The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor
Chapter 804

"No way. You can tell what the problem is just-just by looking at him?"

Belinda's lips parted slightly. She was extremely shocked, suspecting that she had misheard him. She looked at Irene. "Mom, who-who's this? Is he a doctor?"

Irene nodded her head. "He's my close friend's son-in-law. He says that he's a Chinese medicine practitioner. As for his medical skills, I'm not too sure of it myself!"

"Heli. What are you saying? I'm a specialist in this area, and I've treated many strange diseases before. I've got quite a good reputation in Middle Province. We couldn't find a single problem even after running so many checks just now, and now you're telling me that you can tell what's wrong

from a single glance? Bullsh*t!"

Fane's words made the specialist feel as though he had just been punched in the ears. He was just about to leave with a few other doctors, and he was unhappy after hearing Fane's words. He instantly wheeled around and spoke to Fane.

"You must be lying. Dr. Newman here is extremely experienced with near-death patients..."

Another doctor also straightaway told Fane.

After listening to the doctors saying all this, Belinda, who had been quite elated, suddenly sunk into a glum mood. She could not be sure of him now. The man looked young, and he did not perform any proper checkups. How could he diagnose anything from a glance?

'If my guess is correct, sir, he's been poisoned!"

Fane smiled and told everyone.

As he said this, he purposely sidled his gaze toward Lawrence. Interestingly, the man's expression contorted slightly when he heard this.

However, he quickly smiled. "No way. My father has been ill for so long. How could he have been poisoned?" he said. "He would have died long ago if he was."

"Cough cough!"

The old master seemed agitated when he heard this. He immediately coughed twice, and blood spluttered out of his mouth.

"Grandpa!"

Belinda quickly ran over and used a tissue to mop up the blood. "Your illness is truly worsening. Grandpa. What should we do?" After she said that, she ran back and grabbed Fane's hand. "Sir, has my grandfather truly been poisoned? You can tell? Since you know that he's been poisoned, can you tell what poison it is? You'll know how to treat it, right? Don't worry. Just treat him. We have the money for it if you do!"

Fane suddenly felt embarrassed, his hand being gripped by a woman-and a young woman in her early twenties, at that. He gently extricated his hand. "Miss Watson, I've just taken one look at him for now," he said slowly. "I haven't done a proper checkup on him, so I don't know the full condition. I'll need to take his pulse before I can be sure of anything!" "All right. Please do so, sir!"

Belinda spoke excitedly, as though she were holding on to a lifeline.

"Stop talking rubbish. How could he have been poisoned? If poison were the case, how could we have completely missed it? The old master simply lacks strength now, and everything is normal asides from the fact that he coughs blood."

Dr. Newman huffed indignantly.

They had been running the checkup for half a day now, using all sorts of machines to run a diagnosis, and still, they could not tell what was wrong with the old master. Now if a young upstart was able to tell everything from a single glance, it was akin to slapping all of them across the faces.

It would be extremely embarrassing if word of this got out!

Fane noticed that the specialist would not let the matter drop, so he said, "A piece of advice for you, leave now. At least you'll be spared of the embarrassment if I can really tell what's wrong!"