The ship owner glanced at him and realized they were a pair of siblings working on the boat, then scoffed, raising an eyebrow with disdain, "Even if you have a lot of Silver Coin, you cannot stay here—the rooms were gone long ago."
Hmph, what kind of people are these, mere boat runners and yet they dare to inquire about the price of a room.
Truly a joke!
Remembering the purpose of his trip to the civilian cabin, the ship owner loudly asked, "Is there anyone here with medical skill?"
Someone immediately raised their hand high, "This old one has some medical skill."
The crowd turned to look at this person, only to see a thin, wizened old man with a pointed chin and monkey cheeks, his stature small, his back slightly hunched, making him appear even more diminutive.
The ship owner gestured with his hand, "Please come with me."
But the old man struck a pose, "Is there someone who needs medical attention? Please come to this spot, or find me a large room to stay."
