Chapter 610

The corner of Clarissa's lips lifted in a mischievous smile, "Why don't you try calling him a mixed breed? Do you think he will understand?" Perseus coughed. "You should stand aside first. I have to treat this patient." He didn't want to continue the conversation with Clarissa because he was afraid that he couldn't hold back his laughter. Clarissa was an expert in handing out insults while looking innocent. "Mr. Knowles, your leg looks quite bad. Lift your leg so I can check it out." Whether Jacob was a mixed breed or a barbarian, he still needed to treat him. He was a doctor, after all. Perseus would use his skills to make this Jorlandian bow to him in awe. "You are a doctor?" Jacob who was short and stocky, looked at Perseus with disgust. Clearly, he doubted Perseus' medical skills. "Yes, I'm a doctor. I'm also Alfred's mentor. Why? Do you not believe in my skills?" Perseus narrowed his eyes and smiled innocently. Was he doubting traditional treatments? Perseus was more than