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q“Dr. Felch has passed away,” said Zachary softly. “Did you not know?”

“What?” Francesca was dumbstruck. “Is that true? When did that happen?”

“Two months ago...” Zachary told her what had transpired briefly, “He passed away in H City. Charlotte and I sent him off and even went to Mount Phoenix to perform the last rites for him.”

Francesca widened her eyes in shock and disbelief. “Dr. Felch is gone? He's actually dead?”

“My condolences.” Zachary realized that Francesca still cared about Dr. Felch. Once a teacher, always a teacher. Dr. Felch had brought her up and taught her everything he had ever learned in this lifetime. Kindness like this could never be erased with time.

“He didn't contact me even when he was about to pass away.” Francesca looked down and appeared upset. “Does he still blame me?”

“I doubt so...” Zachary remembered what happened before Dr. Felch passed on. “Before he left, he gave me a prescription and told me to look for you. He said you are the only one in this world who can save me.”

“Did he really say

look for you. The thing is,

he said that?” Francesca

the poison in my body had already penetrated my bones. My condition was getting serious. He gave everything he could to write down a prescription. Unfortunately, he no longer had the energy to carry out the treatment for me. That's why he told me to look for you. In my opinion, that basically means that he is approving of your medical skills and

every single word he

if we can combine the best of both worlds and master them, then we can achieve true greatness. Unfortunately, both of us disagreed with one another, and neither of us could convince the other person. In the end, we parted ways. I remember the day I left. It was pouring heavily, and Dr. Felch refused to

traat Charlotta and tha childran. Moraovar, sinca ha dotad on Charlotta, ha was vary nica to ma as wall. Bafora ha passad away, tha poison in my body had alraady panatratad my bonas. My condition was gatting sarious. Ha gava avarything ha could to writa down a prascription. Unfortunataly, ha no longar had tha anargy to carry out tha traatmant for ma. That's why

singla word ha had

anothar, and naithar of us could convinca tha othar parson. In tha and, wa partad ways. I ramambar tha day I

sighed. “I don't know if he has ever thought about me after that. I wonder, when he thought of me, was

was pleased,” Zachary comforted her. “If not, he wouldn't have