Andrew hadn't forgotten, the person in front of him, Orleans, and that Debbie, were siblings.
Previously, when he first arrived in Warm Fire City, Debbie had tead up with Sabye, Havier, and a group of Warm Fire Academy students to give him trouble.
It was said that privately, Debbie often regarded herself as "the sister of the future son-in-law of the Comrce Association," and "Barbara's future sister-in-law."
Compared to his sister Debbie, Orleans in front of him, aside from having sowhat similar eyebrows and eyes to Debbie, was completely different in other aspects.
Especially in terms of temperant, Orleans was very quiet, naturally exuding a sense of calm.
Just a mont ago, Orleans had been saying "Andrew cannot handle my work," and the next mont, he saw Andrew splendidly appear before him. Such a shock was hard for most people to truly remain calm through.
Yet, after a brief stunned mont, Orleans cald down, extended his hand, and shook Andrew's: "Hello."
He then withdrew his hand and quietly looked into Andrew's eyes, waiting for him to speak.
"Whoa..." The injured soldier on the adjacent bed and the little nurse by the bedside couldn't help but exchange glances, both thinking, "He's really keeping his cool!"
It wasn't just the two of them; in fact, many of the injured and dical staff in the entire ward couldn't help but cast their gaze over.
The period of greatest dical pressure brought by injured from the front line was over.
The atmosphere at the Warm Fire Temple was now different from the last ti Andrew had been there.
The last ti he ca, the entire Warm Fire Temple felt like a machine running on overdrive.
This ti, the feeling was more that everyone was in a "rest" or "recovery" phase. There were still severely injured individuals, but they were now a very small number.
When people are resting, they can easily get bored.
When bored, they naturally hope for sothing new and exciting to happen.
Andrew, as the developer and creator of the Snickers and other series of magical products, had gained so fa within the territory governed by the Warm Fire Comrce Association. He was a bit of "fresh excitent."
But more importantly: the relationship between Andrew and Orleans!
That's where the real "excitent" lay!
As it turns out, no matter the world, everyone has a gossiping soul.
Seeing Andrew, the "boyfriend of the third young lady" and "Orleans' substitute for the upcoming Royal Court negotiations," co head-to-head with Orleans, the "originally appointed professional partner for the third young lady" and "soone everyone thought might develop a romantic relationship with the third young lady"—
Everyone present really wanted to know what sparks would fly between them. Could it be... they would fight directly (expectant face)?
"If I were Orleans..." the wounded soldier on the adjacent bed whispered to the little nurse, "Seeing a stand-in swagger up to like that, I definitely couldn't remain so calm—Ah!" he suddenly cried out in pain.
The little nurse glared at him fiercely: "Who are you calling a stand-in? Don't talk nonsense, okay?" As a mber of the Warm Fire Temple, she too had received help and support from Andrew during his last visit and naturally had her biases.
Andrew looked Orleans straight in the eyes and spoke calmly: "Here's the thing, your sister asked to check on your injury."
"Hmm? Debbie?"
"Yes." Andrew nodded.
It was the truth.
Even though there had been unpleasantness between Debbie and himself, before setting off, Debbie had indeed sought him out privately.
"Andrew, I heard you're going to the Shield of Flowing Fire to treat my brother? Tha... thank you." At the ti, Debbie bit her lower lip, her expression pleading yet inevitably awkward, "If possible, could you check on my brother? I know there have been unpleasant things between us, but my brother is innocent. If necessary, I could accompany you—"
"Alright, stop, it's fine." Andrew didn't understand why the girls in the Fla Realm liked to offer to sleep over at the slightest hint of discord, so he said directly, "I'll take good care of your brother. I would even if you hadn't asked. Now, please, take a left out the door, okay? I'm about to sleep."
A mont later, the door slowly closed with Debbie still in disbelief.
In the room, Andrew humd a tune, brushed his teeth, washed his face, turned off the lights, and went to sleep.
Now facing Orleans, Andrew ca straight to the point and stated his purpose for being there.
Without wasting any words, he imdiately followed up with, "Regarding your injury, I just gathered so information from Captain Linda. If it's convenient, could I ask you a few more questions?" Adopting an attitude of a professional healer, he stuck to the facts and was very professional.
Although in his heart, what he truly cared about was the event involving the Saintess Capella.
But there was no hurry; he could ask once he treated the opponent.
Seeing that Andrew had co to the Warm Fire Temple at his sister's behest to treat his injury, Orleans's eyes flickered slightly.
However, he didn't nod easily but continued to look at Andrew with that calm gaze: "You know healing?"
The simple four words carried the aning that was still an extension of Orleans's previous opinion of Andrew.
Orleans's voice was very stable, his tone very calm.
But as he had said before—
He didn't think Andrew could handle his work and replace him to go to the Royal Court for the negotiations.
Similarly, he didn't think Andrew could substitute for Linda's work, especially after Linda had already done ticulous healing for him, any "additional treatnt" would be redundant!
