Chapter 209 Tyrone, who was pale and unconscious, lay on the bed in a spacious room in the
Tinsleysâ house.
Several old men in their 50s and 60s surrounded the bed, all of them famous doctors from across
the country. âDr. Larson, have you managed to figure out what's wrong?â An old man in his 50s
looked at another old man. âForgive my incapability. I donât understand why Mr. Tinsley Sr. has
weakened all of a sudden either.â
The old man addressed as Dr. Larson shook his head with a bitter chuckle. This trip to Skyriv felt
traumatic to him. First, his hand had almost slipped in Clouspring, and now he was powerless to
help Tyrone here in Skyspring. Dr. Larson was Joaquin Larson, the celebrated doctor of Metrocity
who had gone to Clouspring to treat Yulene previously! Two nights ago, he was supposed to have a
meal at Shengville Hotel with Kayson, but the latter had left first because Lincoln had targeted Sadie
and her family. He had planned to go back to Metrocity as well and had come to Skyspring on the
way to meet a few friends for old time's sake.
It was a coincidence that he had run into Tyroneâs health crisis and had been invited over. It was just
that Tyrone's issue was a tricky one. Despite his extensive experience and knowledge, he had no
idea what kind of illness the old man had contracted.
A girl in a pleated skirt dashed into the room. âGrandpa!â The girl had rosy cheeks and wet, shiny
eyes. Her cherry lips quivered, making her look pitiful. This was Tyroneâs granddaughter and
Jeremy's daughter, Shyla Tinsley. The moment she had heard that her grandfather had collapsed,
she had left school and rushed back despite the hour â long journey it had taken to get to the area.
Shyla sobbed upon seeing Tyrone lie on the bed looking pale as a sheet. âPlease save my
grandpal!âJoaquin, who saw that she was about to get on her knees, stopped her and sighed.â
Sweetheart, it's not that we donât want to. What we can do is limited.â Despair struck Shyla as she
sobbed. âYou're the best doctor in Metrocity. Can't you do anything?âHer grandfather was the best
person to her in this world. She could not accept losing him so suddenly. Joaquin sighed. âI'm sorry.
I've really done my best...â Jeremy entered the room upon finishing a call. âDad...â Shyla was teary-
eyed.
Jeremy told her solemnly, âDonât worry. Your grandpa has one last chance.â âReally?â A glimmer of
hope sparked in Shylaâ's wet eyes. The other prominent doctors looked surprised, and one of them
said, âSince even Dr. Larson can't help... did you manage to get the Living Reaper, Mr.
Tinsley?âJeremy chuckled dryly. âThose who are close to him can barely find him given how elusive
he is. Besides, is it only me?âI asked another miracle doctor to come. He's coincidentally in
Skyspring, so I'd like to make one last attempt.â
The old doctor sighed. âI'm not trying to discourage you, but it seems that anyone would be trying
in vain unless the Living Reaper himself came.âIt was grating to the ears, but it was the truth.
Joaquin stayed silent, but his mind went to the young Dr. Yarde in Clouspring. Shyla asked worriedly,
âDad, is there hope that this person you mentioned can help?â âI don't know.â Jeremy looked grim.
âI'm betting on it.â Shyla widened her eyes. âDad, you didn't get some illegitimate doctor, did you?
Grandpa can hardly go through anything harsh now.ââHeâs not like that. At the very least, his skill is
higher than the skill of Clouspringâs Zachary Ewell. He's the one who helped when your grandfather
fell ill last time,â Jeremy replied. That placated Shyla a little, but she was still worried and skeptical.
After all, Joaquin was the third-best doctor and even he was powerless! Over half an hour later, their
home helper came upstairs.