The Rules of the Healer
"Do you think I'm someone who can't take losing?"
His expression was full of righteous indignation.
Unfortunately...
Even as he spoke, his fingers unconsciously drifted toward one of the chess pieces before awkwardly stopping halfway.
Anyone watching could tell he was a hopeless chess enthusiast.
He loved playing.
He simply hated losing.
After spending the entire day suffering defeat after defeat, he clearly hadn't accepted today's results.
Senior Miracle Doctor Ravenswood merely laughed softly.
He had long since grown accustomed to his old friend's stubborn habits.
Rising to his feet, he turned toward the newcomers with an unhurried smile.
"What can I do for you, young friend?"
Zyan stepped forward confidently.
"Senior Miracle Doctor Ravenswood, I'm Zyan Ashbourne from the Ashbourne household in Silverhaven City."
"My father, Dario Ashbourne, suffers from a strange illness and lives in constant pain."
"I hope you can lend a hand."
