Threatened for Refusing to Treat a Dog

A few days ago, I heard that Chloe Miller had started dating a wealthy heir. His family apparently carried great influence in Bayshore City.

The moment I learned this, I guessed Chloe would soon use her boyfriend’s connections against me. What I didn’t expect was how quickly she lost patience and came looking for trouble.

I could only sigh.

This clinic had been entrusted to me by my master, Gabriel Reed, on his deathbed. It held the dedication and effort of his entire lifetime. How could I ever sell it so easily?

Most importantly, if I gave up this clinic, what would happen to the unusual patients who showed up every night?

Some of them were missing limbs, some played with their own severed heads, others stitched together their torn bodies. Any ordinary person who saw these sights would be terrified out of their wits.

If the clinic disappeared, these spirits would have nowhere to go, no restraints to keep them in check, and chaos would erupt across Bayshore City.

As I sighed helplessly, I noticed a little boy wearing nothing but a vest climbing on top of the ceiling fan, laughing as he played.

I snapped irritably, “Ryan Hughes, get down here right now! If you break my fan again like last time, I won’t let you off.”

Ryan floated down obediently, blinking his big eyes, worry clouding his small face.

“Rachel, you’re not going to sell the clinic, right? If you do, we’ll all be homeless. Then we could only linger in the world of the living for seven days before being forced out. A lot of the others might lose control and lash out at people. That would bring disaster to the whole city.”

I sighed again. “Chloe has been coming at me more aggressively than ever lately. I can’t guarantee how much longer the clinic can stay open…”

Before I could finish, Ryan blurted out anxiously, “Then go ask our Hughes family for help! In Bayshore City, we’re second to none. My own brother is the one in charge of the family now. If you just go and say the word, no one would dare cause trouble for you again.”

Before I could reply, a crowd arrived outside the clinic.

Leading them was Chloe’s wealthy boyfriend, Adrian Hughes. He had brought along more than a dozen burly bodyguards. Reeking of alcohol, Adrian swaggered in, kicked the counter, and cursed at me:

“Bitch, how dare you refuse to treat my dog! Do you even know who I am?”

“Ever heard of the Hughes family in Bayshore City? I’m Adrian Hughes, eldest grandson of the current family patriarch.”

“Today, if you don’t treat and bandage my dog, I’ll smash your clinic and break your arms and legs. Even if you call the cops, it won’t help you!”

Looking at Adrian’s arrogance, then at Chloe’s smug, triumphant expression beside him, I just felt exhausted.

Couldn’t they stop courting death?

The spirits in the clinic glared at them with murderous intent, looking ready to pounce and tear them apart.

Especially Ryan, the mischievous little ghost boy. Standing on the counter, he glared fiercely at Adrian and cursed:

“How could our Hughes family produce such a disgrace of a descendant?”

“What was my brother thinking when he raised this brat?”

“A worthless heir like him will only bring disaster to our family. Tonight, I’ll carry out justice—even if it means dealing with my own kin!”