Mrs. Ryan was on the verge of assisting in removing the sundry items when Glen intervened with a smile and said,

"Madam, given your delicate condition of pregnancy, you should refrain from undertaking such tasks."

These words caused Mrs. Ryan to open her mouth in astonishment."How on earth did you know? I only recently discovered it through a medical examination!"

"I possess a modicum of medical knowledge, which enables me to discern such things," Glen replied with a faint smile as he busied himself.

With his acute senses and a portion of medical knowledge at his disposal, it was no arduous task for Glen to detect a woman's pregnancy.

"This is truly astonishing!"

"Oh, by the way, I seemed to hear some coughing sounds just now. Is it your husband? Is he unwell?"

Ever since he had drawn near this house, Glen had detected a familiar odor, which did not emanate from Mrs. Ryan but from another individual.

A look of concern crossed Mrs. Ryan's features, and she said softly,"Yes, my husband is employed at the police station. He encountered an accident during a mission yesterday. For some inexplicable reason, he has been confined to his bed, weak and ailing. A doctor has already paid a visit, yet they were unable to ascertain the cause."

Upon completing the measurement of the door frame's dimensions, Glen turned around, hesitated momentarily, and then said,"May I have a look? After all, I do have some medical knowledge, and it might prove to be of assistance."

"Truly!?" Mrs. Ryan immediately looked up, her eyes brimming with gratitude.

She had been scurrying about all day due to her husband's mysterious illness and had almost forgotten about the task of having the door replaced. It was only upon encountering Glen that the thought had resurfaced.

Should there be no means of treating her husband's illness within the town, she was prepared to take him to a large hospital in the main city, which would undoubtedly entail a substantial expense.

Now that Glen had expressed his willingness to take a look, even though the likelihood of success was slim, his kindness was enough to touch her deeply.

"I'm merely going to give it a try. Don't set your expectations too high, madam," Glen explained indifferently.

"That is already more than sufficient. Thank you, kind - hearted lad."

Accompanying Mrs. Ryan, Glen entered the inner bedroom on the second floor and beheld the police officer with the distinctive handlebar mustache, with whom he had previously had a brief encounter.

The man was reclining on the bed, coughing intermittently.

Upon seeing the door open, he initially assumed it was his wife. However, upon closer inspection, he couldn't help but be taken aback.

"This is the carpenter I engaged today to install the door. He claims to have some knowledge of medicine, so I've asked him to examine you," Mrs. Ryan stepped forward, helped the man with the handlebar mustache to sit up, and gently patted his back as she explained.

"Nice to see you again, officer," Glen said, bowing slightly in a polite manner.

"It's you? Cough... cough. Your name is Glen, isn't it? I recall you were a butcher. How is it that you're now working as a carpenter?" The man with the handlebar mustache was visibly perplexed.

"Do you two know each other?" Mrs. Ryan asked in surprise.

The man with the handlebar mustache provided a brief explanation,"We crossed paths during an investigation."

Mrs. Ryan nodded in understanding.

Glen scratched his head."I have a diverse set of skills, so..."

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He shrugged, and the man with the handlebar mustache grasped his meaning.

"With a wide range of skills, it is indeed easier to earn a living, but one must be able to manage the workload."

"I understand."

After a casual exchange, Glen steered the conversation back to the main point.

"Mrs. Ryan informed me that you're experiencing some health issues. I have some medical knowledge and would like to take a look at you, if I may, officer."

"People generally refer to me as Sheriff Dogli. The members of my team address me as Captain directly."

"Very well, Sheriff Dogli. Then... would you allow me to examine you?" Glen asked tentatively.

"Certainly. It's a kind offer on your part. How could I possibly decline?"

Upon uttering these words, Glen stepped forward and gently clasped Sheriff Dogli's wrist, assuming the demeanor of an experienced physician conducting an examination.

This display instilled a sense of awe in both Sheriff Dogli and his wife, leading them to believe that Glen was a highly skilled medical practitioner.

They had never witnessed such a method of diagnosis before!

However, Glen did not possess profound medical expertise. What he knew was primarily what was required of him during his time in the military.

