Besides, how many of those 'doctors' running black clinics in the old town really have licenses?
Most of them spent a few years as apprentices to some old doctor, learned a bit of surface knowledge, and dared to come out and treat people.
Those lucky enough cured a few patients, and their reputation spread.
The unlucky ones ended up killing a few people, changed places and names, and started over.
If he could learn some basic medical knowledge, could he also open such a place?
Eric leaned against the bedhead, staring at the crack stretching from the corner of the wall to the window on the ceiling, pondering this question seriously.
He didn't know whether that young man was a real doctor or a fake one.
But he knew there had never been any form of clinic on that street.
