Chapter 67: Savior


    The ambience in the bedroom instantly tensed up. Maxwell’s gripped the specialist and stared at him


    with his unfathomable and sharp eyes as if he wished to see through the specialist.


    The specialist shivered, but he still toughed it out, “I was mentioning the one who has meager


    knowledge about medicine but was smattering just now.”


    “Let go of him! Did he say the wrong thing? Do you have a medical practitioner’s qualification


    certificate?” Another doctor who was standing aside chimed in. He was the best specialist in


    cardiovascr and cerebrovascr diseases in Ocean City and was also invited to here to have this


    experts’ meeting with an aim to find a way to prolong the patient’s life-span.


    “Qualification certificate?” Maxwell was stunned for a while and then shook his head, “I don’t have it.”


    “Then which medical school did you graduate from?” The doctor fixed his eyes on Maxwell and asked


    aggressively.


    “I didn’t graduate from a medical school.” Maxwell replied ndly.


    “Who do you think you are since you don’t have a medical practitioner’s qualification certificate and


    didn’t graduate from a medical school?” The doctor reprimanded in a stern voice, “Are you a barefoot


    doctor?”


    [Note: Barefoot doctors were healthcare providers who underwent basic medical training and worked in


    rural viges in China.]


    “Turns out he’s just a barefoot doctor. I thought he’s a master… That makes sense. He looks so young,


    how can it be possible that he’s proficient in medicine…”


    All of a sudden, everyone in the bedroom nced at Maxwell with some different emotions in their


    gazes – there were some more traces of contempt and sarcasm. The way they looked at Maxwell was


    like they were looking at a chatan.


    “Mr. Absalom, we came all the way to treat the patient, not to handle with a hypocritical chatan. Even


    if I didn’t cure the patient’s disease, how can you use this kind of person to humiliate me?” The doctor


    who was grabbed by Maxwell pushed his hand away and rebuked in a stern voice.


    “Although I’m not as outstanding as the first-ss experts overseas, I’m not someone who can be


    bullied by others at will. If you don’t ept our medical diagnosis, we can just leave.” Another doctor


    looked at Maxwell coldly.


    “Please don’t leave. Mr. Absalom was just so anxious that he resorted to every possible means and


    found the wrong person…” The middle-aged man who was in suit was clutched by anxiety and smiled


    fawningly. He then turned around and ordered Maxwell coldly, “Hurry to get out. Without my or Mr.


    Absalom’s order, you’re not allowed to step into this bedroom!”


    “Are you sure?” Maxwell nced at the middle-aged man meaningfully.


    “Of course! Hurry up to get lost!” The crowd in the bedroom quieted down. The gazes falling on


    Maxwell and Greta were quite scornful after the middle-aged man in suit finally couldn’t bear it any


    longer and began to drive them out.


    The bedroom was prevailed by silence. Andreas, who was standing at a corner, gradually curled his


    lips into a cold smile when he saw this scene.


    “Yo, your trick is exposed. Now you continue to stay here and refuse to leave? ‘Follow the man you


    marry, be he fowl or cur’, you’re really a good practitioner of this old saying. You and your husband are


    really cheeky.” Allison sneered with sarcasm and humiliated them verbally.


    “Someone said he knew about medicine, didn’t he? He had never studied in a medical school and had


    just studied from a quack doctor for several days, yet he had the guts to swindle others. How


    hypocritical!” Cecilia nced at Maxwell and Greta and taunted.


    Greta was rooted on the floor. She finally couldn’t bear to hear Allison and Cecilia’s tant and


    targeted taunts and suddenly stood to her feet, turned around, held Maxwell’s hand and walked out of


    the bedroom.


    “It’s all your fault. If it’s not because you wanted to show off yourself, will we be theughing stock of


    those people there?” They went to the corridor and Greta shot a fierce re at Maxwell.


    Maxwell smiled embarrassedly and then asked meaningfully, “Ms. Greta, are youing back?”


    “Of course. Should I stay here and wait for them to taunt at me?” Greta asked coldly.


    Just as Maxwell and Greta walked out of the ultrarge luxurious vi, they saw a car galloping in their


    direction from afar and then slowly stopping by the roadside.


    The car door was opened and a thin-haired old man got off the car. He was in a white suit specially


    used when practicing Kungfu and it looked like he came here right after finishing practicing boxing.


    The old man noticed Maxwell as soon as he got off the car. He narrowed his eyes, took two


    consecutive steps forward towards Maxwell, and asked with uncertainty, “Lad, why do I feel so familiar


    with you…”


    Maxwell paused and curled his lips into a light smile, “You forget me?”


    The old man pped his own head andughed, “Oh, it’s you.”


    “You two… met before?” Greta was slightly stunned.


    “Of course. As I went to the wet market nearby every morning, I often saw him practicing Kungfu when


    I passed a park and would stop to have a chat with him.” Maxwell smiled, “Greta, youe back to the


    car first. I want to have a short talk with him. I’ll go find you soon.”


    Greta nced over Maxwell and the old man. She then nodded and walked elegantly towards the


    Maybach which was parked far away.


    “Hey, why are you here?” Maxwell asked.