The reason he volunteered was that he held the sheriff in high regard and, moreover, his werewolf - like senses had detected something amiss.

Without attracting the notice of others, he extended a small portion of his werewolf claw from his index finger and gently pricked the sheriff's skin.

Under Glen's meticulous control, the werewolf venom coursed through Sheriff Dogli's blood vessels, seeking out that faint trace of abnormality.

Sheriff Dogli was completely oblivious to these changes. He merely felt a slight tingling sensation in the hand that Glen was holding for the pulse diagnosis.

As the werewolf venom approached the vicinity of the heart, Glen's eyelids twitched.

He had made a discovery!

Some unknown energy mass had accumulated around the area of the heart, voraciously sapping Sheriff Dogli's vitality.

Merely when the werewolf venom drew near, there was a sensation as if it were being pulled and tugged.

Through continuous attempts, Glen discovered that he could make use of the werewolf venom to encase these energy entities and expel them from the body.

It's all sorted out... While feeling a great sense of relief in his heart, he looked at Sheriff Dogli and smiled, saying, "I've identified the cause of the illness."

"Really!?" The couple exclaimed in unison.

Glen nodded. Then, he suddenly brought his fingers together into a sword-like gesture and said, "I will now treat you with a therapeutic method that I once learned."

The instant the last word fell, his fingers in the sword-like gesture tapped erratically several times on Sheriff Dogli's chest, and the hand that had been taking the pulse was also released simultaneously.

A faint purplish mist coiled around his fingertips and was concealed behind his back.

Sheriff Dogli felt as if his body had regained vitality after being tapped a few times. The symptoms that had been tormenting him before, such as weakness, chest congestion, and headaches, were completely eliminated.

"This... this is simply a miracle!" Sheriff Dogli exclaimed in amazement.

He was well aware of what was wrong with his body. The mass of purple mist he had encountered the previous day clearly seemed to be something like evil magic. He never expected that Glen would actually cure him with this strange method of treatment!

"Do you perhaps know magic? This should be impossible to achieve!" he asked directly.

"Is he really cured!?" Mrs. Ryan exclaimed, covering her mouth in astonishment.

Glen had anticipated the reactions of the two of them. He prevaricated, "The technique I used is called the Sunflower Acupoint - Sealing Technique. It is specifically designed to treat some intractable and complex ailments. Sheriff Dogli's situation just happened to be applicable to it."

"Sunflower Acupoint?" Sheriff Dogli looked completely bewildered.

Although it sounded rather strange, it seemed quite powerful!

"We're truly grateful to you, Glen, right? Good lad, how much do we owe you? Don't worry. Although we're not a wealthy family, we're much better off than the average household..."

Mrs. Ryan appeared extremely excited, and her eyes were slightly reddish.

"It's but a small favor. Hmm... ten copper coins will do. This price is quite reasonable," Glen said modestly, putting forward his proposal.

"That's far too cheap. If we had gone to a large hospital in the main city, the cost would be hundreds of times higher! I'll give you ten silver coins! Dogli said this morning that he thought he was beyond hope. You have no idea how desperate I was at that time! You deserve this. Please accept it!"

As she spoke, Mrs. Ryan rummaged through the room and found a pouch. Right in front of Glen, she took out ten silver coins and stuffed them into Glen's arms without giving him a chance to refuse.

The fact that they dared to reveal their wealth in front of Glen was sufficient to show their trust in him. This was a straightforward and forthright family.

"Go ahead and take it. As the sheriff of Dude Town, I have a rather good income," Sheriff Dogli said with a kind smile.

However, Glen merely squeezed the silver coins in his hand, took out nine of them, and handed them back to Mrs. Ryan, saying, "Thank you for your kindness, but I'm well aware that these ten silver coins are no small expense for you. You'll have a child to raise in the future. Keep these for your child. Consider it a small token of my affection for the child."

Despite all the persuasion, Glen remained insistent, and the couple had no choice but to give up.

In fact, just as Glen had said, ten silver coins was not a negligible amount for them. That Glen could see this so clearly made the expressions in the couple's eyes extremely complex.