As soon as Joy Quinn agreed, Willow Young, fearing she might ask further, quickly bid farewell.
Willow Young left in a hurry, not noticing that Joy Quinn was smirking at the love mark on the back of her neck.
It seemed that under her subtle nudging yesterday, Franklin Yates had successfully won over Willow Young.
Going forward, Willow Young would become a weapon to deal with July Quinn...
Meanwhile, at the Esteria Providence Hospital—
Today was the day to decide if Old Master Keaton needed surgery.
So early in the morning, Kyle Keaton and other members of the Keaton Family arrived at the hospital.
Old Master Keaton was also wheeled into the CT room.
However, before Old Master Keaton was examined, Kyle Keaton had already spoken with his attending physician.
The doctor had said at the time, "Judging from the last CT results, the degree of arteriosclerosis is quite severe, so surgery might be unavoidable."
Due to the doctor’s words, Kyle Keaton had already assembled a large team of cardiology experts early today, preparing for a consultation once Old Master Keaton’s results were out.
As everything was set, Old Master Keaton’s test results came back.
The doctor, upon a glance at the CT results, unexpectedly let out a shrill scream, unbefitting his status.
That scene, whether it was Kyle Keaton or other members of the Keaton Family, left them all with bated breath.
"What’s wrong, doctor? Is my grandfather not well?"
"Doctor, how is the old man doing?"
"Are my dad’s test results that bad?"
The Keaton Family gathered around the doctor.
Only the butler felt a little weak in the knees, at one point contemplating escape.
Indeed, from the butler’s perspective, the doctor’s reaction surely meant that Old Master Keaton’s condition had worsened.
As for why the condition worsened, it couldn’t be unrelated to those few herbal concoctions from Serenity Clinic.
After all, in recent days, Old Master Keaton had refrained from taking any IV drips to not affect the medicine’s efficacy.
Every time a doctor started an IV for him, he’d secretly remove it, and even had the butler guarding the door to prevent being discovered by the doctor.
Now that Old Master Keaton’s condition had worsened, it was equivalent to a discovery of misdeeds.
If Lord Keaton pursued the matter, the butler felt that his role in secretly brewing the medicine and guarding the door would surely earn him severe punishment.
Thus, he was contemplating making a run for it.
Who would have thought, in the midst of his worries, he would hear the doctor say this.
"No, the old man’s condition hasn’t worsened. In fact, the CT scans show that his arteriosclerotic plaques have actually reduced significantly."
The butler quickly retracted his foot mid-step.
"Really?" Kyle Keaton pressed for details.
The butler also took advantage of the moment to move forward, eager to see for himself.
The doctor hurriedly produced the previous CT scan of Old Master Keaton for comparison with the current one.
"Look here, and here, and here as well, the plaques are gone. Now, only a small portion remains!"
Yet, while amazed, the doctor was puzzled: "Could you tell me if the old man has recently taken any medicine from Divine Doctor Quinn of Westmarch?"
In general, arteriosclerosis is nearly irreversible.
The only case in recent years where arteriosclerosis reversal was achieved was with Divine Doctor Quinn in Westmarch.
"Divine Doctor Quinn in Westmarch? My grandfather hasn’t been to Westmarch lately."
Kyle Keaton frowned slightly. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs novelFirｅ.net
"That’s odd..." The doctor was about to say more when the butler suddenly spoke.
"The old man has been taking that Divine Doctor Quinn’s medicine!"