The harbor basked in pleasant weather, while a towering cargo ship quietly docked beside the pier.
And right within the ship's hold, a man lay unconscious, face-up on the bed.
Perhaps disturbed by the "cawing" of seagulls outside the window, his tightly shut eyes twitched suddenly, followed by intense coughing as he opened them.
"Cough cough—!"
Seeing the man suddenly start coughing, the doctor put away the stethoscope in his hand and looked at Yarman sitting nearby and said.
"Seems like nothing major, just needs some rest to recover."
Yarman breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the doctor sincerely, and said.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome, it's my job."
The doctor nodded slightly, seeming not to want to talk more, and got up from the chair.
He was a local from Jinjaron Harbor, which meant a Poluo local, and treated the Weilante as a matter of professional ethics not to watch someone die.
