The soldiers started to laugh at Darryl. “Miss Ivy, this guy is trying to impress you.”
“Look at him trying to flatter you. He’s really a slave from birth.”
“Ha-ha-ha! Miss has seen countless physicians for her illness since she was young, but there has never been a cure. You’re just a slave; aren’t you ashamed…”
After hearing everyone’s humiliating remarks, Darryl was both angry and amused. However, he was not bothered by their words. Instead, he looked at Ivy and continued, “Miss Ivy, you don’t have anything to lose by letting me try. What if I succeed?”
Ivy groaned and nodded. “Fine, I’ll let you treat me.”
Although she agreed, her eyes had a hint of contempt. She did not believe that a slave could be proficient in medicine.
Darryl sighed in relief when Ivy agreed and walked over to her. Everyone frowned at the sight.
‘What is he going to do?’
Darryl stretched out his right hand and placed it on Ivy’s wrist to feel her pulse. He studied medicine with Divine Farmer and checking someone’s pulse was common practice.
However, everyone was shocked to see that, especially Ivy.
She trembled as she shook off Darryl’s hand angrily. “How dare you offend me! You are out of line. Take him away for execution!”
Her face was red and her eyes were almost shooting fire.
In the Roland Continent, medical practices were very different from The Nine Continent. There was no such thing as checking a pulse, so Darryl’s action was regarded as a deliberate violation.
Whoosh.
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