Chapter 153: Chapter 153 - Are You Free Right Now, Young Master?

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Clarence did not know whether to laugh or cry. “Hit you?

“Why would I hit you?”

Armstrong still looked at Clarence warily. “What do you want to do, then?

“I gotta tell you, there’s a lot of people watching here. If you dare lay a hand on us, you’ll be charged with aggravated assault if anyone goes to the police station and testifies against you.”

Clarence smiled helplessly. “Peony, don’t you take black phoenix spatholobus pills regularly?”

“Yes, but what does that have to do with you?” Peony frowned.

Clarence explained grumpily, “Black phoenix spatholobus pills use a traditional medicine called suberect spatholobus stem, which has been proven to nourish blood and promote blood circulation. It works wonders for the elderly and stroke victims.

“Since this old man has just had a stroke, we don’t have any good medicine around at the moment. Your black phoenix spatholobus pill happens to work, though.”

It instantly dawned on Peony.

Then, she sneered. “Black phoenix spatholobus pills help to improve and nourish the skin. I only take it once a day. It’s from Treasure Origins in Beth City and goes for one thousand dollars a pill.

“I only managed to get my hands on it because I’m a VIP. Why should I give it to you?”

Everyone around them began to criticize Peony. “A life is at stake here. No matter how expensive your pills are, take one out and save him first.”

“Yes, is it some pills or a human life that matters more?”

“How could you do this? You almost killed this old man, yet now you won’t even give him the pills?”

“You’re way out of line. His son hasn’t even held you accountable yet.”

Several elderly men and women stepped forward to criticize her.

Peony glared at them. “What are you making a fuss about?

“The pill’s mine, and I won’t give it to you, no matter what.”

She folded her arms over her chest and put on a mean expression.

‘Doesn’t Clarence like to save people?

‘I won’t give him the pills. Let’s see how he can save the old man now.

‘What does it have to do with me whether the old man lives?’

Clarence frowned. “Peony, it’s a matter of life and death. You’d better give it to us.”

“No way!” Peony was being unreasonable.

The old man’s son rushed over and played his trump card, grabbing Peony by the collar and raising his fist to hit her. “Are you going to give us the pills or not?”

“Ahh...”

Trembling with fear, Peony took a small glass vial out of her pocket. “Here you go. Here you go!”

Once getting hold of the glass vial, the man let Peony go and ran back to Clarence. “Doctor, how many should he take?”

“Three,” Clarence said flatly.

“Okay.”

Without further ado, the man promptly poured three black phoenix spatholobus pills out of the glass vial. Feeling her heart ache at the sight, Peony screamed, “You’re giving him three pills in one sitting. Can’t you save some?

“It’s one thousand dollars each.

“You’re wasting it. What a waste.”

The man was relieved that his father had gotten a little better after taking the black phoenix spatholobus pills.

However, as soon as he heard what Peony said, he slammed the small glass vial into the ground.

Bang...

The small glass vial burst open, and a dozen black phoenix spatholobus pills rolled out.

The man lunged forward and stomped on all of the black phoenix spatholobus pills. “This is for all the shouting.

“You almost killed my dad. If you dare talk nonsense again, I’ll cut your tongue out.”

Crimson with fear, Peony hid behind Armstrong.

The old man’s condition had greatly improved, and his face was now turning back to normal.

Clarence checked on him again and did not find anything wrong. “He’s alright now. Just be careful from now on.

“I’ve helped your dad solve his stroke problem, but I can’t cure senile dementia. It’s medically known as Alzheimer’s disease. Most elderly people will suffer from this disease. It’s caused by a decline in their nerves and memory.

“Spend more time with your dad, and his senile dementia will worsen at a slower rate.”

“Thank you, Doctor. Thank you, Doctor!” The married couple was grateful.

Peony pursed her lips with disdain. ‘Tsk! It was my black phoenix spatholobus pills that worked.

“If it weren’t for my pills, would your father be alright now?”

The man turned back and stared at Peony coldly, and she immediately flinched.

The man looked at Clarence. “Doctor, I’ll take my dad home first. Where’s your clinic?

“I’ll go there tomorrow to thank you.”

“My clinic is called Thirteen Hall.”

Clarence chuckled. He did not miss an opportunity to advertise the clinic.

“You don’t have to thank me. It’s a doctor’s job to save lives.”

“Thirteen Hall?”

Many of the old men and women present now had the name Thirteen Hall stuck firmly into their minds.

They thought that they should go to Thirteen Hall the next time they were sick.

The young doctor was more reliable than that honorary associate professor of some Alternative Medicine Association.

The couple helped the old man away, and the crowd of onlookers also went home.

Armstrong and Peony disappeared, fearing that the married couple would give them trouble.

“Miranda, come pick us up. We’re in Central Park.” Peony hid by the roadside as she called Miranda.

From the other side, Cecilia walked over, laughing. She stood a few meters away, looking at Clarence tenderly. “Master, what you did just now was very impressive.

“I saw their eyes sparkling. Maybe they’re thinking about introducing their unmarried granddaughters to you.

“You didn’t only save people, but you might also get lucky in romance.”

Clarence touched his nose and smiled playfully. “Really? That would be wonderful.

“I’d like to meet some young girls. Maybe one of them can become my wife.”

“What? How dare you!” Cecilia stomped her foot and glared at Clarence.

She had apparently already gifted Clarence the title of being her man.

Clarence chuckled. “Cecilia, how did you know that I wouldn’t dare?”

Cecilia grabbed Clarence by the ear. “I’ll rip your ear off if you dare find another woman.”

“And I’ll bite off that thing of yours.”

Cecilia bit the air.

For some reason, Clarence felt a chill in his crotch. “Cecilia, that’s not fair.”

“Teehee, then don’t look for other women. Just spend your life with me.” Cecilia giggled, her eyes curving into crescents. She grabbed Clarence’s arm. “From now on, you’ll be the miracle doctor, and I’ll be the good wife that helps you run your clinic.”

She laid her head on him.

Just then, a bright red mini BMW pulled up to the roadside near the park.

“Miranda, you’re finally here.” Peony yanked the door open and rushed in.

Miranda looked at her bruised parents in surprise. “Mom, Dad, what happened to you?

“Why do you look like you’ve been beaten up?”

Armstrong snapped, “Let’s not talk about it. It’s all that little loser Clarence’s fault.”

“Clarence? What’s going on?” Miranda frowned.

Peony snorted coldly. “Who else would it be?

“An old man had a stroke just now. I treated him out of kindness. Who knew that the old man was also suffering from food poisoning, aside from a stroke?

“Clarence set me up and almost got me sued for killing someone.

“I’m fine now, but it’s too bad about my black phoenix spatholobus pills.”

Miranda frowned and asked, “Where’s Clarence?”

Peony pointed to the park square, which was not too far away. “Right over there.”

Miranda looked over and saw Cecilia leaning on Clarence’s arm and smiling happily under a streetlamp.

Miranda’s pretty face darkened instantly, and she stepped on the gas pedal.

Peony and Armstrong, who were sitting in the back, almost fell.

“Ahh...”

“Miranda, why are you driving so fast?”

As soon as Miranda left, Clarence’s new phone rang. “Are you free right now, Young Master? I want to see you about something.”

“Emmett?” Clarence froze.