The Guardian's Sword

Hearing Sean's confirmation, the female reporter and other reporters looked
excited.

"Why did you take time out of your busy schedule to come to the slum and give
free treatment to these poor people?” Another reporter asked.

Sean smiled and said, "Because the living conditions of the people here are
terrible. They can barely feed themselves, let alone have money for medical
treatment. It's why I came here to treat them."

"Won't this impact your management of the city defense army? After all, your time
is so valuable," Another reporter asked.

Sean nodded slowly and said, "There's no way it didn't have any impact. But
poverty is not a minor issue. If it's not handled well, it can be worse than war, so I
think properly dealing with poverty is a bigger priority."

"I see... You're very kind, Commander Lennon!" A reporter said, licking Sean's
boots as several other reporters nodded in agreement.

"If our mayor, Dorodo's government hospital, relevant health organizations, and
the poverty relief department can solve poverty, Iwon't have to do this," Sean said
with a smile.

After answering the reporters’ questions, Sean motioned for Zander to lead them
away.

The reporters were not done with their questions. They had many more
questions they wanted to ask and interview, but Zander did not give them any
more time.

"Our commander is busy. You're lucky enough to get five minutes to interview
him. Hurry out of here..."

Under Zander's watchful eye, the reporters had no choice but to leave.

It was getting dark.

Sean had treated dozens of patients, but there were many more who had not
been treated. No matter how good Sean was, not every iliness or injury could be
treated.

Of course, it was not that he was incapable. It was because he could not
physically cure everyone. Even if he split his body in two, he could not take care
of all the patients in the world. Thus, some problems must be solved at their root.
It was already getting late, and it was time for Sean and Zander to return to
Dorodo's army camp.

"Ms. Lewis, don't stay here any longer. It's getting late, and it's not safe for you to
stay here alone as a girl. You better hurry back to the mayor's residence with
Uriah," Sean said to Shania.

Shania was a little embarrassed because she did nothing to help today. She only
watched as she followed Sean around.

Sean took care of the wounds, Zander kept everything in order, and Yvonne and
her mother assisted Sean. The delicate mayor's daughter did nothing.

"I see... I'll tell my father about this place when I get back," Shania said earnestly.
"Thank you..." Sean smiled and nodded.

Shania followed Uriah back to the mayor's residence around 9 p.m.

Mayor Quentin had just finished his dinner and was about to go to his room to
rest.

"Dad, I have something to tell you," Shania said as she trotted over to her father,
Quentin.

"Let's go to the living room," Quentin said with a chuckle.

Quentin led his daughter Shania to the living room. With her feet on the thick
fluffy carpet as she smelled the fragrance in the air in the living room and looked
at the luxury and exquisite furnishing, Shania suddenly felt unaccustomed.
Having grown up in the mayor's residence and enjoying splendor and wealth, she
used to take everything in front of her for granted. However, after the trip to the
slum today, where she followed behind Sean and witnessed the slum residents,
she suddenly felt a strong discomfort at everything in sight.

The sight before her was so beautiful that it was too good to be true.

"Dad, I didn't come home last night," Shania said after pondering it.

"I know..." Quentin nodded before saying with a chuckle. "Uriah texted me. I
know you were with Commander Lennon. Why? Did he say anything to you?"
Shania continued saying, "Well, Uriah and I followed Commander Lennon to the
slum on the west to learn about the poor's life this morning..."

Quentin had already begun to frown at this.

Shania did not notice the change in her father's expression as she continued
saying, "Life is so hard for people living in the slum. They can barely survive.
Many are far from secure, but that's not the main point. Most importantly, they
don't even have the money to see a doctor..."

"Anyone sick or injured can only endure and wait for themselves to heal with
time. With luck, they will heal themselves. If not, their illness and injuries will
worsen. It may start as a minor illness, but the lack of medical attention can lead
to major complications, possibly death..."

"Okay, I got it.." Quentin quickly interrupted his daughter.

He pressed his nose bridge with his right forefinger and thumb.

After rubbing it several times, he said, "I didn't expect you to suddenly focus on
the slum. It's an old problem. None of the previous mayors of Dorodo had been
able to solve the slum's problem properly. I'm afraid I'm incapable of it too. But
Commander Lennon must have had a plan since he took you there. I'll get in
touch with him and discuss it with him."