Chapter 121
Summon Of The Sword
If not for having to go with a cleaner image, Charles would still have preferred to dress up like a gangster, wearing a big gold necklace and gold watch.
Sean and Charles were sitting in the huge luxuriouslyâdecorated private room right now.
A row of beautiful waitresses stood beside them.
All these beauties, with their good looks, were definitely goddesses sought after by countless people in the outside world.
However, they were all respectful here. They stood and obediently waited for instructions from Sean and Charles to come at any minute, just like a servant. âMr. Larson isnât around?â Sean asked as he frowned slightly and looked at Charles.
âAhem, Mr. Lennon...
Charles let out a light cough and said, âActually, Iâm the one who needs some help from you today.
âMr. Larson has something heâs busy with, so he didnât come over...â
After hearing what Charles had said, Sean took a look at him before slowly looking away.
He already knew what Charles was talking about. âGo ahead, Iâm in a hurry.â Sean took a sip from his teacup. Charles immediately turned his head and said to the group of waitresses, âYou guys, please leave for now.â
âYes, sir!â
The group of beautiful waitresses immediately bowed and left the private room. 1 Soon, only Charles and Sean were left in the private room.
Charlesâs bodyguards also stood outside the door and waited.
âMr. Lennon, Iâll just get straight to the point. âI heard Mr. Larson say that your medical skills are amazing and that you could be called a miracle doctor!
âSo, I have something to ask for your help with...â
Charles puiled a chair and sat nearer to Sean.
Sean frowned slightly.
âThis Homer is a bit too talkative,â Sean thought to himself.
He did not really want to be a doctor who treated people.
Sean did not have the ambition to take up training to be a doctor, fueled by a noble desire to save lives.
Everyone had a cross to bear. Life and death depended on oneâs destiny. He would not be the kind of person who said yes to everything. Therefore, it looked like he would have to make sure that Homer was more tightâlipped in the future.
However, it was not good to leave now since he had already sat down here.
âMr. Lennon, my body...â Charles said in a very polite and humble tone.
âMr. Larsonâs words might not be true.â Sean casually refused before Charles could even finish speaking. A trace of anger flickered in the depths of Charlesâ eyes when he heard this. If not for Homer guaranteeing that only Sean would be able to treat his disease, Charles would never be so polite to Sean, considering his identity. However, he could only bite the bullet and maintain a humble attitude once he thought about his disease again. âMr. Lennon, please take a look before you say anything.
Whatâs wrong with my body? âIâm not sure if youâll be able to tell...â Charles suppressed his temper and reached out to unbutton his shirt, exposing his chest. There were some brownishâred papules with faint black marks on it. Sean withdrew his gaze after a glance at Charlesâs chest.
He had already had some guesses in mind before.
The visual imagery was just to confirm the judgment he had already settled on.
âMr. Lennon, you might not be able to tell just by looking at them. âIâll be straightforward then, actually...â Charles immediately began to speak when he saw Sean retract his gaze. âSecondary stage of syphilis, about to enter the tertiary stage.â However, Sean cut Charlie off lightly before he could finish speaking.
âHiss!â
Charlesâs expression grew stiff as his eyes suddenly widened.
âThis Sean really is... Really is a miracle doctor!â Charles thought to himself.