"I didn't expect you to be a prosthetics doctor." Qin Qianbai said.
"In our place, this profession is called a plant doctor."
"Then why don't you get a prosthetic for your leg?" Qiluo asked curiously, "You don't seem opposed to this technology."
Father Grey patted his thigh, smiling with a complex expression.
"It's the code of conduct for plant doctors, which in the Empire's common tongue is 'healer, heal thyself not.' We are the most familiar with wood mechanism prosthetics, and we know countless methods to make plants safe, controllable, and extensions of our limbs. Precisely because of this, we cannot apply it to ourselves."
"Why not?"
