The Guardian's Sword

At noon.

Sean wiped the sweat from his forehead, took a sip of water, and proceeded to
treat the elderly lady in front of him.

The elderly lady was already old and had osteoporosis. She hurt her back when
doing yoga a few days ago and had not yet recovered.

Sean gave her a massage, wrote a prescription, and told her to fill it from a major
pharmacy. The elderly lady thanked him for a long time before finally leaving.
People who came for treatment basically had such problems. Although they were
not minor diseases such as cold and fever, they were not particularly serious.
Sean could detect the cause of the disease and easily give the best treatment.
After the elderly lady left, a middle-aged man stepped up.

The man was about to sit down in front of Sean when suddenly a provocatively
dressed young woman pushed him away and sat down in front of Sean.

"How could you cut in line?" The middle-aged man asked angrily.

The provocative young woman put her arms across her chest and said, "So what
if I cut in line? Are you gonna hit me?"

The middle-aged man's face was livid with anger, but he was speechless. He
could not beat up a woman. It would be a big deal if he did beat her up.

"Forget it. Forget it... Let her consult first. Mr. Lennon diagnoses people very
quickly anyway."

The people at the back persuaded, and the middle-aged man's expression
looked slightly better.

Sean was sizing up the young woman.

The young woman was about 17 or 18 years old. She looked young, but her
makeup was heavy, and her clothes were revealing.

One could tell at a glance that this young woman was not an obedient girl who
was still a student but a rebel already out in society and was even a prostitute.
However, Sean did not think less of her because of that.

"Hello, what's bothering you?" Sean asked calmly.

The young woman raised her eyebrows and said coldly, "I'm ill all over!"

Hearing this, everyone around was angry and looked at the young woman with
displeasure, but she was still haughty.

"What are you looking at? Look at me again, and I'll rip your eyes out!" The
young woman spat and yelled.

Everyone was so mad that their expressions changed, but they still looked away
and stopped looking at her.

Zander was a little annoyed too. It was because the young woman was not here
to get medical treatment but to cause trouble!

Sean was not an idiot. He figured that out too, but he was not angry because he
realized the young woman was indeed ill, despite her unpleasant attitude.
Besides that, she was terribly ill.

"Give me your hand..." Sean said flatly.

"Why? Are you trying to take advantage of me?" The young woman said with a
sneer.

"F*ck off if you don't want treatment!” Zander could no longer stand it.

He yelled as he stepped forward.

"Zander, don't..." Sean stopped Zander before turning around to look seriously at
the young woman and advised, "I'm taking your pulse, not taking advantage of
you. Don't overthink it. If you want treatment, I will treat you. I think you should
know that you're indeed ill."

Hearing Sean's remark, the young woman looked slightly confused. She found it
strange.

She was a prostitute and was often looked down upon by various people. Even
the men hiring her for her services were cruel to her and regarded her as an
outlet.