Miss Jessica looked at Bruce in front of her and said nothing more.
Since this guy insisted on claiming he was here to apply for a doctor's position, then let him try. After all, it would be his own life on the line.
"Then he's yours now. I trust you'll be able to arrange everything for him," Miss Jessica nodded, speaking to the people who had been in charge of recruiting doctors.
After taking a few steps, Miss Jessica turned back and said to Bruce, "I hope I can still see you in a few days."
Without waiting for a response, she left.
"Ma'am, take care." The people who had been in charge of recruitment bowed deeply to Miss Jessica's departing figure.
As they saw her off, they also quietly rejoiced at their own survival.
They knew it was unlikely they'd die by Miss Jessica's hands, but who knew whether the successors would come back injured again?
And if the successors were indeed wounded, and they failed to find a suitable doctor...
Then they'd be waiting for the blade above their heads to fall at any moment.
But now, the arrival of this man had temporarily saved them from a crisis. At least now they had a doctor, and this matter could be properly handled.
"To be honest, we were hoping you'd show up, and at the same time, hoping you wouldn't," said a man walking up to Bruce. His right sleeve was completely empty—he was clearly one-armed.
As for why he ended up a one-armed man, it probably had something to do with the successors.
"What's so bad about it? Serving the successors should be the greatest honor, right?" Bruce presented himself as a devout follower of the successors.
When the others heard Bruce say this, they looked at him with strange expressions.
Most of their gazes held pity, though a few seemed indifferent.
Perhaps it was because they had seen far too many people die here—they had long since grown numb.
"All I can say is, good luck. I'll take you to get familiar with where the medical equipment is, and where we mainly treat the successors' injuries." The one-armed doctor patted Bruce's shoulder with his remaining hand.
"By the way, my name is Curtis 'Cort' Connors." With that, Dr. Connors turned and led Bruce toward the medical room.
"Vic John Kane. Just call me Kane." Bruce followed behind Dr. Connors as they headed toward their destination.
The successors' family castle was quite old-fashioned.
So old-fashioned, in fact, that it looked like someone had transported a medieval castle straight from the UK. There was hardly a trace of modern technology—likely because the successors didn't want such things here.
Of course, that only applied to the castle's general facilities.
The medical room was a completely different story.
The medical equipment was astonishingly advanced—almost unbelievably so. Virtually every type of medical device imaginable was present here.
It seemed the successors were quite fond of staying alive. Even if they could resurrect, they still didn't want their bodies damaged more than necessary.
"As you can see, we basically have all the medical equipment you could imagine. Our task is to restore their bodies to normal as quickly as possible," said Dr. Connors with a hint of helplessness.
He knew best—given the nature of the successors' injuries, a full recovery in a short time was impossible.
But thanks to their abnormal regenerative abilities...
As long as you did things in a way that pleased them, they usually wouldn't cause trouble, and their wounds healed quickly.
Just not to the point where they could immediately walk out of the medical room and go straight back to hunting.
"As for everything else… good luck." Dr. Connors patted Bruce on the shoulder again, shook his head, and walked away.
And just as Dr. Connors left, a successor barged into the room.
"Help me get the stuff out of the wound on my back." It was one of the twins who had appeared on Earth-13.
The white-haired woman—though she didn't look too great right now. Her back had been seriously torn up by someone's attack.
There were also quite a few chunks of concrete debris embedded in her wounds.
Without hesitation, the woman stripped off her top completely so the doctor could better examine the wound on her back.
Bruce didn't say a word. He simply picked up the nearby tools and began removing the debris and other foreign objects from her back.
For Paula, today had been nothing short of disastrous. First, she suffered a major setback on Earth-13.
Then, she ran into the same target as her exiled brother.
No one knew what that exiled brother had been through, but neither she nor Brix could defeat him.
They had even ended up injured.
Whether it was psychological or something else, Paula couldn't feel the pain in her back. She didn't even notice what the doctor was doing.
"Miss, your wound has been treated." Bruce's deep, magnetic voice sounded beside Paula's ear. Only then did the successor realize that today's doctor wasn't one of the clumsy fools from before, nor any of those nauseating-looking ones.
