Chapter 82.

"Who said I can't do it? Fine. Then, who else can save

Granddad if not me?" Dustin growled. He realized that it was impossible

trying to reason with women using logic! "The only one who can save

Grandpa now is the incredible Dr. Ross Leister!" Dahlia answered with a

grim expression. "That's right! Matt's already gone to call the doctor.

If Dr. Leister agrees to help us, we can save Old Mr. Nicholson. There'll

be no need for a quack like you." "Dr. Ross Leister? Who's that?" Dustin

asked. "He's Dr. Cross' apprentice who specializes in treating rare

diseases. He's way better than you are!" Florence stated proudly. As soon

as the words left her mouth, two people entered the room. The first was

Matt. He was followed by a man in his 30s in a white coat and a pair of

glasses, with a haughty and pretentious expression on his face. "Matt!

Did you manage to get Dr. Leister?" Florence rushed over. "Of course!"

With a gentle smile, Matt introduced the man, "This is Dr. Leister." "So

you're Dr. Leister! What an honor!" "You're a talented doctor indeed, Dr.

Leister. You managed to become Dr. Cross' apprentice at such a young age.

How amazing!" "That's right! With Dr. Leister's help, Old Mr. Nicholson

will recover!" Everyone began singing praises at Ross, especially since

he was Dr. Rowan Cross' apprentice. They had to make a good impression in

case they needed his help in the future. "Honestly, I wouldn't have

bothered coming here if it weren't for Mr. Laney. After all, everyone who

asks me to treat them is either a high–ranking official, an aristocrat,

or a wealthy person," said the man in glasses. He raised his head,

peering down at everyone else in the room. "Of course! It's an honor to

have you here!" Florence and the others agreed, their faces showing signs

of flattery. The man in glasses soaked up the attention, pleased. "That's

enough. I'm a busy man, so let's not dilly–dally and get this over with.

Where's the patient?" "Over here!" Florence led the way to Henry's bed.

"Hmm…" The doctor nodded and proceeded to take Henry's pulse. "So it's

Havaska? Well, this might be slightly troublesome, but no big matter. A

bowl of hot medicine will do the trick." "Really? That's great!" Everyone

was overjoyed. As expected, they found the right man for the treatment.

"Doctor, aren't you mistaking something?" Dustin asked.

"What?" The man in glasses frowned and gave Dustin a look

over. "And who are you? How dare you question me!" "If it was Havaska, a

bowl of hot medicine would take care of it. However, what Granddad has

Isn't Havaska but the Flaming Frost Poison!" Dustin asserted. "What do

you mean Flaming Frost Poison? I've never even heard of it!" The man

glared at Dustin and asked, Who are you to criticize me?" "Dr. Leister,

this is a misunderstanding. This piece of trash knows nothing. Please pay

him no mind." Florence smiled at the man before turning to Dustin. "You

better stop running your mouth, Rhys! You'll be done for if you offend

Dr. Leister!" she snapped. "I'm just stating facts. If he hasn't even

heard of the poison, I have reason to question his skills," Dustin

replied, shaking his head. "Boy, do you have any idea who I am? How dare

you talk to me like that!" the man demanded furiously. "I heard that

you're Rowan Cross' apprentice. However, you've still got a long way to

go. If anyone's doing the treatment, it should be him," Dustin said

calmly. Henry's condition would only worsen if the man in glasses

provided treatment meant for Havaska. Naturally. Dustin doubted this

man's skills. "Hey! Are you done yet? Who do you think you are? What

makes you think you're worthy of asking for my mentor's help, you

fucker?" the doctor roared. "Dustin, Dr. Cross is away on a retreat and

isn't so easily invited. Even Dr. Leister doesn't dare disturb him," Matt

warned. "Mr. Laney! I came because you asked me personally. Yet instead

of thanking me, someone decides to question me. If this is the thanks I

get. I'm done treating this patient!" The man turned around to leave.

causing an instant frenzy in the room. "No! Please, Dr. Leister! This

idiot is speaking nonsense. Please don't get mad!" Florence pleaded,

pulling him back while she turned to curse at Dustin, "Rhys, shut the

fuck up! How dare you criticize Dr. Leister's way of treating patients.

Get out!" "That's right! Who the fuck are you to point fingers at Dr.

Leister?" "Dustin Rhys! How could you be so cruel? Are you going to drive

Dr. Leister away so that Old Mr. Nicholson dies?" Infuriated, everyone

began swearing at Dustin. A man like Dustin, who only cared about showing

off and had no regard for the lives of others, was disgusting! "Enough of

this nonsense. This punk is pissing me off. Throw him out, or I'm not

treating the patient any longer!" threatened the man. "Yes, of course!"

Florence apologized profusely. She turned to Dustin and spat, "Didn't you

hear what Dr. Leister said, Rhys? Get out of here!" "Yeah! Get out! Don't

worsen Old Mr. Nicholson's condition any further!" chimed the others.

"I'm just acting in Grandpa's best interest.

This person isn't trustworthy." Dustin tried to defend himself. "Shut

up!" Dahlia roared. "Dustin, it's fine if you don't have the skills, but

please don't make things worse. Get out right now!" "You don't believe me

either?" Dustin frowned. "You're a pathological liar, so why should I?"

Pointing at the door, Dahlia commanded, "Get out this instant. Don't

bother Dr. Leister!"