James Coneyâs name was well known in California. So when security heard it and saw
how the other doctors in the room werenât making any moves, they didnât take any
further action either.
As for James, he suddenly grabbed Alexâs hand. âAlex, this old manâs life wonât last
long, and I will probably die soon.
Before I go, can I ask you for a promise?â
Alex was startled. âGrandpa, you wonât die.â
James ignored his words, clinging onto him. âYou have to promise me, otherwise I wonât
be able to go in peace.â
Alex studied his complexion carefully, and was convinced that he hadnât made any
mistake. He said helplessly, âGrandpa, you really wonât be dying.
I guarantee it.â
Who would have thought that James would ignore him again and shouted, âI wonât go in
peace, if you donât promise me! I wonât be able to go in peace!â
Cheryl felt her heart break when she watched the scene in front of her. âAlex, just
promise him!â
Alex was dismayed. âI donât even know what it is!â
James continued to yell, âPromise me, just promise me first. If you donât, I wonât be able
to go in peace.â
Alex felt a pounding headache coming. âFine, fine. I promise you. What is it?â
âAs a man, once he gives his word, the promise must be kept. You would be considered
untrustworthy if you go back on your word.â
James suddenly seemed to have recovered
as he looked at Alex with a piercing gaze.
âGrandpa, what in the world is the matter with you?â Even Cheryl was confused by his
actions.
âItâs simple. I want you to be his wife.â Jamesâ face turned sly.
âWhat?!
Grandpa⦠Why are you being like this? In such a moment too?!â Cherylâs face
flushed red, embarrassed.
Alex shook his head. âGrandpa, I can agree to anything else but this. I really canât do it, I
already have a wife. I will never divorce her.â
His words pierced Cherylâs heart and made her a little sad.
James persisted.
âThen, how about a mistress?â
Everyone present was shocked. James had a great reputation and Cheryl was beautiful
and voluptuous. Many men would want to be Jamesâ grandson-in-law, but this old man
wanted his granddaughter to be someoneâs mistress?!
Had he completely lost his mind?
They didnâ t know that James had been so impressed by Alexâs medical skills to the
point that the latter became akin to a god in his eyes. He wouldnât have behaved in this
way if Alex had only taught him the Thirteen Acupunctures of Hell. When his soul had
left his body, he personally witnessed firsthand Alex grabbing his soul and forcefully
pushing it back into his body at the last moment.
With such medical skills, he could only be described as a miracle doctor.
How could he let go of such a man that was impossible to be found anywhere else?
Moreover, because of her father, Cheryl had always found men repulsive. However,
Alex was the first man she had willingly accepted and even proactively approached.
James may be old, but his eyes could clearly see that letting his granddaughter be his
mistress would make her happier than being the wife of another man.
âAlright, alright!â
Andrew couldnât stand to it anymore. âWe can talk about your family
affairs later. A patient regaining consciousness is normal anyway. It has nothing to do
with your witch doctor trickery. Didnât you say that you could make it so that he would be
healthy and able to be up and about in half an hour? Itâs already been ten minutes, but
both his legs are still broken. I wonder how he will end up as you predicted?â
The others also couldnât help but burst out laughing. To have a patient with broken legs
be up and about, it was truly an idiotic thought.
Alex rolled his eyes. âAnd what if I prove it?â
Andrew waved his fist and sneered. âIf you can do it, then Iâll worship you as my
teacher.â
Alex shook his head. âYour qualifications are too low, and youâre too old. I wouldnât even
give you a second look.â
Andrew didnât get it. âWhat does he mean?â
A nurse replied, âHe means that youâre not qualified to be his disciple, Mr. Andrew.â
âWhat? Preposterous!â
Alex said, âFine, how about this. You will publish an article in your professional Swiss
medical journals within your capacity, admitting that traditional medicine is not inferior to
your Western medicine but that the formerâs even better than the latter. Howâs that?â
âHah, fine. I wonât lose anyway. If you lose, then letâs have Mr. James Coney admit that
traditional medicine is just a sham.â
Cherylâs face contorted, but James agreed readily. âFine, I agree!â
He had his utmost faith in Alexâs medical skills.
Alex nodded, then tore off Jamesâ clothes and said, âAlright, then feast your eyes,
Western doctor, on the subtle wonders of my traditional medicine skills which are a
hundred times better than your Western medicine.â