Just as Mira said.
Inside the clinic at the moment, the wealthy merchant was indeed arguing with the doctor.
"If you have money, go to the inner fortress to find a doctor."
"Since you're here, if you want to see a doctor, get in line."
The doctor didn't give him any face, frowned, and reached out to push him aside, calling in a civilian.
The doctor was a man with gentle and elegant looks. Although he appeared somewhat young, he exuded a sense of arrogance from within.
"Damn, do you know who I am!"
Upon hearing his words, the merchant's face flushed red with anger, shouting loudly.
But just as he finished speaking, a strong man stepped forward, grabbed his neck, lifted him up, and then threw him out.
The doctor glanced at him coldly, ignored him, and continued to see other patients.
"Damn!"
The merchant, thrown outside, had a face alternating between green and white, cursed angrily, and walked away indignantly.
