The moonlight faintly shone as Qin An concluded his cultivation and rose to his feet, the silver needle between his fingers emitting a cold gleam.
After a long time of practice, his profession as a healer finally reached the consummate level of five.
However, the condition for advancement required him to heal a dying person.
"Where can I find a dying person?" Qin An twirled the silver needle between his fingers, his brows slightly furrowed.
Healing wasn't the issue, but the problem lay in where to find someone on the brink of death.
Qin An stood up and walked to where the shopkeeper was.
Inside the clinic.
The shopkeeper was bent over checking accounts, the tip of a cinnabar pen gliding across the paper. Upon seeing Qin An approach, he hurriedly clasped his fists and greeted, "Young master."
Qin An got straight to the point: "Shopkeeper, do you know where there's someone on the verge of death?"