"New here?" Paula didn't care at all that she wasn't wearing a top. She rested her face on her hand and stared at the man beside her.
"Yes, Miss," Bruce replied with his head lowered, as if he didn't dare look at her directly.
He knew that if he wanted to stay here, he had to constantly remain humble—to let them know that he was nothing more than a servant in their presence.
"Interested in becoming my personal doctor?" Paula suddenly grew intrigued as she looked at the doctor in front of her. She moved closer to Bruce.
No one knew where she had pulled it from, but a dagger suddenly appeared in her hand. Using the flat side of the blade, she lifted Bruce's chin.
At that moment, as Paula caught sight of Bruce's face, her interest deepened—because the man in front of her was indeed strikingly attractive.
"Such a good-looking face, wasting away in a medical room all day—don't you think that's a bit..." Paula leaned in closer to Bruce, stuck out her tongue, and gently licked his cheek. "A waste of beauty?"
"I'm merely a servant to the nobles. As long as they need me, I will serve." Bruce remained humble.
He lowered his gaze, avoiding eye contact with Paula and trying his best not to look at any sensitive areas of her body.
"From today on, you're my servant," Paula declared.
It wasn't until this moment that she finally got dressed.
She had to admit, Bruce's medical skills were remarkable—she could no longer feel any pain from the wound on her back.
"You still want to stay in this dark and dreary medical room? Hurry up and follow me!" Paula noticed Bruce wasn't keeping up and turned around to call back to him.
"My apologies, Miss," Bruce responded as if waking from a trance and quickly left the medical room.
He followed behind Paula.
It wasn't until then that Paula realized—she hadn't even asked for Bruce's name.
"So, what's your name, my dear servant?" Paula asked with a smile.
"Just call me Cain, Miss."
"That's actually a decent name," Paula replied, though with zero sincerity.
After all, to people like her, a servant's name wasn't worth remembering. What mattered was that the servant was loyal and served their purpose.
The rest of the way, Paula and Bruce didn't exchange another word. Bruce used the time to mentally note the steps and distances from one location to another.
Before long, they arrived at the central hall of the Heir Family's castle.
"Oh, my dear sister." As Paula's twin brother, Brix immediately noticed Bruce following behind her.
"Looks like you've found yourself quite the toy."
Brix didn't pay much attention to Bruce.
"This isn't just a toy—he's my close servant," Paula said, leaning against Bruce and gently tracing his face with her finger.
This surprised Brix a bit. Clearly, Paula treated this servant a little differently.
He even wondered if his sister had been seduced by this pretty boy—had she actually fallen for him?
But he quickly shook his head, dismissing the ridiculous thought.
How could his sister fall for a mere servant?
Servants like this were a dime a dozen to her—just momentary playthings to be discarded after the novelty wore off.
Even if this one was a little more unique, it wouldn't make much of a difference.
In the end, this servant's fate would be the same: tossed aside, killed, or abandoned in some forgotten corner once he was no longer entertaining.
"Alright, but Father is calling for us. You and your little servant can deal with your matters later," Brix said before heading off in another direction.
Paula, hearing this, simply shrugged and gently stroked Bruce's face. "Looks like our little game will have to wait—until I get back."
Just then, Miss Jessica arrived.
It was obvious she was surprised to see Bruce here, but she quickly composed herself, kneeling on one knee before Paula in a gesture of loyalty.
"Perfect timing. Take my new manservant to my bedroom," Paula instructed her.
"Of course, Miss. Is there anything else I can do for you?" Miss Jessica asked politely.
But Paula didn't even acknowledge her words. She simply grabbed Bruce by the tie and kissed him on the lips—
Then turned and followed after Brix.
"You're climbing up the ladder faster than I expected," Miss Jessica said once Paula had left. She slowly rose from the ground and looked at Bruce calmly.
Bruce said nothing. He merely lowered his head to her in respect.
"Don't bow to me," Miss Jessica said, despite enjoying the gesture. "Otherwise, Miss Paula might have me torn apart."
(End of Chapter)
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