Frank paused and finished, “All I want is for you to honor our agreement and let me see Vicky.”
“No!” Both Glen and Kendra yelled at the same time.
George, who was still in bed, had no idea what was going on.
“Who’s this…?” he asked, turning toward Frank feebly as a servant helped him up.
“That’s the man who saved your life.”
Surprisingly, it was Professor Roberts who sided with Frank just then. He was even leveling a look of respect at him and nodding politely, speaking inarticulately but loudly.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with you people, harassing Mr. Lawrence so much when he saved the patient without holding a grudge. He is as competent as he is mystical, showing his loyalty and reliability. You have certainly changed my opinion on Draconian traditional medicine—what you did was absolutely magical. Would you mind teaching me?”
Frank had a better impression of Professor Roberts when he saw the look of genuine respect.
It was likely that Professor Roberts simply prioritized rationality before all else at this stage of his career. Since he had never encountered real Draconian traditional medicine, he was willing to humble himself after seeing it in action, even asking Frank to teach him.
It was certainly a stark contrast to the Turnbulls’ attitude—Glen was even scowling at Professor Roberts’ overly blunt words.
He took a deep breath and growled, “No, Professor Roberts. I’ve made up my mind—you saved my father, and you’ll be rewarded accordingly. As for Frank Lawrence…”
With a look from Glen, the Turnbull family retainers strode up and surrounded Frank, even as Glen finished, “I’ll reward you generously, but I’m sorry, you won’t be seeing Vicky because you didn’t save my father.”
“Why?!” Professor Roberts snapped, his fists clenching. “Unbelievable! Mr. Lawrence saved the patient, while I did nothing but made things worse! Do you hate him that much? If so, why did you bring him here at all?!”
Professor Roberts left Glen grimacing uncomfortably, but he could not argue against that.
As for Frank, he sighed and clapped Professor Roberts on the shoulders, shaking his head.
“Thank you for your honesty, Professor Roberts,” he said, “But there are elements in this case that you won’t understand as a foreigner. They’re stopping me from meeting my woman because they want her to marry someone else—it’s really not your fault.”
He then passed Professor Roberts his business card with his contact number. “Your dedication and respect to medicine has my respect—call me anytime you need assistance. I can’t do much, but I can offer some advice.”
“This won’t do!”
Professor Roberts bellowed, surprising Frank with his single-minded stubbornness. “Let’s make this clear right now—you saved the patient, not me. You succeeded where I failed, and that’s the truth!”
Wheeling on Glen, he barked, “You people should come true on your promise and let Mr. Lawrence see his woman!”
