Zora leaned in closer, his voice lowered so only the people nearby could hear. "Mister,"s he said quietly, "that medicine isn't right. If he drinks it, it will kill him."
Her tone wasn't arrogant.
It wasn't loud.
It was calm, almost indifferent, as if she were stating a simple fact like the weather.
Lambert's expression darkened instantly. "Who are you? And what nonsense you are spouting, little girl?"
He thought she was just a patient who came here for treatment. But she was interrupting his job?
This is beyond preposterous.
Zora wasn't surprised.
He had expected this reaction. After all, this man is incharge of the number one clinic in the imperial city.
However, she knows that if Lambert continued with that prescription, the brawny hunter wouldn't just fail to recover; his poison would flare violently.
He would likely die before midnight.
