Jon’s expression remained unchanged as he answered, “It’s Dr. Zabe.”

At once, Joel got ready to instruct his subordinates to invite him over.

However, Jon stopped him. He said, “He’s already very old, and has even become somewhat absent-minded and bedridden. But I’ve heard that he took in a student who inherited all of his skills. Unfortunately, this person is very mysterious. No one knows where they are.”

Joel frowned. His gaze fell on Ian who was lying on the bed.

Jon contemplated for a while before he spoke again. He said, “I can keep Mr. Smith alive, but you’ll have to either let him rekindle his will to live or find Dr. Zabe’s student.”

Joel nodded, a bit of a sharp look appearing in his flirtatious eyes. “In that case, please help my uncle regain consciousness as soon as possible, Mr. Myers.”

“Okay.”

Jon took out a silver needle and pierced it into several important points on Ian. Then, he took out a pill, crushed it, and stuffed it into his mouth.

After some work, Ian’s heartbeat became steady again.

Jon wiped the sweat off his brows and said to Joel, “Mr. Smith should be able to wake up tomorrow. I’ll have Tina personally come over to check on him every day and do our best to keep him alive until you find Dr. Zabe’s successor.”

A smile formed on Joel’s countenance once more. “Okay, I’ll get the butler to send you out.”

After the two of them left, a feminine and delicate voice suddenly rang out. “Joel, he’s obviously capable of curing Dad, yet he keeps going on and on here with you instead. Also, Dr. Zabe? He sure says a lot of nonsense.”

Joel smiled upon hearing this.

He turned around to see an attractive figure walk in—it was Ian’s adopted daughter, Yvonne Smith.

Ian never married in his whole life, choosing to only adopt a daughter. All the other children born into the Smiths were boys, so they doted on their one and only younger sister very much.

Joel said, “As long as he can cure Uncle Ian’s illness, what’s the big deal about helping him boost his reputation?”

Yvonne stuck out her tongue and cast her eyes down.

princess of the Smiths in New York, but no one knew that

smiling and was gentle and generous, but Yvonne always felt like there was a thin

of the

from the villa

that they were on the main road that

looked at Jon nervously. “Sir, Ian Smith is already on his deathbed. Even

injuries. From a modern medicine perspective, there wasn’t

organs

check his health. Give him a couple of jabs

“Sir, that

heavy sigh and answered, “It’s

“That pill is worth a

the skin at his eyelids was loose and saggy. He instructed, “Have someone secretly buy them from Harmonia Pharmacy. Don’t let anyone discover anything.

immediately understood

elderly Mrs. Hunt. Additionally, it had also allowed Jon to cement his

 

Zabe was the only one capable of curing Ian, yet Jon had successfully kept him

Sir. I’ll make sure I

and the moon was already visible in the

cars. From a distance, it was as though the stream of

in the city center and was a quiet little area amid the hustle and bustle of the city. The

Mrs. Anderson and Melissa

her vision. She looked at Nora kindly and asked, “Nora, Cherry must be five by now, right? It’s not appropriate to just let her stay at home all the time. Do you have any

this a long

temporary stay, but now that her son was here, it was

asked, “Which

and, apart from when she played games, she couldn’t sit still at all, no matter what she was

play games—so that she could practice how to focus. However, in

manpower resources, so that

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