Aaron worked swiftly and proficiently, administering first aid to Powell. In just a few minutes, he had given Powell an injection and had him swallow a pill from a bottle he pulled out from his pocket.
Charles Turner's brow furrowed even deeper. He knew that the medicine injected into Powell was merely to stimulate the patient's heartbeat and temporarily stabilize vital signs, but it couldn't completely resolve the problem.
Although the medicine Aaron used was advanced, Charles, as a seasoned doctor, could naturally judge its effectiveness.
Soon, clarity returned to Powell's eyes, and the pallor in his face began to regain some color. Powell felt as if he had been given a new lease on life. He immediately sat up from the bed and said earnestly to Aaron, "Thank you, truly, I want to give you all my assets."
Aaron gave a slight smile, then looked at Charles and said respectfully, "Grandfather, I've done my best."
