CHAPTER 1254

Chapter 1254 Their Fate

Reuben must be muddled by his illness today. Even though the

young doctor in front of him was far younger than Marie, he

actually thought she had returned.

Reuben shook his head lightly. Their appearances weren’t even similar.

Marie’s beauty was like the gentle rain, soft and misty. However, Wynter had an overall aloof and enigmatic charm, yet not in an off- putting way. On the contrary, she seemed calm and professional.

Reuben felt a rare sense of calm. It was likely due to the acupuncture points Wynter had been massaging.

“This treatment method is different from what I’ve had before,” Reuben said.

His breath was still labored as he spoke, but his eyes showed no signs of cloudiness despite his serious illness. Instead, they still reflected the politeness and grace of his youth.

It was no wonder Fabian frequently mentioned that Reuben was the most scholarly gentleman he had ever met. It was indeed true.

Wynter chuckled softly. “Dr. Harper practices modern medicine. I practice traditional medicine. Our treatment methods are indeed different.”

As she spoke, her hand rested on Reuben’s wrists as if taking his pulse. She then withdrew her hand and scribbled on a piece of paper. It seemed like a prescription but not quite.

“Your condition is not as hopeless as the rumors suggest. In my opinion, treating it isn’t too difficult, though it will take some time,”

Wynter continued.

Upon hearing this, Reuben’s indifferent eyes glanced over at Wynter again. He couldn’t help but laugh. “Young lady, do you know that I am someone who has been given a death sentence by lung specialists?

“Not even the director of the number one hospital in Hawford

dared to give me such promises. You should take back your words.

Wynter wasn’t bothered by Reuben’s skepticism. She knew her youthful appearance lacked credibility.

“You are not aware of my abilities because it’s your first time meeting me. You’ll understand once we get to know each other better.

*Please rest assured, Mr. Whitman Senior. I wouldn’t claim to have confidence in curing you if I wasn’t certain.”

Reuben couldn’t help but smile at Wynter’s words. Her way of speaking was quite interesting. She was ambitious. If it had been someone else, Reuben would have thought they were boasting.

But the fact was that she was just a young lady, chewing on the end of a pen while writing down some precautions for him. No matter how he looked at it, there was a certain spirited

determination about her.

Reuben didn’t know why, but looking at Wynter made him feel at ease. “Young lady, have you found anything in your examination?

“If there’s no way to help, just say it. I’m aware of my condition. I’m getting older, and my health declines day by day. I’m old, and I’m at peace with it.”

“That won’t do. You might be at peace with it, but I’m not. I want to

cure you. As long as I’m here, no one can take you away,” Wynter said earnestly, her needle kit already laid out.

Seeing this, Reuben looked at her. His gaze was filled with

admiration of an elder toward a younger person. It was rare for young people nowadays to willingly put in the effort into learning traditional medicine.

Wynter, despite her youth, displayed patience and steadiness in her every move. She was bound to achieve great things and become an excellent doctor.

Reuben had always held a deep respect for medical practitioners, especially those of traditional medicine. Although some bad apples were tarnishing the reputation of doctors, Reuben was not narrow–minded.

Five years ago, a contagious disease had spread worldwide.

Hospitals were overwhelmed, with the ratio of doctors to patients being utterly disproportionate. Hospital beds were in short supply, and medical workers were on the front lines‘ every day.

It was then that Reuben was touched by a young lady who

reminded him to take precautions when he was donating supplies. She also gave him a few pills afterward.

At that time, he didn’t realize that the pills she gave him had saved his life.