StartNovelChapter 569
"Mr. Kaufman, hello." The blond-haired, blue-eyed man leading the group greeted Alfred in clumsy Culomian.
Behind him, the others were already unpacking their cases. They displayed cutting-edge medical equipment to
everyone in the living room.
Alfred nodded at Paul, while Jude, upon hearing the introduction, looked at Asher with newfound respect. It was
clear he had heard of Dr. Paul's reputation.
"Asher, you've really outdone yourself by managing to invite Mr. Smith!"
"I have sconnections with Mr. Smith," Asher replied with a grin. "So, when he cto Havaria for a
symposium, | convinced him to stop by Riverdale."
He beamed with pride and added, "With Mr. Smith here, Grandpa Alfred's illness is bound to be cured!"
"Well, that's quite the coincidence," Alfred said with a slight smile. "Jude also invited a doctor for me-a renowned
physician from Willow Creek Clinic." He glanced at Yolanda thoughtfully.
"This can be considered a collision between modern and traditional medicine, right?"
"Traditional medicine?" Asher raised an eyebrow. His eyes landed on Yolanda. Only then did he notice her
presence.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Grandpa Alfred, you're joking, right?"
His disdain was palpable as he looked Yolanda up and down. He didn't believe in so-called traditional medicine.
In his experience, practitioners were usually elderly men, who were well past their prime. He had never seen
someone so young in that role.
"This young lady is supposed to be a renowned physician?"
"Asher, Ms. Henderson saved my life," Jude interjected in a stern tone. "Don't judge a book by its cover!"
"Uncle Jude, you've been tricked," Asher sneered.
"Her? Treat an illness? Don't makelaugh! Traditional medicine is nothing but a scam. They use old stories to
mislead people. Aren't there enough cases of people getting hurt by it?"
He turned back to Alfred and continued, "Grandpa Alfred, | know you've struggled with heart disease for years,
but that doesn't mean you should just grasp at straws. The medical resources in Havaria are limited, and putting
your trust in traditional medicine? That's pure nonsense.
"And haven't you already seen all the best doctors in the country? Has your condition improved?"
Jude opened his mouth to respond but was at a loss for words. He couldn't immediately prove Yolanda's abilities
to Asher.
When he noted Jude's silence, Asher assumed it was a sign of guilt and beceven more dismissive. He turned
to Yolanda. His impatience was growing.
"You should leave now. Grandpa Alfred is kind-hearted and won't hold you accountable, but | can't stand people
who use traditional medicine to deceive others. If you keep spouting nonsense, don't blme for trying to
teach you a lesson!"
Asher wasn't the type to actually hit a woman, but he had no problem using threats to intimidate her.
Yolanda, who was unfazed by his arrogance, merely furrowed her brow. Instead of defending herself, she said
something completely unrelated. "How's the wig working for you?"
"What?"
Both Jude and Alfred were momentarily taken aback. They were unsure why Yolanda would say something so out
of the blue.
Asher, however, immediately turned red with anger and pointed at Yolanda.
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
Yolanda smiled calmly.
"You've been struggling with hair loss for a while now. Haven't you asked Mr. Smith if he could help with that?"
"How do you know..."
Asher's eyes narrowed, and his expression turned cold.
He had thought no one would notice.
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