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 she was

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

the entrance of

car to go from the villa where Ian lived to the gate of the

saw that they were on the main road that Tina

Ian Smith is already on his deathbed. Even he himself doesn’t want

or internal injuries. From a modern medicine perspective, there wasn’t anything wrong with

organs

a pill was resting on his palm. He said, “Go over every day to check his health. Give him a couple of jabs on unimportant points of his body first, and then have him consume this pill. This will keep him

exclaimed, “Sir,

and answered, “It’s

eyes widened. “That pill is

loose and saggy. He instructed, “Have someone secretly buy them from Harmonia Pharmacy. Don’t let anyone discover anything. Harmonia Pharmacy has won this

immediately understood what

it had also allowed Jon to cement his position in the field of traditional medicine. However, now that the Carefree Pill

 

curing Ian, yet Jon had successfully kept him alive. This was undoubtedly something

up straight and said seriously, “Don’t worry, Sir. I’ll make sure I don’t slip

getting late and the moon was

filled with cars. From a distance, it was as though the stream of red car

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

and Melissa

and she had completely regained her vision. She looked at Nora kindly and asked, “Nora, Cherry must be five by

thought about this

was only supposed to be a temporary stay, but now that her son was here, it was likely that she had to stay

“Which is the best

quite the same as other children. She was impatient and, apart from when she played games, she

could practice how to focus.

situation, she needed a kindergarten with the most abundant manpower resources, so that there would be the most professional teachers there

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