But AdaiEr wasn't just acting on a whim; she actually began to assist him wholeheartedly.

Standing aside holding the medicine lamp, she continually passed various medical supplies.

Ji Ming worked up a sweat, didn't ask why, and simply accepted the help with a clear conscience.

Even so, the two spent a long time before finishing the treatment with the rejuvenation elixir and gauze.

"Thank you, thank you..."

After sending away the ashamed patient's relative, Ji Ming looked at AdaiEr to the side and gave a thumbs-up.

"Well done!"

He isn't like Manager Sun, that scoundrel who's fat-headed and big-bellied, lacking any ability, always thinking of suppressing and exploiting new company hires.

And the closer the relationship, the more carefully it must be maintained.

In social interactions, Ji Ming always has a sweet tongue, never sparing kind words.

Thus he put on a gentle smile and began to sincerely praise.

"Miss AdaiEr, you're doing a great job as an assistant."

"I could complete this treatment perfectly thanks to your help, so..."

He placed the patient's consultation fee on a nearby tray and took out half of it.

"This money is my gratitude for your voluntary help; please take it."

AdaiEr didn't reach out, but instead whispered a request.

"Doctor Ji, can I continue to be your assistant here?"

"Ah, I really want to be an assistant."

"Is this little girl short of money?"

"Or is she afraid I'll kick the bucket next month and no one will help her suppress the curse, so she wants to keep a close watch?"

"Or seeing my difficult life and constant setbacks, she simply wants to repay the kindness?"

"Surely it's not that she's jealous of the rejuvenation elixir's effect and wants to steal the secret recipe of this tasty medicinal liquid..."

In an instant, from evil to good, Ji Ming listed all possible motives of AdaiEr.

But no matter which direction.

For myself, having a sixteenth-level warrior as an assistant is more beneficial than harmful.

At least when later passionately exchanging opinions with those old slicksters, I won't be all bluster and no substance, but will have full confidence.

Chin in hand, after a period of obvious serious thought, the doctor slowly nodded.

"If you think your time is still fairly ample, I won't refuse."

"But there are still many patients now; let's discuss in detail after the treatment ends."

"Hmm."

Seeing the doctor express willingness to cooperate, AdaiEr felt relieved and threw herself back into work.

The more difficult cases have all been treated; what remains are just some routine chores.

He didn't even need AdaiEr to do anything; Ji Ming, who already had a set procedure in mind, worked smoothly.

But when only three patients remained, a clamor suddenly came from outside the door.

"Hey, sir, we were here first."

"Get out of the way, let me see the doctor first!"

Shouting and shoving, the newcomers were ill-intentioned.

Ji Ming frowned, suddenly feeling the voice sounded familiar; he seemed to have heard it last night...

"You little brat!"

"I haven't settled accounts with you yet, and you come running to my door?"

In the argument, a burly man with a scar on his face noisily flung open the clinic's door curtain.

He first glanced at the people inside, then gave a frivolous smile.

"Doctor, I heard you were robbed? Are you okay?"

The wound had just been half-stitched, and the patient was still looking on hopefully.

Ji Ming didn't rush to confront him, but waved his hand without turning back.

"It's fine, you can go out."

"You dare ignore me!?"

The scar-faced man was about to erupt, but then noticed AdaiEr to the side.

His eyes shifted, and a nasty idea popped into his head.

Ah, doctor, the assistant you found is quite pretty.

He gave an ugly grin, rubbing his hands together as he wanted to get close.

Ah, not…

Ji Ming's eyelids fluttered open, just about to save him without holding a grudge.

Then he saw AdaiEr raise her right arm; the staff in her hand, made of hard wood inlaid with various hard gems like a war hammer, thudded down.

For Ji Ming, the Stun Club is a miracle brought by the bizarre skill.

But for a level‑sixteen apprentice warrior, given the huge power gap, merely knocking someone out is a miracle!

The scar‑faced man didn't even grunt before collapsing straight to the ground and beginning to twitch.

Watching the blood slowly spread across the floor, Ji Ming couldn't help swallowing saliva.

All that can be said is that a level‑sixteen warrior's iron fist is indeed reassuring.

If this kid were to argue with me, relying on his hooligan identity, he might even manage to scrape by with occasional small wins.

This directly provokes AdaiEr…

Her war‑hammer staff certainly won't laugh and joke with you!

"Sorry, did I go too far?"

Although she said that with her mouth, AdaiEr's face showed no trace of apology.

To avoid future troubles by yielding is not the survival rule of Sunshine City.

Ji Ming merely waved his hand again.

"I didn't see anything; he fell by himself."

"Right, right, right…"

Watching the needle in the doctor's hand, the patient on the bed also hurriedly nodded.

"Alright, two people came in outside; drag him out and throw him away."

After this incident, the following patients became even more obedient, one more so than the next.

Soon, the two sent off the last patient.

They closed the door and brewed two cups of mint tea.

Ji Ming brought out a chair and sat down facing AdaiEr.

"Can you first tell me why you want to be an assistant?"

Wanting to revive the four generations…

AdaiEr naturally wouldn't foolishly reveal her true intention; instead she casually made up a lie.

"The doctor saved my life; I want to repay the doctor."

"Moreover, as a mage, I also want to learn some medical knowledge to improve myself for emergencies."

Well, this line of talk is familiar to the point of being overly familiar.

Ji Ming dares say that when he interviewed for his job back then, he never put his words so eloquently.

But this is just a procedure; he slightly nodded, preparing to discuss salary.

But only then did he realize he had no clear idea of the hiring rates in Sunshine City.

At the very least, he had no idea how much it would cost to hire someone who, at least on their résumé, is a level‑six mage apprentice.

So he smiled slightly and asked the soul‑searching question from the interviewer back then.

"May I ask what your expected salary is?"