My Mysterious Life - Hidden Billionaire Vol. 2
Copyright© 2026 by Laxu
Chapter 62: They don’t recognize a gem
“Who said I can’t do it? Fine. Then, who else can save Granddad if not me?” Dustin growled. He realized that it was impossible trying to reason with women using logic!
“The only one who can save Grandpa now is the incredible Dr. Ross Leister!” Dahlia answered with a grim expression.
“That’s right! Matt’s already gone to call the doctor. If Dr. Leister agrees to help us, we can save Old Mr. Nicholson. There’ll be no need for a quack like you.”
“Dr. Ross Leister? Who’s that?” Dustin asked.
“He’s Dr. Cross’ apprentice who specializes in treating rare diseases. He’s way better than you are!” Florence stated proudly.
As soon as the words left her mouth, two people entered the room. The first was Matt. He was followed by a man in his 30s in a white coat and a pair of glasses, with a haughty and pretentious expression on his face.
“Matt! Did you manage to get Dr. Leister?” Florence rushed over.
“Of course!” With a gentle smile, Matt introduced the man, “This is Dr. Leister.”
“So you’re Dr. Leister! What an honor!”
“You’re a talented doctor indeed, Dr. Leister. You managed to become Dr. Cross’ apprentice at such a young age. How amazing!”
“That’s right! With Dr. Leister’s help, Old Mr. Nicholson will recover!”
Everyone began singing praises at Ross, especially since he was Dr. Rowan Cross’ apprentice. They had to make a good impression in case they needed his help in the future.
“Honestly, I wouldn’t have bothered coming here if it weren’t for Mr. Laney. After all, everyone who asks me to treat them is either a high–ranking official, an aristocrat, or a wealthy person,” said the man in glasses. He raised his head, peering down at everyone else in the room.
“Of course! It’s an honor to have you here!” Florence and the others agreed, their faces showing signs of flattery.
The man in glasses soaked up the attention, pleased. “That’s enough. I’m a busy man, so let’s not dilly–dally and get this over with. Where’s the patient?”
“Over here!” Florence led the way to Henry’s bed.
“Hmm...” The doctor nodded and proceeded to take Henry’s pulse. “So it’s Havaska? Well, this might be slightly troublesome, but no big matter. A bowl of hot medicine will do the trick.”
“Really? That’s great!” Everyone was overjoyed. As expected, they found the right man for the treatment.
“Doctor, aren’t you mistaking something?” Dustin asked.
“What?” The man in glasses frowned and gave Dustin a look over. “And who are you? How dare you question me!”
“If it was Havaska, a bowl of hot medicine would take care of it. However, what Granddad has Isn’t Havaska but the Flaming Frost Poison!” Dustin asserted.
“What do you mean Flaming Frost Poison? I’ve never even heard of it!” The man glared at Dustin and asked, Who are you to criticize me?”
“Dr. Leister, this is a misunderstanding. This piece of trash knows nothing. Please pay him no mind.” Florence smiled at the man before turning to Dustin. “You better stop running your mouth, Rhys! You’ll be done for if you offend Dr. Leister!” she snapped.
“I’m just stating facts. If he hasn’t even heard of the poison, I have reason to question his skills,” Dustin replied, shaking his head.
“Boy, do you have any idea who I am? How dare you talk to me like that!” the man demanded furiously.
“I heard that you’re Rowan Cross’ apprentice. However, you’ve still got a long way to go. If anyone’s doing the treatment, it should be him,” Dustin said calmly.
Henry’s condition would only worsen if the man in glasses provided treatment meant for Havaska. Naturally. Dustin doubted this man’s skills.
“Hey! Are you done yet? Who do you think you are? What makes you think you’re worthy of asking for my mentor’s help, you fucker?” the doctor roared.
“Dustin, Dr. Cross is away on a retreat and isn’t so easily invited. Even Dr. Leister doesn’t dare disturb him,” Matt warned.
“Mr. Laney! I came because you asked me personally. Yet instead of thanking me, someone decides to question me. If this is the thanks I get. I’m done treating this patient!” The man turned around to leave.
causing an instant frenzy in the room.
“No! Please, Dr. Leister! This idiot is speaking nonsense. Please don’t get mad!” Florence pleaded, pulling him back while she turned to curse at Dustin, “Rhys, shut the fuck up! How dare you criticize Dr. Leister’s way of treating patients. Get out!”
“That’s right! Who the fuck are you to point fingers at Dr. Leister?”
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