"Brad, how did you get here?" Brent Campbell looked surprised at the young man who just walked in wearing a suit. "Aren't you supposed to be studying in England? How come you suddenly came back?"
"You even found this place?"
Brad Davidson laughed, "Uncle Brent, I came back because Mr. Torres, the wealthiest man in Canada, has fallen ill, so I rushed back from England."
"Doctor Lawrence is the best doctor I could find in England, they have advanced equipment, the most comprehensive medical team."
"Originally, it was for Mr. Torres' treatment, but I heard from my family that you injured your legs in a battle with your enemy last month and you've been in a wheelchair since."
"Since I've come to Midocen and brought Doctor Lawrence, I'll have him take a look at you too."
Brad Davidson was laughing brightly, introducing the white man next to him.
Doctor Lawrence seemed in his early forties, about six-foot-one, wearing a black suit, with a faint smile on his face.
