Chapter 29 Do You Know Who He is


    “It may not be curable,” Wynter leaned against the wall, yawningzily. “The cause is unknown, the


    diagnosis is unclear, and=”


    With a chuckde, Dalton chimed in, “And you’d like to call it a day because you’re tired,”


    “It’s easy to talk with clever people.” Wynter looked at him, smiling.


    Her fingertips fell on his wrist again as she took his pulse carefully. “Your treatment can’t be rushed.


    Take it easy.”


    Dalton was someone whom even the Grim Reaper didn’t wee. That was why he could survive until


    now. He had to have an excellent character, believing in himself more than the gods.


    The beaded bracelet on Dalton’s wrist was filled with tranquilizers to help him sleep, Wynter was close


    enough to him to smell it.


    “Improve your sleep and diet first.”


    Out of weariness, Wynter rubbed her neck with one hand. “Eating and sleeping well will help with your


    treatment.”


    Looking at her sleepy eyes, Dalton agreed quietly, “Okay,”


    By the time Wynter had noticed it, Dalton had taken the bag from her hand.


    “Ethan, send Dr. Genius home.” Dalton’s voice was light yet authoritative.


    Ethan knew Dalton would be displeased if he continued to pester Wynter. He lowered his head and


    said, “Yes.”


    “No need. The ce I’m going is just opposite the hospital.” Wynter didn’t want to get too involved with


    her patients. “Mr. Lloyd can take me there.”


    “Yes! I can take her!” Ryan shouted, “I’ll send her home, don’t worry!”


    With a hum in response, Dalton said nothing more.


    Ethan couldn’t help suggesting, “Mr. Yarwood, how about getting Dr. Genius‘ contact number?”


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    Dalton nced toward Wynter again.


    Wynter took out her phone and handed it to Dalton without hesitation. “Just enter your number. I’ll


    check on you when I check on Mr. Quinnell next time.”


    Chapter 29 Do You Know Who He Is


    Dalton’s number?


    Usually, people rushed to ask for Dalton’s number, only to receive a message from Vincent


    in the end.


    Never before had the high and mighty head of the Yarwood family lowered his eyes and typed his


    number until now.


    Victor’s short and chubby body inched closer quietly. He stood on tiptoes, trying to sneak a peek. He’d


    also like to have Dalton’s contact number!


    Wynter covered the phone, her eyes cold. “Mr. Lopez, what are you doing?”


    “I… Why don’t you take my number too? You can call me if anything happens at school!” Victor never


    thought hispetitiveness woulde from a rundown school one day.


    Wynter didn’t refuse, as she treated everyone equally.


    Before entering the elevator, Wynter nced back at Dalton standing in the dim light.


    Seemingly seen through everything in life, he just stood there, keeping a respectful distance from


    people.


    When the doctors around talked to him, he didn’t oppress them with his family’s power. Despite being


    far more knowledgeable and well–informed, he was still willing to listen to


    others.


    With such characteristics, it was no wonder Dalton didn’t lose his grace. Otherwise, as someone


    gued by diseases all year, his appearance would have deteriorated.


    Most people on long–term medication would have gloomy eyes. Although Dalton was somewhat cold


    toward others, he never med anyone. And his eyes were beautiful.


    He was gentle, knowledgeable, and magnanimous. It would be a pity if he died at such a young age.


    “Dr. Genius, are you really going to treat that person?”