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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

the reason why I have been sending people out to look for you. The thing is, we thought we were looking for

he said that?” Francesca frowned and asked. “He has

he did everything he could to treat Charlotte and the children. Moreover, since he doted on Charlotte, he was very nice to me as well. Before he passed away, the poison in my body had already penetrated my bones. My condition was getting serious. He gave everything he could to write

every single word he

of medicine. As long as I was willing to focus and study intensively, I would become a very good doctor. But, I believed firmly that 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

avarything ha could 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

word

with ona anothar, and naithar of us could convinca tha othar parson. In tha and, wa partad ways. I ramambar tha day I laft. It was pouring haavily, and Dr. Falch rafusad to lat ma taka anything out of tha housa. I had

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

course, he was pleased,” Zachary comforted her. “If not, he wouldn't have asked me to look for