Chapter 7: – As a Doctor, I Am Professional

Bang!

Accompanied by the whistling sound of cutting through the air, Ji Ming's sword sheath precisely struck the back of AdaiEr's head.

【Knocking Mute Stick】 was judged successful, AdaiEr's eyes rolled, and without a sound she fell straight down.

A young person's body is just great; say sleep, and they sleep, so fast that everyone can't react.

Anna was stunned for a while, then reached out and touched the breath from her nose.

Although there was still some confusion, it had already begun to shift toward tranquility.

AdaiEr truly, as the doctor said, was "asleep," even with a peaceful expression.

Ji Ming stood at the bedside, both hands holding the sword sheath, looking compassionate.

"Fortunately, without bringing shame to the command, she has temporarily escaped this pain."

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became very eerie, the four of them eyeing each other.

Does a miraculous staff technique that can knock a person unconscious with a single stick really exist in this world?

They didn't dare to believe, but the scene before them forced them to accept it.

In the end, Anna hesitantly stood up and respectfully took the sword sheath.

"Thank you, doctor."

Si Tong also seemed to wake from a dream, apologetically scratching his head.

"Sorry, doctor, I was the one who offended earlier; I shouldn't have questioned your decision."

"No problem; in the practice of medicine I've faced too many doubts and have long become accustomed to them."

Ji Ming magnanimously patted his shoulder.

"Concern leads to chaos; that shows you're a good squad leader."

But as soon as those words left his mouth, Si Tong lowered his head even further.

He grimaced in pain.

I really am doomed!

I just blocked a doctor with such noble medical ethics from saving someone?

Boundless remorse surged from his heart, driving him to frantically rummage on his body until he pulled out a cloth bag.

"Doctor, this is the clinic fee our squad has pooled; it's not much, but please accept it."

The cloth bag looked bulging, far heftier than Moton's, and contained at least several hundred copper coins.

But Ji Ming restrained his upward‑curving mouth and resolutely shifted his gaze away from the money.

He straightened his robe, his expression turning stern.

"The money matter can wait; regarding the patient, I have a few more instructions to give."

Anna immediately took out paper and pen from her bosom.

"Go ahead."

After the investigation task was marked complete, the system's next stage was to cure AdaiEr's curse.

Moreover, the reward was generous: besides a solid forty experience points, there was also a valuable skill point.

Thirty plus forty, plus a bit of leftover experience, roughly equals a direct level‑up; this quest chain must be nailed!

Ji Ming gestured with both hands, speaking earnestly.

"Although the patient now appears fine, we all know this is only a temporary fix; the curse and the oddities continue to affect her."

"In the time ahead, you must watch for any special beings capable of curing the curse."

"If nothing works, come back to me for backup; at least don't waste money elsewhere."

A doctor who even reminds others not to waste money?

Si Tong, moved to tears, hurriedly stuffed the money bag into Ji Ming's hand.

"We are so grateful; we will definitely follow your words!"

"You've done us a great favor; from now on, if anything comes up, come to our Iron Chain Squad. As long as we can help, we will!"

"Right!"

The other three also chimed in, and Moton even pledged to give Ji Ming a good sword for free.

Just by taking a detour, a fair transaction becomes a favor debt; in the vast Sunlight City, where can you find such good people?

Ji Ming was deeply moved and raised the Iron Chain Squad's standing in his heart.

Next time someone comes for treatment, no matter what, they'll have to get a 5% discount!

"Alright, hurry home and look after Beli."

Waving goodbye to the two kind people who handled the handover, Ji Ming lowered his head to look at the green‑skinned one leaning at the Clinic entrance.

The green‑skinned beastman struggled to open his eyes, trembling as he pointed downward.

"Doctor, my knee was hit by an arrow…"

Just back and already gaining experience, Ji Ming nodded and smiled.

"I see, then go in."

Dragging his injured leg with difficulty, the beastman looked around for a while, hesitantly sitting on the treatment bed.

If he hadn't lacked the resolve to pull the arrow himself, he certainly wouldn't have come to Ji Ming's Clinic today!

That black‑eyed kid has a notorious reputation for being hot‑handed and cold‑hearted; his methods of treating patients are like a butcher's.

Although many unlucky souls were sent over already beyond saving, as a doctor, he actually kills more than he heals.

But today seemed different; he didn't jump straight in, but first brought in two basins of clear water.

The beastman didn't know what this was for, so he kept staring intently at Ji Ming.

Fearing that a careless moment might cause his leg to be inexplicably cut off.

All of this fell into Ji Ming's eyes, and it was the malicious, fierce gaze of the big green-skinned one.

He couldn't help feeling creeped out, thinking he wouldn't have run into a bandit raid, would he?

Only after retreating silently to the door's edge did he tentatively say.

"If you're ready, I'll start the treatment."

The orc also shrank back, nodding only after mustering great resolve.

"Uh, ah, okay, okay..."

Ji Ming felt the hatchet in his pocket through his clothes, gathered his courage, lowered his body, and carefully examined the wound on the orc's knee.

The arrow was crudely made, at least far inferior to what was in the Sinton quiver, merely a few feathers stuck on a wooden stick.

Although it had pierced the orc's knee, due to the thick skin and flesh it had not gone all the way through.

Even judging by the depth, it probably hadn't pierced the solid bone.

It wasn't a serious injury, but Ji Ming didn't rush to treat it; instead, he carefully inquired.

"How did you get shot? Can you tell me?"

The orc organized his thoughts before speaking haltingly.

"I was hunting deer outside the city, crouched in the grass waiting in ambush, when someone unknown shot me with an arrow."

"You didn't see anyone?"

The orc hesitated, bared his tusks, and slammed the bed hard.

"That damned coward, I only saw a fleeing, disheveled shadow!"

... Wasn't it obvious that his life was at stake? Of course he hurriedly sneaked back into the city.

The orc didn't say that latter part, after all, fleeing would be too embarrassing for an orc warrior.

"Stay calm, stay calm..."

To prevent his sole treatment bed from being shaken into immediate retirement, Ji Ming hurriedly spoke to soothe.

He pondered while rubbing his forehead.

"Based on your description, the culprit is probably a clumsy newcomer who just switched to being an arbalest."

"He might have mistaken you for an animal hiding in the grass? Only after shooting did he realize you were an orc."

The orc blinked doubtfully, and some fuzzy memories surfaced in his mind.

"Probably, I recall he was dressed... rather shabbily."

He stroked his oily, bald, big head and suddenly asked.

"Hey, by the way, how do you know about this?"

Ji Ming pushed up his glasses.

"Because as a doctor, I'm professional."