“D—Doctor, how are they so calm after you yelled at them?” Emily was confused and asked softly.Harry waved nonchalantly. “As long as I can cure them, why does it matter?”Emily was speechless.In the clinic, two other middle-aged men were wearing the same cloaks. They were busy.Harry brought Mrs. Danson right into a treatment room. Emily, following behind, asked, “Doctor, who is treating my mom? Should I refer to him?”Harry looked too young to be a doctor; he might be a nurse or a doctor-in-training.“What are you talking about? I am treating your mother. Those two are my trainees.” Harry rolled his eyes. Then, he did a thorough examination of Mrs. Danson.Harry frowned and sighed multiple times as Emily watched him, stunned. Soon, he looked up and told her, “Her condition is not too bad; she’ll just need to undergo treatment consistently.”“B—But, Doctor, my mom—”“Renal failure and uremia. In our line, we consider your mother’s condition a disruption in the natural healin
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