Chapter: 152
“This has nothing to do with trust. The fact is, you cannot do it. I won’t let you play around with Granddad’s life!” Dahlia refused bluntly.
After three years of marriage, they both knew each other like the backs of their hands. There was no way Dahlia could know whether Dustin could do it.
“Who said I can’t do it? Fine. Then, who else can save Granddad if not me?” Dustin growled. He realized that it was impossible trying to reason with women using logic!
“The only one who can save Grandpa now is the incredible Dr. Ross Leister!” Dahlia answered with a grim expression.
“That’s right! Matt’s already gone to call the doctor. If Dr. Leister agrees to help us, we can save Old Mr. Nicholson. There’ll be no need for a quack like you.”
“Dr. Ross Leister? Who’s that?” Dustin asked.
“He’s Dr. Cross‘ apprentice who specializes in treating rare diseases. He’s way better than you are!” Florence stated proudly.
As soon as the words left her mouth, two people entered the room. The first was Matt. He was followed by a man in his 30s in a white coat and a pair of glasses, with a haughty and pretentious expression on his face.
“Matt! Did you manage to get Dr. Leister?” Florence rushed over.
“Of course!” With a gentle smile, Matt introduced the man, “This is Dr. Leister.”
“So you’re Dr. Leister! What an honor!”
“You’re a talented doctor indeed, Dr. Leister. You managed to become Dr. Cross‘ apprentice at such a young age. How amazing!”
“That’s right! With Dr. Leister’s help, Old Mr. Nicholson will recover!”
Everyone began singing praises at Ross, especially since he was Dr. Rowan Cross‘ apprentice. They had to make a good impression in case they needed his help in the future.
“Honestly, I wouldn’t have bothered coming here if it weren’t for Mr. Laney. After all, everyone who asks me to treat them is either a high–ranking official, an aristocrat, or a wealthy person,” said the man in glasses. He raised his head, peering down at everyone else in the room.
“Of course! It’s an honor to have you here!” Florence and the others agreed, their faces showing signs of flattery.
The man in glasses soaked up the attention, pleased.
“That’s enough. I’m a busy man, so let’s not dilly–dally and get this over with. Where’s the patient?”
“Over here!” Florence led the way to Henry’s bed.
“Hmm…” The doctor nodded and proceeded to take Henry’s pulse.
“So it’s Havaska? Well, this might be slightly troublesome, but no big matter. A bowl of hot medicine will do the trick.”
“Really? That’s great!”
Everyone was overjoyed. As expected, they found the right man for the treatment.
“Doctor, aren’t you mistaking something?” Dustin asked.
“What?” The man in glasses frowned and gave Dustin a look over.