“Sarah still has too much character” said one of the n as he watched her pick up four plates full of food, and carry them without any problem to one of the tables.
"With that attitude, it's no wonder that she's still al-"
“If you want to get out of here in one piece, I recomnd that you don't finish that sentence” one of his colleagues interrupted.
“The last one who made fun of her ended up in the late doctor's clinic with a jug embedded in his head”
Hearing this, the man who was going to accuse her of being a spinster quickly turned pale. He knew that was true.
Although he wasn't there to witness it, he was able to rember that the guy missed a month of work. And, when he returned to work, not only did his head was completely covered in bandages, but, in addition, he never picked up a beer again because of the trauma.
He looked gratefully at his friend for his warning. If he had listened to that tomboy, chances are he would know the new doctor personally.
“But seriously. I hope this doctor is more competent than the previous one. You've already heard the rumors” said one of them after a while.
Upon hearing this, the other two rushed towards him to silence him.
"Be quiet!" one of them said quickly while trying to cover her mouth.
“You know the mayor doesn't like people spreading those kinds of rumors. If anyone hears you, we will be in trouble"
Seeing the attitude of his companions, the man nodded his head strongly. The other two removed their hands from his mouth, took their jugs, and acted as if nothing had happened.
“Also, after the doctor's death, a group inspected the house thoroughly and found nothing. Rumors are just rumors. Shut up and drink” said the leader, pretending to be calm to relax his friends.
The other two looked at each other in silence. It would be a lie to say that they were not worried.
“Don't worry so much. I know a couple of n who participated in the registry. Although there were so strange things, they did not find anything that pointed to the rumors being true"
This aroused the curiosity of the others.
“What do you an by 'strange things'?” asked one of them, curious about what could be in the doctor's house.
"Hmm. Let think” he replied, scratching his head.
“A cousin of mine was assigned to the group in charge of exploring the house” he said, slowly rembering what she had told him.
”I rember her telling that the doctor had a dark room full of tal instrunts. After so research, they found out what they were for. So were used to cut the skin, others to grab and force teeth out, there was even a saw that cut bones” When they were going to protest, his colleague explained to them that each and every one of the devices had a dical use.
Upon hearing what those instrunts were used for, a shiver ran down the spines of his friends, and their desire to go to the doctor completely disappeared. Seeing this, he quickly changed the conversation.
“To be honest the rest was pretty normal. With the exception of that room, there was only a handful of worn-out furniture, and…
…
Books!! When Zack opened the remaining door, a beautiful study appeared before his eyes. Unlike the rest of the house, this place only had a light layer of dust, and the furniture was well cared for.
The place was sowhat small. In the middle was a desk in front of the only window there. On the sides, wooden shelves house old books and decorative objects.
When Zack approached to inspect the books, he realized they were dical books. Zack's face was filled with happiness.
(It seed strange to . How is it possible that a self-respecting doctor doesn't have his own collection of dical books? It turns out that they were here) Zack thought as he opened one of them.
To be honest, the collection wasn't too big, it couldn't even fill an entire bookshelf, but for Zack, this was like finding water in the desert.
Although he had found the doctor's recipe book. Using these ointnts and potions could be dangerous. If Zack doesn't have the knowledge to know what dication to use, he could make the situation worse, or cause the patient to die. This is not an exaggeration.
In Zack's world, there have been cases of people who have self-dicated and died from using the wrong drugs.
After inspecting these books, a feeling of relief washed over Zack. If he is able to read and morize them, although he will not consider himself a real doctor, he will be able to pretend to be one well enough so that no one will suspect. There will be no problem in identifying and treating common diseases.
With the issue of his false identity forgotten, Zack continued to inspect the room.
In addition to the books, the rest of the shelf space was taken up by figurines and decorations that Zack couldn't identify, and so boxes that Zack didn't feel like opening at the mont.
Zack really wanted to read the books, but it was too late. If he started reading now, he'd probably be up all night, and he is too tired to put up with sothing like that.
After leaving the room, Zack hurried to the attic to finish inspecting the house and go to sleep. Unfortunately, contrary to the other rooms that had surprises waiting for him, the attic was completely deserted. Apart from dust and cobwebs, there was nothing worthwhile, just a pile of rubbish.
Seeing this Zack was disappointed, but he didn't get too depressed. He didn't expect to find anything here either. He had already gotten enough. It was not good to be greedy.
Zack yawned into the air and hurried to the bedroom. After searching the closet, Zack took out one of the pajamas that belonged to the forr doctor. Although wearing soone else's clothes felt sowhat uncomfortable, his body seed to disagree.
Despite how much he wanted to sleep, he had to do one thing first. Zack walked out into the garden and looked at what he had in his hands before gently placing it on the ground. His clothes, the clothes he had worn for years and his only connection to his past, lay softly in the dirt.
Zack didn't want to do this, but he knew it was necessary. No matter how much he has studied, the possibility that there are abilities that can track him based on the possessions he was carrying at the ti of fleeing is real.
With extra willpower, he raised his hand, and a ball of fire fell gently on his forr clothes. Zack stood watching for a while as her last connection to his old world, as well as his hopes of returning to his family, faded into the fire.
After returning to the house he tiredly climbed the stairs, and finally reached the bedroom. He approached the bed and covered himself under the covers, resting his head gently on the pillow.
Wrapped in the pleasure of sleeping again in a safe place, Zack´s thoughts cleared, and little by little he fell into a deep sleep.
… Or so he would have liked.
Suddenly Zack opened his eyes, and two thoughts flooded his mind. The first was that he had wasted the money paying for a room for tonight, but in Zack's mind, the second thought was more important.
(I don't rember seeing a bathroom in the house)
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