Margaret, with her face covered by a veil, nervously held Charles's hand. She asked the old man in a white coat in front of her, "Doctor, how is it? Has Mr. Charles' condition improved?"
The old man sighed and shook his head. "I'm sorry, I've tried all the conventional treatments on him, but he hasn't gotten any better at all. Can you tell me what the cause of your husband's illness is?"
Margaret showed a trace of difficulty on her face. She suddenly realized that she knew very little about Mr. Charles.
Seeing the young woman's expression, the doctor didn't ask any more questions. "According to what you said, his previous job was as a sailor. I doubt that he has a mental illness."
"Doctor, are you saying that Mr. Charles doesn't have mental problems? Then what is wrong?"
Seeing the worry on Margaret's face, the old doctor took off his reading glasses and said, "But things may not be hopeless. I can't help you here, but you can think of a solution from other angles."
The doctor took out a purple business card from his pocket and handed it over respectfully with both hands.
"You know, no matter how good a doctor is, he can only solve problems within his job scope. As for other aspects, this lady may be able to help you. This lady comes from the mysterious Western Sea, and she is very good at souls."
Margaret took it and found that there was a crucible and a crystal ball on the front of the business card, and a contact address on the back.
"Thank you, but my husband is a little tired today, so I will ask this person to come and see him tomorrow." Margaret stood up to see the doctor off.
The doctor smiled and nodded, picked up the medicine box beside him and turned to leave.
After the doctor left, Margaret looked at the card with a look of difficulty on her face. In fact, she had invited this woman before, but it didn't work.
"Mr. Charles, what's wrong with you..."
"Woo~Woo~" The whistle of the Narwhal kept sounding, signaling the Hefang navy on the opposite side to make way, but the other side had no intention of moving and was stuck between the dock and the open sea.
An anxious Dipper stood on the edge of the boat, waving his hands and making frantic flag signals. "What the hell is wrong with the people in Cavendish! They invited us here, but then they won't let us through. What the hell are they doing?"
Bandage on the side glanced at the Hope Island Navy Fleet, which was gaining size behind him, and continued to wait without saying anything.
Soon a small cargo ship arrived at the Hefang Wharf. The people on the ship said that there were not so many berths at the wharf at the moment, and asked the Hope Island Fleet to send some representatives to the island first, and let the other warships wait outside.
Seeing the other crew members boarding the ship without hesitation, the second mate Krona hurriedly persuaded them: "Hey, just send one person. If so many people go, what if the other side makes trouble?"
"He Fang has had friction with the British Isles recently. They can't possibly cause trouble for us at this time. And if someone from the Cavendish family really does that, he will get nothing." Dipper jumped from the edge of the boat and landed steadily on the wooden boat on the water.
"What if something happens?" Krona grabbed the ladder in front of him, a hesitant look on his face.
"The captain is in their hands now, there are no such things as what would happen! Are you coming or not?" Dipper said with a hint of impatience on his face.
After hesitating for a few seconds, Krona walked down the ladder on the hull. "Why are you rushing me? For such a big matter, I should give it some thought."
As the ship was heading towards the dock, Bandage said to Linda on the ship: "If we... don't come back... in three hours, lead... the warships to attack the dock. Don't worry if the old man... threatens us with our lives..."
Linda said nothing, but placed her finger on the white triangle on her forehead.
Hearing the threat in Bandage's words, the expression on He Fang's liaison officer's face was quite interesting.
"Please come in, everyone. Mr. Jack is waiting for you in the Governor's Mansion." The gray-haired butler said neither humbly nor arrogantly.
Everyone got into the car quickly, but Lily encountered an accident. A large group of brown rats filled three cars and were not even half full.
"Lily, why are you bringing so many mice? We're not going to fight, so just bring a few. Hurry up." Dipper urged impatiently.
More than a dozen cars drove towards the Governor's Palace, and the atmosphere in the cars was a little tense.
Not only is there vigilance about He Fang's environment, but there is also tension about Charles' current situation. Three years have passed, and no one knows what Charles is like now.
Krona reached out and patted the co-pilot's bandaged shoulder. "Hey, first mate, we found the captain. What are you going to do next? Are you really going to continue looking for the Land of Light?"
"Look... what the Captain said..."
The doctor who was sitting next to him and playing with his phone said disdainfully: "Okay, even if Charles really goes out to sea again, he won't take you, a guy pretending to be seasick, with him. Just stay on the island."
Krona's face flashed with embarrassment, and then he quickly defended himself, "I did this for the captain's own good. I heard from those lunatics of the Church of Light that the captain jumped off the building on his own. His mental state is really not suitable for going to sea again."
The doctor turned his face away, as if he was too lazy to pay attention to him.
The scene outside the car changed rapidly, and the crew soon arrived at the center of Hefang Island. Jack, with a somewhat grim expression on his face, was already standing at the door of the Governor's Mansion waiting.
Seeing a group of people getting off the car, he greeted them with a smile. "Who is Mr. Bandage from Hope Island?"
Bandage took a step forward, "...where's the captain..."
Jack's hands rose and fell as he spoke. "Everyone, please listen to my explanation. The Cavendish family sincerely hopes to cooperate with you, but now there is a small problem. Please forgive me."
"...Where's the captain..." Bandage repeated again.
Jack, with a frown on his face, quickly considered his words, thinking about how to explain the current special situation to the other party.
Just then, Lily's mice suddenly squeaked.
Lily quickly jumped off James' shoulder and rushed to a street on the left. "There's a smell of Mr. Charles over here, come quickly."
The crew of the Narwhal looked at each other and quickly rushed over there.
Looking at their receding backs, Jack punched the street lamp next to him. A small metallic "creaking" sound was heard, and the bright street lamp fell down and smashed the car parked on the side of the road.
After venting his dissatisfaction, Jack quickly followed.
(End of this chapter)