Chapter 66: Chapter 66



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Jon, who didn’t dare to look down on him, replied, “Okay!”.

Before leaving, he looked at Nora and said, “You’re still young, so you should think a little more about some things. Mr. Smith, let’s not waste any more time and hurry up.”

After Jon and Tina left, the people around them began to gather around Nora.

“So you’re Yvette Anderson’s daughter? Becoming Jon’s student is a great opportunity. Don’t pass it up.”

“She’s still young, but Simon, you’d better be sensible! Look at Tina; after becoming a student of Mr. Myers, she became an attending physician at Finest Hospital. She also became much better known…”

Amidst everyone’s persuasion, Nora, however, merely looked in the direction in which Joel and the others went.

Ian Smith was dying…

Should she go take a look?

However, when she thought about what Joel had just said, she abandoned the idea.

It didn’t matter. Everyone had their own destiny.

The conference ended with a perfect conclusion for the Andersons. All the merchandise piled up in their warehouse was sold. In addition, with the Rest Pills, Harmonia Pharmacy’s position in the traditional medicine industry also stabilized somewhat.

At least, when they left, others no longer looked at them disparagingly as they had in the beginning.

Only when he saw that the Andersons had left did Justin look over at Sean, who had already pulled out his spare cell phone, logged into the email account and opened the email from a moment ago.

The photo, however, was of a baby who had just turned one month old.

Honestly, all newborn babies look pretty much the same. However, the baby in the photo looked soft and chubby, it was obvious that he had very attractive facial features.

Justin suddenly thought of Pete as a baby. Due to his poor health, he had been nothing more than skin and bones….

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At the Andersons.

After Nora and the others walked through the door, the whole family sat down on the living room couch.

Simon had just answered a call from his daughter. He said excitedly, “Sherry says they’ve already produced 50 pills based on the formula! The formula works! We really can mass produce the Rest Pills.”

Melissa looked at Sheena, who hadn’t said anything since she came in. She said, “It looks like Yvette did improve the formula and even had Nora bring it in. It just goes to show that even though she had left home, she hadn’t forgotten about the Andersons…”

Sheena’s complexion was dull and ashen. Her lips were pursed and she felt dejected.

Simon, who hadn’t noticed anything, asked, “Nora, are you really not going to study with Jon?”

Nora replied, “No.”

After thinking for a while, Simon said, “I know it’s because Jon was making things difficult for us that you…”

“There is no need to discuss this any further. I’m not interested in learning traditional medicine from him,” said Nora, who interrupted her uncle right away.

Sheena frowned. “What are you interested in, then?”

Nora raised an eyebrow and was quiet for a while.

At once, Sheena couldn’t help but reprimand her. “I hear you’re a surgeon? Do you have a medical license? What university did you graduate from? What hospital do you work at? Are you a doctor specializing in the outpatient service or a general practitioner?”

Nora replied, “…I work on my own.”

“Do you work on your own? In that case, how many operations can you do in a month? Why don’t you train in the hospital for a few years, since you’re so young?”

Melissa tugged on Sheena’s sleeve. “Sheena, don’t say anything else for now.”

However, Sheena tugged on her sleeve and said, “So, you want me to apologize to your mother? Okay. I will. I shouldn’t have said that about sister! But Nora, as your aunt, there’s something I have to say!

Your mother had a reputation as a very talented young woman in New York at the time, but you grew up somewhere else. The way you’re incapable of anything damages your mother’s reputation! That’s something I absolutely will not allow.”

“…”

Nora felt that this Second Aunt of hers took reputation and such things too seriously.

She got up and went upstairs. “I’ll go take a look at what Cherry is doing.”

Sheena was immediately annoyed. “You…”

Melissa grabbed her hand and said, “She just got back, Sheena. Give her some time to adjust. Don’t worry, even if you don’t bring it up, I’ll do my best to get Nora ready!”

Nora, “…”

She really didn’t need to.

She went upstairs, entered her bedroom and immediately heard Cherry in the middle of her games.

“Chesty, come on! I’ve found someone who’s lonely!”

A voice rang out over the voice chat, “I’m coming! I’m coming!”

Then, Cherry let out an exclamation of surprise and said, “No, there’s not just one person, but two! Ah, there’s one… Two more in the bushes! Chesty, there are four players away from your team!”

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“Come on! Why are you running away, Chesty? Why are you so lousy?!”

“… Cherry, they have four people on their side while we are only two. Are you sure all four of them are away from their team?”

“Why are you chickening out, I can beat five of them by myself! Are you a man or not!”

“I’m your uncle!”

“Oh, those who didn’t know would have thought you were my aunt instead!”

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Seeing that Cherry was engrossed in her game, Nora reminded her to pay attention to the time and went to take a bath.

Cherry blinked her big, pretty eyes, stared at her cell phone. “Chesty, Mom’s back, so I’ll have to disconnect soon! Are you still broadcasting the game?”.

Chester replied, “Yes, I am. The viewers of my live stream are asking for you to start live streaming too.”

Cherry was very interested when she heard what he said. She asked, “Will anyone watch if I live stream?”.

Chester replied, “Of course! I’m a top streamer with millions of fans. When we challenge the rankings with our two-person team, you’re sure to have a lot of viewers!”

“Okie-Dokie!” Cherry said, “I’ll start a live stream tomorrow! What do I have to prepare?”

Chester asked, “Do you have a computer at home? You’ll have to buy a good camera, preferably one that comes with a beautification feature!”

“No problem!”

The two goofballs chatted happily. Cherry even smiled happily as she dreamed of becoming a little star.

Once she started live broadcasting, would it mean she could give history trivia and even do poetry recitals on her live broadcast and let everyone see how genius and beautiful she was?

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The Smith residence was located near New York’s Third Avenue.

The interior decor of the mansion was understated and exuded elegance in every detail.

Several servants were busily going about their tasks, but they made no noise. It was evident that they were well trained.

All the members of the Smiths were gathered outside the door of the master bedroom. They sat on the leather couch and anxiously watched the bedroom door.

In the bedroom, a large, tall man was lying on a large gray bed.

Although he was almost fifty years old, Ian did not look his age at all. Other than the fact that he was unusually pale, he looked to be in his thirties.

Although his eyes were closed and he was unconscious at the time, his features exuded the elegance and sobriety of a man who had enjoyed high social standing for a long time.

If one looked closely, one realized that Nora and Ian had very similar lip shapes.

A solemn Jon checked his vitals gravely while Tina stood erect and carefully assessed the lavish décor around her.

Even at his current level, Jon was no more than a big shot in the circle of traditional medicine. To the real top-notch wealthy families, like the Smiths, he was no more than a doctor with a little more skill than most. Their status and the amount of power each wielded were not comparable at all.

Joel had a worried look on his face. When he saw that Jon had finished the checkup, he asked anxiously, “How’s my uncle?”

Jon frowned and replied, “Mr. Smith has no will to live, so there is nothing that can cure him. Please arrange his funeral.”

Joel’s expression changed dramatically. “Is there really no other way, Mr. Myers?”

Jon replied, “There may be someone who can do something about it.”

Joel anxiously asked, “Who is it?”

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