Chapter 493



A servant soon opened the door. Jon said, “I’m here to see Doctor Zabe.”

Hearing this, the servant said, “Please wait a moment. He is with a guest at the moment.”

A guest… Jon was a little surprised.

Silvester rarely accepted visitors, and had been for many years. He turned down requests to visit from most people who wanted to learn from him.

After all, he was in poor health. It was also said that he now had slight memory problems.

Aside from a few veterans like him who at least had some status in the field of alternative medicine, there was almost no one else who could meet with Silvester.

However, there was an alternative medicine conference going on that day, so all the veterans were there at that time. Who was going to visit Silvester at that time?

As he was thinking about it, Jon asked, “Who is it?”

The servant smiled and said nothing. Jon knew immediately that he had crossed the line. He smiled and said, “Please let him know I’m here. I’ll wait.”

“Okay.”

When the servant entered Silvester’s room, Silvester’s son was escorting Nora out. “This way, Nora.”

Nora said, “You should pay more attention to your health too, Mr. Zabe.”

Silvester’s son had also learned medical skills from Silvester. So, although there was a big age difference between the two, Nora was actually his junior. Silvester’s son laughed and said, “Gee, that’s the way things are once you get old. But I want my father to live a few more years. Then I can take care of him for a few more years.”

Nora let out a silent sigh at this.

When she was a child, she always heard Silvester scold his son and call him mediocre, because he was unhappy that he could not inherit his skills in alternative medicine.

At those times, his father always just smiled naively.

But now… Silvester was now well into his nineties, and yet his son, who was in his late sixties, was still by his side. Wasn’t that also a blessing in a way? Some people had many children, all talented, but some went abroad and others traveled far from home. Few stayed by her side.

Nora thought unconsciously of Pete and Cherry…. Well, considering how smart they both were, they sure wouldn’t be sticklers in the future.

Once she was older, the two probably wouldn’t keep popping up in front of her. This way, she wouldn’t bother seeing them all the time either. The only person she would see all the time would probably be Jus….

No, wait!

What was he thinking? They weren’t even married yet, so why was she saving a place for him in her retirement plan?

Nora shook her head and walked out as she sighed excitedly. The moment she did, she saw Jon in the doorway.

The moment the two made eye contact, Jon’s jaw dropped.

He looked at Nora with surprise and then at Silvester’s son with confusion. A look of astonishment formed on his face, but he quickly repressed it.

Nora, however, ignored him and nodded to Silvester’s son. “I’m leaving. You don’t have to accompany me anymore.” Since they had a guest, he definitely couldn’t send her away anymore.

Anyway, she was no stranger here.

Silvester’s son smiled and said, “Okay, go ahead.”

Nora walked past Jon and left.

Even after she closed the door, Jon still hadn’t recovered.

What was Nora doing at the Zabes’ house?

Silvester’s son was already talking politely to Jon. He asked, “Have you come to see my father?”

Jon nodded. Unable to suppress his curiosity, he asked, “It’s Nora Smith, isn’t it? I hear it’s Anti, the surgeon.”

Silvester’s son nodded. “Looks like it. What’s up?”

Jon followed Silvester’s son and the two made their way to the garden where Silvester was. Jon played along and asked, “What was she doing here?”

Silvester’s son paused for a moment and thought that Nora didn’t want anyone to reveal her identity; after all, once exposed, she would definitely be very busy. So, he replied, “Oh, he’s come to borrow some books.”

She came to borrow some books?

Jon narrowed his eyes. The way he saw it, he probably came to justify himself to Silvester, didn’t he?

Ah.

He looked like he’d panicked. After all, making a public statement that alternative medicine was inferior to modern medicine was behavior that would attract a lot of hate. Although they had managed to keep outsiders at bay with the Andersons’ Rest Pills, if Silvester decided to do something, the Rest Pills formula would be everywhere!

Once that happened, what else could the Andersons produce?

However, the Andersons were surprisingly smart about it, and knew they had to ask Silvester for protection right away. It was a shame that Silvester absolutely hated people who despised alternative medicine.

In his youth, he had been suspected of being a fraud and once had a run-in with a practitioner of modern medicine. Moreover, as president of the country’s Alternative Medicine Association, it was his very existence that gave the alternative medicine community confidence!

At this point in Jon’s thoughts, he had already reached the garden. When he saw Silvester sitting and basking in the sun, he stepped forward and said, “Mr. Zabe, how are you doing these days?”

When Silvester saw out of the corner of his eye that it was Jon, he continued to hold the book but looked away. In his cloudy voice, he asked, “What are you doing here?”

Silvester had always disliked Jon.

This was something everyone in the industry knew. Unfortunately, Jon’s medical skills were the best after Silvester in the next generation of alternative medicine practitioners. So, after Silvester stopped worrying about alternative medicine field issues, Jon had taken over the leadership of the alternative medicine field for a while.

When Nora first arrived in New York, Jon’s position in the alternative medicine world had been unassailable.

Jon sat down across from Silvester and said, “Mr. Zabe, I’m really at the end of my rope now. That’s why I’ve come to ask for your help.”

Silvester looked at him, his aged eyes full of disdain. “How can I help you? Mr. Myers flatters me so much.”

Jon was so frightened that he rose hastily. “I’m not worthy of such courtesy from you!” Knowing the man was not pleased that he was being so polite, Jon got straight to the point. “I’m here today because there is a young practitioner of modern medicine who is showing blatant disregard for alternative medicine just because she knows how to use her scalpels well. She has publicly stated that alternative medicine is inferior to modern medicine.”

Bam!

Silvester tossed the book he was holding on the table and scoffed, “Are there still people with such misguided beliefs in New York?”

Jon was pleased with his reaction. “Yes, they do!”

Silvester continued to sneer, “Aren’t you going to teach that young lady a lesson?”

Jon hastily lowered his head and said respectfully, “I want to, but unfortunately, her family is big and powerful, so Lincoln and the others don’t dare stand up to her. I just said a few words at the conference, but I was immediately rebutted and told not to throw it in a young woman’s face. However, does that have anything to do with it, Mr. Zabe? It’s clearly about her attitude.”

Silvester snorted coldly. “What family is this about, are they that powerful?”

Jon hastened to say, “It’s all because Harmonia Pharmacy’s Rest Pills sell too well. All everyone can see is the money, So no one dares to object even for something like this anymore! Regardless of the economic situation, a young lady who has said something wrong should be reprimanded a little!”

The Andersons?

Harmonia Pharmacy? Silvester was taken aback. “Who are you talking about?”

Jon replied, “It’s the person who just visited you, Nora Smith.”

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