“It might not be curable,” Amelia said, half leaning against the wall, her long legs slightly bent as she lazily yawned. “The cause of the illness is unclear, the diagnosis isn’t definite, and also…”
Carl gave a soft laugh, finishing her sentence for her. “And you’re tired. You don’t want to see any more patients today.”
“Talking to someone smart is so much easier,” Amelia said with a half-smile, her eyes flickering mischievously. She placed her fingers back on his wrist and began to check his pulse again. “Your condition can’t be rushed.”
He was someone whom even the King of Hell wouldn’t take in.
That was why he was still here.
He must have an exceptional temperament, trusting himself more than any deity or spirit. Despite the string of prayer beads on his wrist, which seemed like a
