The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

Chapter 11

greeted Old Master Larson after entering. “Homer’s back!” Old Master Larson waved his hand as he laughed. “Homer, who’s this?” Homer’s brother-in-law Hugo Yates asked as he frowned and pointed at Sean. “This is Mr. Lennon. I invited him here to examine Old Master.” Homer did not seem to like his brother-in-law and said flatly. “Oh, Homer, stop it. “Him? A cripple? Examine the Old Master? “Forget it! I went to a lot of trouble to get Master Greg Graham from Souz River to come and examine Old Master.” Hugo looked smug as he politely looked at the old man. Homer froze when he heard that. Greg was indeed famous. He had tried to get in touch with him but to no avail. Unexpectedly, Hugo got to him first. “Oh, Hugo, don’t talk like that. “Every visitor is a guest! Please have a seat!” Old Master Larson smiled lightly. He looked friendly. “Okay!” Homer nodded. Sean propelled his wheelchair and waited quietly aside. Greg looked up at Sean and withdrew his gaze nonchalantly. “I just diagnosed Old Master Larson and determined it was caused by a damp-heat constitution. “The damp-heat constitution is a bed that breeds diseases. “Old Master Larson was busy working on the family business when he was young and neglected his health, so his illness accumulated. “You can handle it when you’re young, but the various functions in your body decline as you get older, and diseases will strike frequently.” Hugo looked impressed after Greg finished. “Master Graham is indeed a master of medicine!” praised Hugo. Homer frowned slightly. Then he looked at Sean and asked, “What do you think, Mr. Lennon?” “Homer, what else is there? “Master Graham has diagnosed him, and he can get treatment right away.” Hugo glanced at Sean. There was some sarcasm in his tone. Homer was dissatisfied but said nothing. He just looked at Sean. Sean only glanced at Old Master Larson before withdrawing his gaze and closing his eyes to rest. “Haha! Master Graham, just tell me how many days I have left to live.  “Birth, aging, illness, and death are the circle of life.” Old Master Larson laughed heartily. He did not seem to care much. “You can count on me to save Old Master Larson. “Young Master Yates had told me about Old Master Larson’s illness before I came. “So I’ve brought the medicine with me.” Greg said lightly with pride on his face. Then he slowly took out a small box. “Old Master Larson, you can take it now.” Greg picked up the small box and put it on the table.