Chapter 446

At noon, Dustin sat in Ruth's car, and the two of them arrived at the Har

mon estate with ease.

As one of the Fabulous Five, the Harmon family's headquarters were luxuri

ous. It had a man–

made lake, a garden with artificial hills, farms, wineries, and numerous

magnificent villas.

Hundreds of guards patrolled the perimeters, and dozens of staff worked t

here, fully demonstrating the power

of an aristocratic family.

Staring at the garden, Dustin pondered about the annual family gathering

happening tomorrow.

"We're here."

The silver Bentley slowly pulled into the entrance of the main villa. As

soon as they got out of the car, they

spotted Jessica and two servants waiting for them at the entrance.

"You're here." Jessica gave Dustin a lock over and asked cooly, "Yesterda

y, you said that my husband was poisoned by mystic poison. Is that true?"

"You wouldn't have looked for me if it weren't," Dustin answered, making

Jessica narrow her eyes.

She would never have sought him out if her husband, Hector, hadn't succum

bed to the odd illness. Even the doctors in their family couldn't find th

e cause of the problem.

"Let me ask you again. Are you sure you can cure him?" Jessica asked agai

n.

"I'm not sure. That depends on the severity of his sickness. If it hasn't

progressed too far, it'll be easy to treat but it'll be

hard if it has." Dustin didn't promise her anything.

"Follow me." Jessica frowned and spun around to lead the way.

Dustin and Ruth quickly followed her, and they soon arrived at a ward ful

l of medical equipment. Many specialists were gathered there as they trie

d to come up with a treatment plan while Hector lay unconscious on the be

d. His once charming face had turned blue, and his lips had turned a shad

e of purple from the

powerful poison.

Dustin approached the bed and took Hector's pulse before checking his eye

s and mouth. He was

now sure that Hector had been poisoned by incredibly potent poison.

"Dustin, how's my dad? Can you treat him?" Ruth asked tentatively.

"It's a little tricky, but I can try." Dustin answered after thinking abo

ut it.

"Try?" Jessica frowned. "This is his life we're talking about, and you're

telling me you'll try? Are you joking?"

"Mrs. Harmon, this isn't any regular poison. We'll have to take a risk if

we want to save him." Dustin explained. With how serious Hector's condit

ion was, it'd be a miracle if they could even save his life.

"That's not what I want to hear! I want my husband to recover completely!

" Jessica hissed.

"She's right. If you can't do it, let us treat him."

Suddenly, a group of people entered the room. They were led by a chubby,

middle–aged man, followed by

Quentin and a voluptuous woman wearing a dress.

"What are you guys doing here. Trent?" Jessica was surprised.

The Harmon family had three brothers. The eldest was Trent Harmon, the mi

ddle was Jacob Harmon, and the youngest was Hector Harmon.

As the most capable brother, Hector ended up being the head of the family

.

"I heard Hector had fallen ill, so I sought out a famous international do

ctor. Trent gestured to someone behind him, and a blond man in a coat wal

ked forward, proudly carrying a case.

"This is Dr. Peter Shillingford." Trent introduced with a smile. "Dr. Pet

er is one of the best doctors in the world, and he's currently a professo

r

at Harvard Medical School. He's known for treating all sorts of illnesses

. I'm sure Hector will be safe now that he's here."

"A professor at Harvard?" Jessica's face lit up when she heard that. It w

as easy to imagine how excellent Peter's skills must be to be a professor

at the world's best medical school. There was no way the doctors in

their country could be better than him.

"What are you waiting for, Rhys? Step aside! There's no way your measly s

kills can compete with Dr. Peter." Trent sneered.

"I'm not underestimating him, but he won't be able to

treat this," Dustin replied calmly. The poison inside Hector was made up

of a combination of witchcraft and parasitic poison. No matter how advanc

ed Western.

medicine might be, there was no way the doctor would be able to treat thi

s.

"Humph! What a fool!" Quentin snapped. Just because you're a loser doesn'

t mean Dr. Peter is. Go away.

Don't delay Hector's treatment!"

"Jessica, what on earth were you thinking? How could you trust a quack do

ctor? What would you do if Hector ended up suffering side effects? Who wo

uld take the responsibility for that? Trent demanded, displeased.

"You're right." Jessica smiled sheepishly. She turned around and told Dus

tin, "Dustin, get out of Dr. Peter's

way."

"Mrs. Harmon, I promise I can save Mr. Harmon's life, but I can't say the

same for someone else." Dustin

warned.

"Don't tell me you think you're better than Dr. Peter. What a joke!" Quen

tin sniggered. "Dr. Peter is one of the best international professors of

medicine. How about you? You don't even have a medical license. What give

s you the courage to challenge Dr. Peter?"

"Things from overseas aren't necessarily better. Besides, traditional med

icine isn't inferior to modern medicine. * Dustin retorted.

"I've heard of traditional medicine before. It's the thing people use to

trick patients, isn't it?" Peter's smug voice rang cut. His intonation wa

sn't the best, but his words could still be heard clearly.

"You're right! I knew you'd be able to tell!" Quentin gave Peter a thumbs

–

up and smiled. "Modern medicine is the best. Traditional medicine is old

news by now. People only use it to trick others nowadays."

"I don't mind you looking down at me, but you shouldn't look down on trad

itional medicine. Ignorant people

like you don't even know

how powerful traditional medicine can be." Dustin narrowed his eyes.

"Why don't we have a small competition since you seem unconvinced?* Peter

smirked.

"How?" Dustin.

'See this patient right here? We'll come up with our own treatment plans.

Whoever treats him the quickest wins. The person who loses has to admit

that their nothing but a fraud and quit practicing medicine." Peter taunt

ed.

"Are you sure you want to put the stakes so high?" Dustin raised an eyebr

ow.

"Why? Are you afraid?" Peter leered. "I'll let this matter go if you admi

t that traditional medicine is merely a fraud."

"Afraid?" Dustin shook his head. "Well, I am slightly afraid that you mig

ht burst out crying."