Thomas nodded. “Okay, I’ll head to Octopole Arena now.”
The doctor quickly added, “Mr. Mayo, Octopole Arena is a martial arts center, so people there are more direct in the way they do things and speak. When you get there, you don’t have to beat around the bush. Also, they usually don’t let outsiders use their ancestral ointment, so they might turn you down. You have to be mentally prepared.”
“Okay, I got it.” Thomas stood up.
“Please take good care of Mr. Porter. I’ll definitely get the ancestral ointment from Octopole Arena...”
After he said that, he turned around and left the ward.
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