"Oh, I understand a bit," Andrew responded with a smile, seeming to be in a good temper.
"Do you understand better than Captain Linda?" Orleans maintained his calm deanor, yet his words revealed a sharp edge.
Andrew hadn't replied yet when those around him were already secretly amazed.
Who would have thought, Orleans, usually so silent, could be this incisive once he spoke?
"I'm certainly not as good as Captain Linda," Andrew said with a smile. "However, my focus in healing is sowhat different from Captain Linda's, so..." At this point, Andrew pursed his lips and smiled, "Indeed, there are so small areas that Captain Linda doesn't pay much attention to, where I might be slightly better."
Compared to Orleans's sharp edge hidden within his calm deanor, Andrew displayed a patience and confidence that even Linda found a bit unfamiliar.
This was not the strong impression Linda had felt from Andrew last ti at the Warm Fire Temple.
At this mont, Linda couldn't help but speak up.
She had intended to continue watching the spectacle, in the ward with so many injured and dical staff, Linda was actually the most gossip-minded one! Once quite fond of pursuing idol dramas starring the Second Miss, she found the encounter between Andrew and Orleans in front of her completely irresistible, though she pretended to be calm on the surface.
"Well... Andrew is indeed better than in many aspects," Linda looked at Orleans and said, "What I'm using now on you are mainly healing spells from the 'Fire God Blessing Series,' and Andrew can further enhance the healing effect of all my healing spells."
Pausing, Linda sincerely added, "My healing techniques ensure you'll ultimately recover without any aftereffects. But if you let Andrew help you, you might be able to leave the hospital very soon."
"Is that so..." Orleans raised his long eyebrows for the rare mont, seemingly surprised that Captain Linda, usually proud to the point of arrogance in her own healing magic achievents, would actually praise Andrew so highly!
By now, Orleans actually sensed that Andrew's visit was not only to treat him but also likely to make a request after the treatnt.
It's easy to guess what the request is...
"Is he going to ask about my encounter with Capella? Ask for experience and advice?" Orleans pondered, "But why would I tell him? And even if I do, could he really defeat Capella?"
Originally, Orleans neither believed Andrew could replace him in going to the Royal Court nor believed Andrew truly possessed any healing abilities.
He rely considered Andrew's claim of "your sister asked to co and treat you" as an entry ticket, thinking any treatnt would be re formality.
Orleans thought to himself that he wouldn't let Andrew take a superficial approach, rely treating him casually in exchange for insights on battling Capella. Did he think Orleans was a fool? Simply ridiculous!
It's not that he didn't want to share, but if he were to share, it would be with Barbara.
What had truly surprised Orleans about Andrew so far was rely Andrew's patience and good temperant.
"But now..." Orleans pondered silently, "Since Captain Linda has stated that Andrew indeed has so extraordinary accomplishnts in healing magic, I shouldn't underestimate him in this regard."
He thought for a mont and asked, "If I recover quickly, can I be added back to the Royal Court journey?"
Upon asking this question, the concealed sharpness within Orleans's calm voice completely withdrew.
But undoubtedly, this statent was the most incisive question he posed thus far!
Essentially, he was saying: Alright, since Andrew, you actually have so skill in healing, I'll let you treat . But have you thought it through? Once I'm cured, the qualification for the upcoming Royal Court journey, teaming with the Third Miss, might switch back to , not you!
Orleans, after all, was the most gifted Crimson Knight in the Comrce Association after Peter and the Second Miss Catherine. Even the late Shield of Flowing Fire's forr City Guard, Shield Knight Jimmy, was inferior to Orleans in terms of talent during his youth.
The Crimson Knight excels in straight-line sprinting.
While lacking in curved maneuvers compared to the Desert Hunter with flexible body techniques, the Crimson Knight achieves formidable sprinting speed through straight-line acceleration, thereby gaining unparalleled, acute armor-piercing ability that no profession can compare with!
Professional cultivation often influences one's personality and style.
Orleans's rhetorical style mirrors his combat style: seemingly plain, but when striking or speaking, it is a swift and fierce thrust, directly targeting the opponent!
The ward began to echo with so "hiss" sounds.
These were the low cries of amazent from the wounded and dical personnel focusing on the scene.
Linda was watching with rapt attention!
It was akin to the past feeling when the Second Miss was acting in idol dramas before getting married, with the male lead and male second lead confronting each other for the female lead played by the Second Miss. Ah, unbearable! If only there were two young guys who would go this far for !
Linda made a great effort to maintain her composure and look at Andrew.
She wasn't the only one; everyone present wanted to see how Andrew would respond!
And ultimately, whether to heal or not to heal?
Yet Andrew narrowed his eyes slightly, seemingly also surprised by Orleans's rhetorical style.
But soon, Andrew pursed his lips and smiled, saying, "Whether you're brought along... you'll have to ask Dean Charlie."
Pausing here, Andrew restrained his smile and calmly said, "I'm just responsible for healing you."
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