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    Bu was well aware of the crisis Marissa referred to, as she had exined it to him in detail moments ago. Originally, Brian, a medical prodigy, had treated him.


    To date, no one in Blebert had matched Brian’s expertise in medicine. Brian had disappeared many years ago, and Bu doubted he could find another doctor of his caliber.


    After some thought, he remembered Riss, who was as renowned as Brian. Rumors suggested that Riss had achieved significant advancements in both the medical and pharmaceutical fields, even surpassing Brian.


    Bu asked, “Can the legendary Dr. Riss cure my illness?”


    “Absolutely,” Marissa responded.


    Her assurance eased Connor slightly. Marissa was Riss. If she had responded negatively, it would have meant there was no hope for Bu.


    Bu also felt relieved and turned to Connor. “I heard you’ve engaged Dr. Riss for your brother’s treatment. Could you introduce me to her as well?”


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    Connor instinctively nced at Marissa, unsure if he should make decisions for her. Noticing this, Bu suddenly remembered that Marissa was actually Riss’ outer disciple. So, he assumed Marissa would have more insights about Riss.


    Thus, he followed Connor’s gaze and asked, “Miss Nash, could you introduce me to Dr. Riss?”


    “Of course, I can introduce you,” Marissa replied, “but you’re short on time.”


    “What do you mean?” Bu asked, his brow furrowing.


    “The measures I’ve taken will only relieve your symptoms for an hour,” Marissa exined. “In an hour, your asthma will re up again. Dr. Riss is currently overseas. Even if she agrees toe, it would be toote. Not even Dr. Riss can save you from the brink of death.”


    Marissa shrugged with a smile. “Mr. Hoffman, you’re quite unfortunate.”


    Bu’s worry deepened. Connor raised his eyebrows knowingly. If he hadn’t known Marissa was Riss, he would have believed her. From what she told Bu, he suspected she might be scheming something.


    What a liar! How could she spin such believable tales? Impressive!


    Bu was oblivious to Connor’s thoughts. After a moment of consideration, he earnestly asked, “Miss Nash, is there another possible solution?”


    Marissa nearlyughed butposed herself. She continued misleading Bu. “There is one option, though it might not work. Mr. Hoffman, please call Xander to prepare for your funeral.


    Just a friendly tip: tell him to bring awyer who can quickly draft, notarize, and legalize your will. Given your extensive business and numerous rtives, without a will, there might be a scramble for your assets after your passing.”


    Connor’s lips twitched. He couldn’t just sit by and watch Marissa deceive his friend, yet he also couldn’t call her out. So, he returned to his desk and continued reading his documents.


    Marissa’s advice seemed harsh, but to Bu, it sounded logical. If he really only had an hour left, he needed to act. As the family patriarch, the absence of a will could leave his family in chaos.


    Still, something inside him questioned Marissa’s reliability. Yet, Marissa had diagnosed his asthma as a congenital condition, confirming her medical expertise.


    So, he feltpelled to trust her advice. After all, this was a matter of life and death; it was better to prepare for the worst.


    He knew of Tiffany’s reputation for being unpredictable. Sometimes she lied, and other times she was truthful. It was hard to know if she was being honest now.


    But he chose to trust her—life was at stake. What if she was right? Ignoring her could put his life at risk.


    After a brief pause, he asked, “Why might it not work?”


    Marissa began to exin, using technical terms, “The procedure will go like this:…”


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