"Thank you! Thank you so much!"
Damien waved his hand as he bid farewell to Wendy and her mother. Once the two of them were gone, Damien turned on his feet and headed back into the small shack where he was working on penicillin.
"You are really a great doctor, Lord Damien," Thalia praised with stars in her eyes. "Usually healers don't even allow a person to step inside the temple unless they pay a generous donation to them."
"I am not a great person," Damien shook his head. "I am just lucky that I had enough to help them; if I were a poor healer with no money in my pockets, I wouldn't have been able to help them."
"But still..." Thalia picked up a rag and cleaned the table before saying to Damien, "For people like us, this is still a great thing. I can only imagine how worried that little girl would have been if you refused to help her."
As someone who had almost lost her father, Thalia understood the worries of the little girl. Even if there was nothing wrong with her mother, that poor girl would have spent her days in worry until her mother got better.
At least now she would be free of that worry.
"But I cannot help them all the time.." Damien sat down on the chair and crossed his legs. "Because if I were to continue helping them like this, then it will be hard on both me and the people who get helped."
He sighed and pressed his fingers on his forehead before saying, "It would have been better if they could get back on their feet. Making a living on their own is better than relying on anyone. But that is a little hard, especially in the current situation."
Thalia clenched her fingers as she said in a cheery voice, "But as long as they are willing to work hard and continue making an effort, then I am sure—"
"Do you really think that the people are not working hard at the moment?" Damien asked with a light shake of his head. "They are but with the higher-ups suppressing them and asking them to pay undefined taxes, do you think that this problem will be solved with just working hard?"
"If you want the people to get better and stand on their feet, then first those who sit in the higher and more powerful position need to stop with their suppressing," Damien told her. "Only a world where those who are powerful are willing to help the one's in need will be a better place."
Thalia nodded as she agreed fervently, "You are right! Lord Damien, I really hope that there will be a day when the world will turn into a better place like you imagined."
"I will try to help others, just like you.I believe that as long as there are more people like you, then certainly this world will become better."
Only if Thalia knew about Damien's fame as a patient magnet would she have understood where this feeling of trepidation was coming from.
"Are you done?"
"Wistoria?" Damien turned and looked at the woman who was standing outside the shack. "Why are you here?"
"I wanted to see what you were doing." Wistoria looked around the shack before turning to look at Damien. "You were late for dinner, so I came to look what was causing the holdup."
She was still quite surprised, as she never thought that the reason Damien was late was because he was treating people for free.
Her eyes softened a lot as she said to him, "Let's go or else the dinner will turn cold. The chef cooked roasted dual-head turkey tonight; it won't taste good if it turns cold."
Damien nodded in response. He turned to look at Thalia before saying, "I will see you tomorrow."
"Alright," Thalia responded in a small voice as she turned to look at Wistoria, who smiled back at her. Her smile was enough to make Thalia clench her fingers in anger as she glared at Wistoria before taking her leave.
Once she was gone, Wistoria turned to look at Damien and held her hand out, "Lets go."
Damien glanced at her hand before taking it as the two of them walked past the small shack to the mansion. Behind them, Damien could hear a lot of whispering from the servants, who were surprised to see them holding hands together.
However, he did not pay attention to their whispering. It wasn't until the two of them reached the dining hall, where his mother glanced at their hands and smirked, did Damien pull his hand out of Wistoria's hand.
"Ahem...I feel rather hungry," he cleared his throat as he sat down.
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Can the author get a few golden tickets or power stone please?