Kennedy Motley and Noel Fox were more skeptical than anything else, but since this young man was recommended by Arthur Wilde, they refrained from saying anything directly.
“His name is Leo, skilled in the ways of traditional Chinese medicine, with extraordinary medical expertise. Any ailments you have, as long as Leo lends a hand, they will definitely be resolved.”
“Mr. Wilde, you flatter me,” Leo modestly replied.
Just then, a middle-aged man in a white coat entered, accompanied by two assistants.
Coral whispered to Leo, “This is Grandpa Emmanuel’s personal doctor.”
Emmanuel glanced at the incoming doctor and chuckled, “Arthur, I trust your judgment. Leo, would you kindly examine me?”
Leo sensed the implication in Emmanuel’s words. He was merely asked to examine, not to treat, indicating a test of his abilities.
If Leo couldn’t describe the issues with Emmanuel’s body in detail, there would be no need for treatment.
“Mr. Cowper, could you please stand up?” Leo said.
Kennedy Motley’s gaze showed a hint of vigilance and caution. If Leo showed any unusual actions, he would be the first to intervene.
Leo’s eyes swept over Emmanuel, then he uttered a surprising statement that left everyone astonished, “Mr. Cowper, the function of your internal organs are slightly out of balance, but there’s no illness in your body.”
“Young man, some things shouldn’t be said lightly,” Noel Fox couldn’t help but remind.
Coral tugged at Leo’s sleeve and whispered, “Take another look, make sure you’re not mistaken.”
Emmanuel, initially hopeful that this young man might be as miraculous as Arthur claimed, capable of curing his chronic ailments, felt that hope dissipate upon hearing Leo’s words.
Chinese medicine emphasizes observing, listening, asking, and pulse-taking. Leo, this young man, had glanced at him and confidently declared he was free of illness. This was absurd. How could he not know whether he was sick or not?
Among all present, Arthur Wilde was undoubtedly the most confident in Leo’s medical skills. He hurriedly spoke up, “Leo, in recent months, Emmanuel has been experiencing chest tightness, shortness of breath, dizziness, palpitations, night sweats, and at times, even coughing up blood.”
“I understand,” Leo nodded, “Body aging, functional disturbances in the internal organs, exacerbated by excessive alcohol consumption.”
“That’s it?” Kennedy Motley asked.
“That’s it,” Leo nodded.
“How do we treat this?” Kennedy Motley inquired further.
“A single meal will suffice.”
Leo’s response once again astonished everyone.
After a brief moment of surprise, the middle-aged doctor sneered, “Young man, if an illness could be cured by a meal, there wouldn’t be any patients left in the world.”
“I must be the one to cook that meal,” Leo said confidently.
The middle-aged doctor chuckled sarcastically, “So you’re just a cook, not a doctor. I actually thought you were someone important. Mr. Cowper, I suggest we kick him out. This kid’s just a fraud.”
Kennedy Motley shared the doctor’s thoughts. Curing an illness with a meal? Such a crude trick could only be the work of a complete fool. He couldn’t fathom how Arthur Wilde had been deceived.
Noel Fox, however, differed from Kennedy Motley’s perspective. In his view, since this young man had entered, he exuded an air of calm confidence. His speech and demeanor subtly revealed a powerful self-assurance. His gaze was unwavering, devoid of any flicker. There was even a hint of pride in his bearing.
Noel Fox had interacted with many people and considered himself skilled at reading others. If this young man were a fraud, he couldn’t possibly carry himself with such presence.
Emmanuel laughed, “Leo, can you truly cure my symptoms with just a meal?”
“Absolutely, but I have a condition.”
“What condition? Please tell me.”
“If I can cure your issues with a meal, can you give me the little alchemical furnace on that stone table?” Leo pointed to the small alchemical furnace emitting faint blue smoke.
At this statement, both Kennedy Motley and Noel Fox’s expressions changed.
In their minds, having a chance for a doctor to treat Emmanuel was a rare blessing and opportunity. This young man, however, hadn’t even begun the treatment and was already making demands, particularly this kind of request.
That alchemical furnace on the stone table was Emmanuel’s most beloved possession. How could he easily give it away?
The middle-aged doctor’s face darkened. At a glance from Emmanuel, he would call security to kick this swindling kid out.
Coral looked at Leo, wanting to say something but holding back.
“Treating without accepting fees, but asking for my precious alchemical furnace, interesting,” Emmanuel reached for the small alchemical furnace, his hand caressing it with a reluctant touch, “Little divine physician, if you can truly cure me with a meal, I’ll give you this alchemical furnace as you wish.”
Leo’s eyes locked onto the alchemical furnace in Emmanuel’s hand. His gaze was intense, akin to a starving wolf eyeing a plump sheep.
The alchemical furnace was just about the size of a palm, exquisitely crafted, adorned with a pre-existing Bagua pattern on its surface, surrounded by intricate and ancient engravings, giving off an air of mystique.
The reason Leo was so interested in this alchemical furnace was that he sensed spiritual energy emanating from it.
Though he hadn’t probed deeply, Leo knew this item was likely a spiritual weapon!
Leo was filled with excitement. He discreetly glanced at Coral.
One had to admit that Coral truly was his lucky star. Following her to the Star Cloud Gemstone Festival had led to him acquiring the Purple Radiance dagger. Now, he encountered a spiritual tool in the form of an alchemical furnace.
“Teacher, this Bagua alchemical furnace is your favorite possession,” Kennedy Motley couldn’t help but comment.
Emmanuel had acquired this alchemical furnace over a decade ago, and he cherished it dearly. Kennedy Motley, who had been with Emmanuel for many years, understood this well.
“Emmanuel, are you sure you want to give your cherished possession as payment to Leo? Think it through. Once it’s given, there’s no turning back,” Arthur Wilde chimed in as a reminder.
Emmanuel laughed heartily, “At my age, health is the most precious. If the young doctor can truly cure me with a meal, giving him the alchemical furnace is a small matter.”
Emmanuel typically enjoyed alcohol but couldn’t due to his health. If his issues could be resolved, he could savor the taste of wine once more.