They don't recognize a gem

Chapter-62

"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!"

Dustin was speechless as he faced the cold loo on Dahlia's face and a rightfully angry crowd. Eventually, after a few minutes of silence, he exited the ward. He knew no one would believe him no matter what he said.

"Humph! He should've left hours ago! What a nuisance!"

"I know! He has no awareness at all!"

The crowd insulted and criticized Dustin as he left the room.

Florence smiled and said, "Dr. Leister, that ignorant bastard is gone. Please calm down."

"Ross, can you let it go this time, for my sake? Curing the patient is an urgent matter. I'll repay you greatly for "this!" Matt chimed in.

"How could I ignore your offer, Mr. Laney? But this will only happen once. I won't let it go next time!" warned. the doctor with glasses.

"Of course! Most definitely!"

The crowd nodded and looked at Matt gratefully.

"How maddening! That useless bastard Dustin only knows how to make things worse. Mr. Laney is the only person who could save the situation," thought Florence.

"Alright, go fetch me some medicine." The glasses–clad man did not waste another second. He wrote down the prescription and tossed it to Florence. Without a moment's hesitation, she rushed to follow his instructions. Luckily, she was in a hospital, and the medicine was easy to find.

In less than an hour, the medicine was ready.

"Did someone doubt my abilities earlier? I'll show them how it's done!" The doctor called for the crowd's attention before he poured the medicine into Henry's mouth. As the treatment flowed to his stomach, his face quickly regained color. He felt his frozen limbs warm up. Even his previously weak breathing had improved.

Seeing this, the crowd praised the doctor. "It's working! It's working! His face is getting better!"

"Dr. Leister, you're incredible! You were able to cure him with just some medicine. How miraculous!"

"Now that's Dr. Cross' best apprentice! Those medical skills of yours are superb! You're probably better than your master at this point!"

The crowd's expressions brightened as they started cheering.

"Although I'm not on the same level as my master, I've probably gained 70% to 80% of his skills. No illness will be able to defeat me!" Ross boasted.

"That's right! Dr. Leister's medical skills are beyond praise!" Florence complimented, smiling at him.

"Too bad that guy isn't here. Otherwise, I'd show him what a great doctor looks like!" The doctor smiled proudly. However, as he finished his sentence, there was a sudden turn of events.

Henry's face flushed red. Beads of sweat started to form on his forehead. His skin started burning as if he had a high fever.

"Ugh!" Henry sat up and coughed up blood. He fell backward and he fainted again.

The crowd was shocked at the scene. "What happened? Wasn't he cured? Why did he cough up blood suddenly?" thought the onlookers.

"Doctor, what… what happened?" Dahlia asked as her face turned pale with shock.

"Oh heavens! He coughed up so much blood. Could he be dead?" The color drained from Florence's face.

"That shouldn't happen. I followed all the procedures. How could this be?" questioned the doctor, also "puzzled. "There was no way the cure could be wrong. Why would the patient cough up blood?" he wondered.

"Please think of another way, doctor! My grandfather is dying!" Dahlia was in a panic.

Henry had lost all signs of life. Blood continued to flow from his nose. It was clear that his situation was worse than before.