"Looking for a doctor?" The steward's face immediately darkened, and he snorted coldly, "Zhuzhao people, I think you've come to the wrong place. We only have witch doctors here, no doctors."
"No, no, no, you do. We know you have a doctor here. You're hiding the doctor and won't let us treat our illness. If anything happens to my senior brother, even your Nanzhao Emperor won't be able to bear the responsibility!"
"You all..." The steward was furious, his face ashen, and he snorted, "Whether His Majesty can bear it or not, we still don't have a doctor here. This is a Witch Doctor Village."
"Oh? Is that so?" He suddenly pointed at a stilted building and said, "How come I heard there's a doctor living in that building? What? Didn't your Great Shaman tell you?"
"How could it be?" The steward looked surprised and shook his head, "We Nanzhao people don't trust your doctors. Our Great Shaman couldn't have brought back a doctor."
