Dr. Richardson once had the privilege of observing Robert from a distance at a medical exchange conference.
Robert was the embodiment of all the faith in traditional Chinese medicine doctors in the domestic Chinese medicine community.
It was precisely because he had attended the exchange meeting that he had heard Robert's voice.
So, Dr. Richardson's forehead was constantly covered in cold sweat.
He stared at the phone but hesitated to answer.
Hank whispered beside him, "Dr. Richardson, answer the call and expose this deception."
"That's right, Dr. Richardson, you don't plan on letting this ex-convict continue with the charade, do you?"
The gazes of the other members of the Thompson Family made it difficult for Dr. Richardson to back down.
Now, he had to accept it no matter what.
In the end, he held onto a glimmer of hope and cautiously replied, "This is Thomas Richardson. Who am I speaking to?"
"Are you the one who sat in the corner during the last academic exchange conference?"
Upon hearing this, Dr. Richardson was instantly shocked and delighted.
He was shocked that it was indeed Dr. Green on the other end of the line and delighted that Dr. Green remembered him.
Trembling, Dr. Richardson replied, "Yes, it's me."
He turned off the speakerphone, but his actions seemed hesitant and submissive, causing confusion among the surrounding people.
Dr. Richardson kept saying "yes" repeatedly, and when he finally hung up the phone, he returned it to Evelyn.
"Dr. Richardson..."
Leo was about to speak, but Dr. Richardson scolded him, "Shut up!"
Then Dr. Richardson turned his gaze to Charles, his eyes filled with astonishment and confusion.
Charles didn't know what Dr. Green had said either, but in any case, Dr. Richardson no longer dared to be as arrogant as before.
In front of everyone, he took the initiative to bow and said, "I apologize for my previous offenses. I hope you can forgive me, Senior."
"Hiss-"
Hank and the other family members gasped in shock.
What did they see?
They had all witnessed Dr. Richardson, whom they had gone through great lengths to invite. Yet, he was now addressing this ex-convict as "Senior"?
And what was with his respectful attitude?
Evelyn widened her eyes and stared at Charles intently.
She realized that she was increasingly unable to figure out this man.
Leo was dumbfounded, unable to believe everything he was hearing.
"Dr. Richardson! How could you address him as 'Senior'? He was the disgrace recognized by the entire medical school!"
This reversal was beyond Leo's expectations.
He had mocked Charles countless times in the group chat with his classmates, spoke ill of him behind his back, and ridiculed him in various ways.
So he couldn't accept this outcome.
Dr. Richardson suddenly became anxious and said, "I told you to shut up! You don't understand, do you? If you dare say that Senior is a disgrace, then what do you think of me?!
"I…"
Leo felt aggrieved!
He just wanted to know what was said on the phone.
The Thompson Family also couldn't accept it for a while.
On the other hand, Charles waved his hand and said, "Don't flatter me. Just answer me the question, am I qualified or not?"
"Yes, Senior, of course, you are qualified!"
No joke!
Just now, Joseph had admitted over the phone that his medical skills were not as good as this young senior's.
Then, someone like him is even less likely to impress the other party.
It would be a lie to say that Dr. Richardson did not regret it. He only hoped that he could make amends a little.
"Then let me ask you, is this prescription used for clearing heat and detoxification?"
"Yes, it is!"
Dr. Richardson no longer cared about the consequences.
He would rather offend the entire Thompson family than Charles.
"Well then, I have nothing more to say."
Charles smiled lightly at Evelyn and said, "Go and open the door."
Until Evelyn actually opened the door, no one from the Thompson family stepped forward to stop her.
It wasn't that they didn't want to, but rather that they simply didn't dare to.
"You wait outside, I don't like being disturbed while treating patients."
Although Charles said this, he just didn't want to scare the woman in front of him.
Since entering the Thompson family, he had sensed that something was off.
The atmosphere was heavy, like stagnant water, oppressive.
Evelyn hesitated for a moment before asking in a low voice as she exited, "Charles, can you really cure my grandpa?"
This might be her last chance to see her grandpa.
If he couldn't be cured and passed away, she would blame herself for a lifetime.
Thinking back to when they were in middle school, Charles knew that she was a filial granddaughter, and she hadn't changed a bit until now.
He solemnly replied, "If I can't cure your grandfather, I will never practice medicine again."
"Alright, I trust you!"
Watching Evelyn close the door, Charles couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion.
He began to believe that this woman might truly be protecting him.
However, her means were quite strange.
"I said I don't want to see a doctor, why did you bring one here? Get out, all of you, get out!"
The atmosphere in the bedroom was even more eerie than in the living room, and Charles could smell a sour odor.
As for Elder Thompson, he lay weakly on the bed, his limbs powerless.
It had been spring for a long time, yet he was still wrapped in thick blankets.
And he was trembling as if he was feeling extremely cold.
"Get out!" Elder Thompson shouted again.
His voice sounded weak, and he could faint at any moment.
Charles walked straight to the bedside and joked, "Back then, you were as strong as a bull. How come you're not doing well after just a dozen years?"
Elder Thompson raised his head, trying to get a clear look at Charles's face.
Unfortunately, his body didn't listen to his commands, and he could only ask, "Who are you?"
"A dozen years ago, when you took your granddaughter to school, you asked me for directions. Before leaving, you told me to take care of your granddaughter. Do you remember?"
Although Elder Thompson's body was deteriorating, his mind was still sharp.
He immediately remembered the sunny young man from back then and couldn't help but exclaim, "It's you?"
"Yes, it's me. I'm here to treat you."
"You are now a doctor?" Elder Thompson continued to ask.
Before Charles could answer, Elder Thompson self-mockingly smiled and said, "It's useless. No one can cure my illness."
"If you don't treat it, how do you know it can't be cured?"
As Charles spoke, he took out three silver needles from his pocket.
He inserted them into Elder Thompson's brow, shoulder, and abdomen, respectively, and activated a faint white energy that followed the needles into his body.
"This feeling is very comfortable..."
Elder Thompson's expression was noticeably relaxed compared to before.
He hadn't felt this way for half a year, so he exclaimed, "Young man, you're really skilled in medicine!"
In the face of praise, Charles just smiled.
This time, the matter didn't have much to do with medical skills.
Visible black energy began to seep out from the tails of the silver needles.
"Old Master, do you remember where you went before you fell ill?"
Charles had already sensed the problem and needed confirmation.
But Elder Thompson shook his head with a bitter smile, "It's been half a year. How can I remember so clearly?"
However, right after he finished speaking, he seemed to recall something, "Wait, it seems that the construction site was just starting work."
"A construction site?" Charles raised an eyebrow instinctively.
Elder Thompson responded with certainty, "That's right. The Thompson family won a bid for a piece of land for a tourist city project. It happened to be starting work that day, so I went there. But not long after I came back, I started feeling unwell."
Charles pondered for a moment and asked, "Old Master, there's something I'm not sure if I should say."
"Go ahead," Elder Thompson answered decisively.
"I suspect there might be some problem with the construction site you mentioned."