The place he arrived at, running like the wind while carrying an injured man with a broken leg, was a dark back alley of the Capital City. It was a place where only the weakest gathered. What was commonly known as a slum.
‘So even the bustling Capital City has a place like this.’
Jin Cheon was familiar with such places. After all, he was born and raised in a place just like this. Judging from his own experience…
“Is there really a clinic here?”
“Yes. There is.”
“That’s strange.”
It was unlikely for a physician to be in a place with such poor security. If someone were to set up a clinic here, it wouldn’t even last ten days before ruffians came to take all the expensive medicinal herbs and tools, and it would be gone.
‘Well, I’ll know when I get there.’
After turning a few more corners, he arrived at a place where… The damp smell of earth and the scent of medicinal herbs mingled. The rain-soaked thatched roof was collapsed in places, and children, letting out dry coughs, clung to their mothers’ skirts.
Amidst the shabbily dressed poor, one color stood out distinctly. A woman dressed in dark green cotton clothes, with small and intricate medicine pouches hanging from her waist. A silver needle gleamed in her hand.
‘That young lady is…’