Unrivaled Dragon Lord

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

cardiovascular and cerebrovascular 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 blandly.

“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 villages 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 glanced 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 charlatan.

“Mr. Absalom, we came all the way to treat the patient, not to handle with a hypocritical charlatan. 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-class experts overseas, I’m not someone who can be

bullied by others at will. If you don’t accept 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 glanced 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 glanced at Maxwell and Greta and taunted.

Greta was rooted on the floor. She finally couldn’t bear to hear Allison and Cecilia’s blatant 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 the laughing stock of

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

Maxwell smiled embarrassedly and then asked meaningfully, “Ms. Greta, are you coming 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 ultra-large luxurious villa, 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 slapped his own head and laughed, “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, you come back to the

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

Greta glanced 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 him last 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 glanced 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 miscellaneous 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.”

“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 villa.

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

prescription lacks 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 the later 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 villa 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 relationship 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 flashed across Greta’s beautiful eyes, Maxwell hastily patted his chest and promised.

…

In the luxurious villa, a servant carefully fed a bowl of herbal medicine soup to Lennon who was lying Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

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

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

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

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

Lennon was spared from the death after spitting out this mouthful of black 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 explained 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 explained

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.