"Last patient," Mira informed, and a few seconds later, a man in mid-twenties came in.
He is a wolf beastman, whose every step is confident. He has what it takes to be confident, especially in the standard of this place. He is a Peak Primary-I.
Here, most people spend all their lives and would not be able to reach that level; he had reached it.
The question is why someone like him comes to my clinic.
It had been a month since I opened, and it had become what it is, which is not that surprising. There are a few healers in the city and even a few good ones.
A word of mouth is spreading, and more people are coming, but not like him.
"Take a seat," I said to him as he did, with his eyes never leaving me. He is looking at me intensely, using the method, no less.
"It's not polite to use the method on people," I said, and a surprise flashed in his eyes, but he didn't deactivate the method.
