2025-03-11 01:01:52Marc didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he continued observing the patient’s face and body. It was fortunate that the man referred to as “His Lordship” was standing and facing him, allowing Marc to examine his condition more closely.
Hmm… He looks calm, but he’s actually aggressive, isn’t he? Marc mused, nodding to himself. The symptoms the patient displayed were something he recognized all too well. Yeah, there’s no doubt about it. That’s exactly what it is.
“Mr. Belmont, please,” Preston lowered his head once again, pleading with Marc.
Marc turned his gaze toward the major general. “Before I treat him, may I know who he is?”
Preston hesitated, clearly uneasy. He didn’t want to reveal the lord’s identity, but it seemed he had no other choice.
“I hope you’ll keep this confidential. Can I trust you with that?”
Until now, Preston hadn&
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