Waning Moon

Three years ago, he ran rampant in Africa, undeniably the King of Soldier Kings. Three years later, he returned to the city, carless, houseless, and constantly in trouble. 
Applying to be a security guard at a company, switching from the battlefield to the office, he's low key, clever, with depth. Even security guards can have their moment in the spring.
Every time someone asked him, why are you always the unlucky one?
Basil Jaak would shyly say, it's just because I'm too obviously handsome!
...

Close body King of Soldiers

"Director Coll, I disagree!" Edgar shouted, "He has no medical license. If a patient were to suffer because of his misdiagnosis, who would ultimately assume all responsibility?"


Albert Coll glanced at Edgar, lightly raised his eyebrows, and said gravely, "Since you won't let him treat her, then it's up to you. If something happens to the patient, you will assume all the responsibility."


 "This..." Edgar interrupted Albert, not really intending to reclaim Colby. Instead, he wanted to offload the responsibility onto Basil Jaak. Unexpectedly, Albert turned the tables on him. His face changed slightly as he muttered grumpily, "Director Coll, I didn't mean that. I just meant that since there's someone willing to take the patient, they must bear the relevant responsibility. They should sign an agreement of liability and agree to bear all the consequences."


Chapter 144: Don't Eat Lunch with a Rogue_1