Chapter 13 Age was secondary. âIâm not interested in taking a disciple.â Sean waved his hand indifferently and refused on the spot. âThis...â Greg was a little unhappy, but he did not say much in the end. âMaster Graham, please check the Old Masterâs pulse first and see if he has been cured.â Hugo said somewhat unhappily as he was upset. âThereâs no need to feel the pulse. âIf Mr. Lennon couldnât cure Old Master... âThen no one in the world can cure Old Master.â Gregâs words left Hugo speechless. They also knew how much weight Gregâs words carry! If Sean could not cure him, no one could! That sentence was enough to show the magic of Seanâs medicine skills! âThank you for saving my life, Mr. Lennon!â Old Master Larson heaved a long sigh and thanked Sean from the bottom of his heart. âItâs nothing.â Sean said lightly, his expression unchanged. âYou arenât completely cured yet. âI have to give you an acupuncture session again two days later.â Sean added after pondering for two seconds. âOkay! Iâll do whatever you say, Mr. Lennon!â Old Master Larson said yes. He did everything Sean said. ... Quinn Residence. Homer left the Quinn Residence after dropping Sean off himself. He did not even enter the door. Sean was pushed into the room by Willow, where she started questioning him. âI went to cure Old Master Larson.â Sean had nothing to hide from Willow. âHa, youâre lying. âSean, how come I didnât realize you were a liar?â Willow did not believe Sean was any good at medicine. Sean had no choice but kept quiet. âIf youâre indeed a doctor, why donât you fix your own legs?â Willow asked, her tone relaxing a bit when she saw that Sean was silent. âIâll be on my feet in no time. âSomeone set me up, causing most of my bodily functions to be damaged. âSo I need some time to recover.â Sean said as he slowly looked up at Willow. âBut youâve been recovering for two years. âYou know what? Iâve found countless doctors for you in the last two years. âThey canât do anything about your legs.â Willow let out a little sigh, only taking what Sean said as reassurance. âI know.â Seanâs eyes were serious. He had been catatonic for two years, but that did not mean he had no memory of things. He saw and remembered what Willow had done for him. âForget it. Letâs not talk about it. âYou got a little something now that you have friends like Mr. Larson.â With that said, Willow slowly got up to leave. Once she reached the door, Willow paused again. âActually, you know what? I hoped you never regain your senses. âBecause then you wonât be hurt and upset by those ridiculing you. âAnd Iâd have a reason to keep you in the Quinn family.â With that said, Willow slowly pushed the door open and walked out. Sean watched Willow leave and slowly clenched his hands. âIâm not only going to stay in the Quinn family, but Iâm also going to make you rise in status because of me. âIâm going to make the Quinn family great because of you.â There was a determination in Seanâs eyes. âWhat did that veg say to you?â Soon after Willow left the room, Sean heard Fionâs voice outside. âHeâs not a vegetable now.â Willowâs voice followed. âThen heâs a cripple too! Heâs a loser! âHeâs a useless, poor, and culturally blank loser anyway!â Willow was immediately silent after Fion said that. âDo you really believe what your grandfather said and think that heâs a gifted warrior in the army? âLet me ask you this. Your cousin served as a soldier for five years. How much retirement fee did he get? âAnd what does Sean have? Oh, yes. He did have a bank card, but I checked it, and you know what? âItâs a canceled card, and there are no more than ten thousand dollars in it. âTell me, what do you admire about him? Do you admire him for being poor, culturally blank, and raising pigs in the army?â Fion got louder and louder, unafraid that Sean would hear her. âI donât want to argue with you.
Good night. âI have to work tomorrow.â Willow said, and that was the end of the matter. In the room, Sean slowly picked up his small storage box. It was simple. There was nothing special. Thud! A bank card slipped out of Seanâs hand and fell to the ground. Sean bent over with some difficulty, picked up the bank card, and watched it as he held it in his hand. The bank card was common and was slightly thicker than present bank cards. The old-fashioned card was indeed ancient and had since long been updated and replaced. âBut how can you judge some things by their cover...â Sean mumbled to himself. Then he pinched his finger and started pulling slowly from one corner of the bank card. Rip! Sean ripped off a layer of his bank card, which was thrown on the floor, and no one picked it up. It was at this point that the bank card revealed its true colors. The black luster looked composed and stylish. The gold lining around the edge was like a mystical golden dragon that wrapped the entire bank card. The shiny obsidian on the bank card shone even more brightly. Supreme black card. It was a limited edition with less than a hundred cards in existence!
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