The young prince was grateful that the mysterious Dr. Feel good had cured his ail, but he was beginning to regret the oath he had taken to help the Dr. defeat a strong hold of “medical professionals.” He had heard of the deeds of such men who washed and cut and subdued their patients with mysterious gasses rather than the traditional autumn rum. But he wondered why the Dr. so wanted them dead?
“What is your game,”asked the prince? “Why do you so wish to defeat the medical professionals?”
“ In due time,” said the Dr. “All will be clear.”
His words did little to silence the prince’s fears.
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