Krakok

Seeking truth and practical technique was a good choice for doctors, so Angor decided to leave the matter here.

He took out a leather scroll from his pocket, which showed a black snake swirling on a long rod.

"Have you seen this thing before, Doctor Sherry?"

"No… Someone's family emblem?" Sherry tilted her head.

Angor smiled and put the scroll away. "I have one last question. Have you heard of… Pocratee?"

Sherry stared at Angor and was confused by all these strange and irrelevant questions.

"Pocratee…" She thought for a moment and felt as if she knew it. But then, she couldn't quite catch it in her mind.

Suddenly, a man in a fur uniform rushed into the clinic.

"A nightshift officer?" Sherry stood up.

"From the sea gate!" The man confirmed his identity. "Doctor Sherry, please come with me right now! There's an accident at Tarot Port. A patrol ship is down, and we got lots of people who are wounded!"