Chapter 4: The Delinquent of the Marquisate (2)
When I rushed toward the massive dog, the entire place erupted into chaos.
“The delinquent is choking the dog to death!”
“He’s beating up the poor animal!”
“Did he start drinking in broad daylight? Someone stop him!”
Ah, people and their prejudices.
I’m treating him, damn it.
Sure, I don’t have a medical license, so technically it’s quack treatment, but what choice do I have? Time is running out.
When I felt Max’s neck, I could clearly make it out — a solid, fist-sized lump was lodged in his throat.
Probably a large piece of fruit or a stone that he swallowed, and it got stuck in his airway.
That’s the problem with this world.
Here, the standard practice is to heal everything with magic, regardless of whether it’s an injury or an illness.
No one bothers to identify the underlying cause.