    The old man produced a sheet of prescription from his pocket and replied, “One of my patients is


    suffering from an incurable disease. After having a diagnosis of himst time, I have been studied this


    at home. I found this prescription recently. So now I want to test its effect.”


    Maxwell slightly curled his lips as he nced over the prescription, “This prescription will not be


    helpful.”


    The old man smiled, “You know nothing. This prescription is left by my father. Do you know who my


    father is?”


    “Who?” Maxwell fixed his eyes on the old man with great interest.


    The old man’s kindly face flickered across a trace of pride, “When my father was alive, he was called


    ‘magical doctor in Ocean City’ by the public.”


    Maxwell looked at the old man with interest, “Magical doctor in Ocean City?”


    “Yep. My father once studied from a prestigious teacher and was proficient in medicine. It was as if he


    could bring the dying back to life and he had cured numerous difficult misceneous diseases…


    Nevertheless, three years ago, he passed away.” The old man slowly narrated, “Three years ago when


    he was dying, he told me about the only regret in his life - he once met a patient who was suffering


    from an incurable disease and that was the first time that he had failed to cure a disease. So he left this


    sheet of prescription…”


    The man looked upset, “I heard that it was not my father who created this prescription. He just wrote


    down it under the guidance of a master.”


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    “I’ve never imagined that the world is full of wonders. Now this patient is suffering from the same


    incurable disease.” The old man spoke slowly, “This may be my fate. Naturally I must save him at any


    cost! This is the mission of a doctor.”


    “You were practicing boxing in the park every day. But I haven’t expected that you’re from a doctors’


    family.” Maxwell chuckled and teased.


    “It’s all about the past. No need to mention it.” The old man waved his hand and walked towards the


    luxurious vi.


    A sound suddenly rumbled from behind the old man. It was Maxwell who stopped him, “This


    prescriptioncks of a kind of herbal medicine. Without this herbal medicine, this sheet of prescription


    is nothing more than a waste paper.”


    The old man paused and turned around to look at Maxwell, while theter still looked calm, as if he was


    talking about an ordinary thing.


    Maxwell walked over the old man and whispered several sentences. The old man was shocked as if he


    had been struck by lightning and was rooted on the spot.


    Maxwell’s words gave him a light bulb moment and he was suddenly enlightened. He looked at


    Maxwell gratefully and excitedly with traces of shock and respect in his eyes.


    When the old man finally pulled himself back to reality, Maxwell had left and was nowhere to be found.


    The old man turned around, shivered all over and ran towards the vi excitedly.


    Maxwell walked towards the Maybach which was parked by the roadside, pulled open the door and


    then boarded on the car.


    The engine started up with a roar and the car headed towards afar in a high speed…


    “What’s your rtionship with that old man?” Greta, who was sitting at the rear seat, asked a probing


    question while staring at Maxwell’s reflection in the rearview mirror.


    “We are just good friends who often have talks in the park.” Maxwell smiled awkwardly. Seeing that a


    trace of doubt shed across Greta’s beautiful eyes, Maxwell hastily patted his chest and promised.


    …


    In the luxurious vi, a servant carefully fed a bowl of herbal medicine soup to Lennon who was lying


    on the bed. The people in the bedroom all held their breaths. Especially Absalom, who was looking at


    Lennon seriously, uncontrobly had a flicker of hope in his eyes.


    Lennon suddenly trembled all over and opened his eyes while spitting out a mouthful of ck blood!


    “We seed.” The old man was quite excited and shivered all over!


    Lennon was spared from the death after spitting out this mouthful of ck blood.


    Lennon struggled to prop himself up from the bed with both hands and sat up slowly.


    “Dad.” The middle-aged man in suit shed tears of joy. Lennon actually became better than he was


    before!


    “Lennon, you really scared me to death.” Absalom heaved a sigh of relief while looking at Lennon who


    looked weak with a pale face and smiled helplessly.


    “Thank you. I, Michael Bole, will never forget your great kindness.” The middle-aged man turned


    around and kneeled down in front of the old man without hesitation.


    “Oh, don’t kneel down, I don’t deserve it.” The old man hastily waved his hands.


    “You’ve saved Lennon, so you deserve it.” Absalom said.


    “Get up first. It’s a long story. The actual savior is someone else.” The old man exined slowly.


    “Someone else? But it was you who served us the medicine soup, Mister. Since it was not you, who


    would be the one who actually saved my father?” Michael was stunned.


    “The prescription is passed down by my father. But there’s a deadly defeat in it. Without his help, this


    prescription wouldn’t work and your father might not be able to be saved.” The old man exined


    slowly, “So, he was the one who had helped a lot, and I was just the one who diagnosed the patient.”


    Lennon’s voice was still husky which showed that he was still weak, but it sounded better than before,


    “Thank you for saving my life. I, Lennon Bole, will never forget your kindness… Nevertheless, can you


    tell me whereabouts of the one that you mentioned…”


    “Please tell us his whereabouts.” Absalom nodded and wore an extremely respectful look.


    “He just walked out of here.” The old man suddenly remembered something, “Oh, there was a woman


    by his side. It was Ms. Greta.”


    The bedroom was overwhelmed by silence again and their gazes showed that they were so shocked.


    Andreas’ expressions changed dramatically and disbelief was written all over his face.