Chapter 65.

Dustin's words took everyone by surprise. No one had

expected him to be so audacious as to disregard them. "You brat! Are you

even hearing yourself?" Duane's jaws were tightly clenched and his

expression was slightly distorted from the anguish. He was a person of

prestige in South City, much less a small place like Swinton. And now,

this little scoundrel dared speak to him like that? How impudent! "I know

very well what I'm saying. You, however, do not seem to fathom the

severity of the situation at hand. I am the only one who can help with

your condition," Dustin spelled out coldly. "You rascal! Don't go around

thinking that you're some miracle worker just because you've got some

medical tricks up your sleeves! You better know what's best for you

before I lose my temper!" Duane bellowed. "That's right! I'll break your

face if you don't cure my boss!" Duane's bodyguard threatened. "You'll

break my face? I'd like to see you try." Dustin sneered. "I guess this

one wouldn't be afraid until death stares him in the face!" The bodyguard

was angered. He took a step forward and threw a punch at Dustin's face.

His fist was on the target, and it came on fast. It was evident that he

was a skilled fighter. Before the punch made contact with his face,

Dustin grunted and gave the bodyguard such a strong slap that it sent him

sprawling backward. The bodyguard did not even have the chance to make a

sound as he passed out on the spot, face disfigured. Duane's face fell.

It never occurred to him that Dustin was proficient in martial arts too.

"What's the matter?" Natasha came strolling in at her own pace, looking

haughty and carrying an air of authority. Even without knowing what was

going on, she instinctively stood by Dustin. "Natasha! This insolent

rascal not only refused to heal me, he even beat my man up! Tell me, how

do you think. this should be handled?" Duane asked with hostility. "Uncle

Duane, I believe Dustin would not have attacked your man without being

provoked. That being the case, your man brought it upon himself!" Natasha

responded firmly. Duane's brows furrowed. "So, you're adamant about

taking his side?" "Of course!" Natasha lifted her chin. "Dustin is my

friend. If you have any problem with him, you may come to me." "Hmph!

You're turning against me for an outsider? Have you considered how you're

going to tell your parents about this?" Duane roared. "That's not

something you should worry about, Uncle Duane. I'll deal with them

myself."Natasha then continued stonily, "But you, Uncle Duane, look like

you're in serious pain. I think you'd better seek help. Don't wait till

it gets any worse." "You! Very well! Let's go!" After giving them a

spiteful glare, Duane left in a huff. Natasha's reaction was not

what he expected. But considering her status, he

had no intention of crossing her, so he had no choice but to walk away.

"Will you be in any sort of trouble for helping me out?" Dustin asked.

Though he was not intimidated by Duane. he was still grateful to Natasha.

"Trouble?" Natasha chuckled. "Well, they used to call me Black Widow.

Venomous and deadly, apparently. What's this trivial matter got on me?"

"Well, isn't that phenomenal?" Dustin raised a brow. "But of course! Are

you interested in finding out?" "Finding out? How?" Natasha chuckled yet

again. With a sultry grin, she leaned into Dustin and whispered into his

ear. "Come over to my room tonight. I'll show you." And then, she pulled

away, biting her lower lip. That was no mistaking it for anything but

seduction. Dustin kept quiet and pretended not to hear her. His eyelid

twitched. This woman was really something. seducing him in broad

daylight. Meanwhile, Duane's chest was hurting so much that he rushed to

the hospital as quickly as he could. "Quick! Get a doctor!" Following

Duane's bodyguard's rude barks, a group of doctors rushed to the

emergency ward to tend to him. However, after going through a series of

tests, the doctors came to the astonishing conclusion that there was

absolutely nothing wrong with Duane. He was perfectly fine. "Sir, are you

sure that you are experiencing pain in your chest?" a doctor asked. "Why

the fuck would I be lying about it?" Duane replied none too kindly. "Fuck

it! I'm so close to spasming from the damned pain! Why would I be lying?"

he thought. "Well, the thing is, we are unable to diagnose the issue. Why

don't you get a consultation from another hospital?" "You bunch of

worthless morons!" Duane left after spewing profanities. Without a moment

to waste, he hurried to two other renowned hospitals. Still, their

conclusions were the same: He was perfectly healthy and nothing was wrong

with him. "How could this be?" Duane grabbed at his chest, pale–faced

with sweat running down his face. The worst part was that the pain was

intensifying as time went on. It was as though he would never see the end

of it. He had been practicing martial arts for many, many years, and he

believed himself to be tough and resilient. But the excruciating pain he

was going through was simply intolerable. He thought that he might lose

his mind if it carried on any longer. "Sir, even the hospitals can't

help. What do we do now?" Seeing Duane in so much pain, his bodyguards

were at a loss. "Could it be possible that the rascal is the only one who

can help me?" Recalling Dustin's words, Duane gritted his teeth.

Ultimately, he had no choice but to give in. "Head to Peaceful Medical

Centre. Get that rascal to help." Duane's men dared not

question his decision. They immediately sent him back to Peaceful Medical

Centre. This time around, they lost all the contempt and arrogance they

had before. "Well, if it isn't Uncle Duane? What's got you coming back so

soon?" Natasha, who had been biding her time, rose to greet him with a

smile. "Natasha, I acted rashly and said some rubbish earlier on. Please

don't take it to heart. Can you please get Dustin to help me?" Duane

tried to put on a smile. "Uncle Duane, there's no use telling me that.

It'd be better for you to say it to Dustin." Natasha gestured at Dustin

behind her. He was reading leisurely, taking no heed of the few men who

had just entered. Duane cleared his throat before starting, "Hey, Rhys,

I'm really sorry. I was in such agony that I was rash with my words and

offended you. Please do not mind me. I'm really sorry, I apologize."

Duane chose to yield to him. Seeing that Dustin was ignoring him, he

offered, "Hey, if you help me, you can have your pick out of my

collection of treasured herbs." Dustin finally lifted his head when he

heard that.