Even in life-threatening situations, that cunning old fox never let his guard down.
At one point, he even used traditional medicine techniques to seal his own vocal cords, rendering himself completely mute.
Knowing he still had his uses, she had no choice but to relent and order the torment to stop.
She had his medical kit brought to him, allowing him to tend to his own wounds.
At the moment, Luna's eyes narrowed into sharp slits.
That was why she knew better than anyone— Violence was utterly useless against that old man.
The elderly gentleman remained indifferent to their movements and conversations, as if they were nothing but background noise.
His attention stayed fixed on the well-worn medical book before him, its pages yellowed with age, covered in clumsy handwritten notes.
His gaze was tender, almost affectionate.
To him, Luna and the others in the room might as well have been invisible.
