Rebirth of the Deadly Beauty

Chapter 569

"Mr. Kaufman, hello." The blond-haired, blue-eyed man leading the group greeted Alfred in clumsy Culomian.

Behind him, the others were already unpacking their cases. They displayed cutting-edge medical equipment to everyone in the living room.

Alfred nodded at Paul, while Jude, upon hearing the introduction, looked at Asher with newfound respect. It was clear he had heard of Dr. Paul's reputation.

"Asher, you've really outdone yourself by managing to invite Mr. Smith!"

"I have some connections with Mr. Smith," Asher replied with a grin. "So, when he came to Havaria for a symposium, I convinced him to stop by Riverdale."

He beamed with pride and added, "With Mr. Smith here, Grandpa Alfred's illness is bound to be cured!"

"Well, that's quite the coincidence," Alfred said with a slight smile. "Jude also invited a doctor for me-a renowned physician from Willow Creek Clinic." He glanced at Yolanda thoughtfully.

"This can be considered a collision between modern and traditional medicine, right?"

Asher raised an eyebrow. His eyes landed on Yolanda. Only then did he notice her

you're joking,

up and down. He didn't believe in so-called traditional medicine. In his experience, practitioners were usually elderly men, who were well past their

young lady is supposed to be

interjected in a stern tone.

Jude, you've been tricked,"

Treat an illness? Don't make me laugh! Traditional medicine is nothing but a scam. They use old stories to mislead people. Aren't there enough cases of people getting hurt

that doesn't mean you should just grasp at straws. The medical resources in

haven't you already seen all the best doctors in the country? Has your

a loss for words. He couldn't immediately prove Yolanda's

it was a sign of guilt and became even more dismissive. He turned to Yolanda. His impatience was

kind-hearted and won't hold you accountable, but I can't stand people who use traditional medicine to deceive others. If you keep spouting nonsense, don't blame me for trying to teach you

type to actually hit a woman, but he had no problem using threats to intimidate

her brow. Instead of defending herself, she said something completely unrelated. "How's the wig