[First Street]
"Ransom, are you guys alright over there?"
Ransom’s thoughts halted as he heard Izu’s voice in his earpiece. He instinctively pressed the device, nodding.
"Yeah," he cleared his throat, watching as the drunken Long kept chugging from his flask while telling others to stay in the corner of the massive underground place.
"We’re alright," he breathed out. "Better... than expected."
His eyes scanned the surroundings. If he didn’t know better, he would think he was on a hospital floor. A legit one.
"Florida is just helping the others," he added. "But we’re fine. The Madam is right. It’s... it’s right that we went here."
Admitting that somehow chipped away another piece of doubt Ransom had toward Lola. Thinking about it, it was the same with how she got information about the old granny and Gigante, and then—even this place.
Because of her, they were still alive.
To be precise, they weren’t just alive, but they had made a lot of progress and were still alive.
"Ransom!" Florida’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. "Need help here!"
"Uh—yeah!" Ransom rushed to Florida, eyes falling on the medical equipment beside the table. "Let me."
Florida and some of the men with them stepped back, allowing Ransom to attach medical equipment to one of the Bellemonte patients. The two patients had just gone through surgery, but with this equipment, they could check their vitals and determine whether they were stable.
After all, Ransom had only based his assessment on their complexion earlier.
But as Ransom worked on one patient, Florida turned and caught the drunken Long idling near the other. Seeing that Long was holding some of the medical equipment they were about to use, Florida stepped forward.
"Wait!" Florida raised his voice, stopping everyone—including the drunkard. "Uh... what are you doing?"
Long turned to them, blinking so sluggishly he looked like he might collapse at any moment. But before anyone could speak, Ransom did.
"Do you know how to... do it?"
Long blinked and nodded. "I may look like this, but I’m a doctor."
"You are?" the men from Gigante blurted out in unison.
Long wasn’t well known, but he was definitely someone people had heard of. After all, who wouldn’t know about the drunkard of this ghost town? Everyone else had left, but this fellow stayed behind, wasting his life away.
So, hearing that he was a doctor came as a surprise.
"Yes, I am!" Long nodded. "In my previous life. That’s what my grandma said—that I might be the reincarnation of the greatest doctor of Ravah."
Hearing that, everyone frowned deeply. Others wore sour expressions at his words.
"For a second, I believed him."
"Don’t worry," Long said as he resumed his work, inserting an IV needle into the patient with a flick of his hand. "I don’t carry that piece of card people call a license, but I’ve done this a million times."
Everyone fell silent, watching Long do what he had to do. Just as Florida stepped forward to stop him, Ransom raised a hand.
"Florida, wait—" Ransom paused, studying Long’s actions. "Let him be."
"But—"
"He knows what he’s doing," Ransom said without taking his eyes off the drunkard. "And he’s really good at it."
Even Ransom would need time to insert that needle properly, but Long flicked his hand and nailed it. As for the other equipment, Long knew exactly where to place them and how to use them.
Then again, this underground hospital was something Long had been watching over.



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