The guardian's sword by Taking Cigarette
Chapter 2039

Chapter 2039

There was already a huge slap mark on the woman's cheek, and her whole face began to swell.

She sorrowfully covered her face and glared tearfully at Zander.

"You slapped me. How dare you slap me? Even my father never slapped me!"

"You fool! Mr. Lennon is treating the patient. Don't disturb him. How could you do something so stupid? Are you

trying to kill your grandfather? You stupid pig. Seeing your face now angers me.

"Make a noise or move again. I'll ruin your f*cking face in a minute!"

The young doctor went up to Zander and demanded an explanation.

"How could you do this to Eleanor? I won't tolerate such a thing from you."

As soon as he said it, Zander slapped him onto the ground.

"Shut your f*cking mouth and leave us alone. Or I'll give you a few kicks."

Threatened with violence, the woman and the doctor dared not move again.

Sean slowly pulled out the needles.

The old man's pale face turned even paler.

After coughing violently several times, he coughed up a lot of blood.

"Grandpa!" The woman jumped up in fear at this, and she was about to pounce at Sean.

"You quack. You killed my grandfather! I'm going to kill you!"

"Open your eyes and take a good look!" Zander shouted, causing the woman to freeze on the spot. "Look carefully

at what kind of blood it is. It's extravasated blood! Do you know what extravasated blood is?’

With the old man coughing up blood, the old man's complexion had also improved greatly. He was far less pale than

just a moment ago, and he could breathe more smoothly.

He looked gratefully at Sean.

"Mr. Lennon is amazing. These two needles are amazing. I think he almost cured my disease."

Sean shook his head. "These two needles are nothing. They can only help you temporarily. You need time to

properly treat it."

Hearing this, the old man squeezed Sean's hand harder with excitement.

"Mr. Lennon, you're a miracle doctor! I've seen more than a dozen famous doctors about my illness, but there's

nothing they can do. Even the best doctor could only extend my life

by a few more years."

He said and pointed to the young woman, "This is my granddaughter, Eleanor Carver, and the other one is Mitchell

Wonka, the son of Alexander Wonka-the doctor who's treating me. He's promising, but he's still a little too young.

"They're only worried about me. They accidentally offended you because they're worried. Please bear with them.

As for your fee, I promise you won't get less than what you deserve if you can cure me."

Eleanor heard all this, but she still looked worried.

"Grandpa, are you sure you're feeling better? This guy was probably lucky."

Mitchell nodded and agreed, "Yeah! It's not unheard of.

There was a rumor that someone cured a patient with an outrageous method. And the patient died the next day.

After examination, they found out the quack doctor only used a special measure to stabilize the illness.

"Don't people use such methods on pets too? They injected sick pets with something, making them look healed and

lively, and they died the next day after the customers bought them home."