Rebirth of the Deadly Beauty

Chapter 572

"Stop talking nonsense! Even the best doctor in Havaria would not dare make such promises!" Asher said with a sneer. "For Grandpa Alfred's condition, only a snake oil salesman would guarantee a cure!"

"Ms. Henderson must be confident if she's making such a promise," Jude said in Yolanda's defense.

He was regaining his composure now. He was so panicked after hearing about his father's diagnosis that he had nearly forgotten that he'd specifically invited Yolanda to treat him.

After all, Yolanda had managed to save the critically ill Jude when all the doctors at the district hospital said they could not save him. That was why Jude had absolute faith in her medical abilities.

"Young lady, medicine is a serious matter and not something to brag about!" Paul frowned at Yolanda as he lectured her in broken Culomian. "Your words could affect patients greatly. You should be more careful!

"When I was your age, I had only just graduated early from medical school and started my residency. Your arrogance at such a young age is... is ridiculous!"

chimed in, "Stop bragging. If you can cure Grandpa Alfred, I'll worship the ground you

can cure Mr. Kaufman Senior, I'll gladly become your

was. Now, he behaved even more aggressively. "But if you're lying, I'll break your legs myself to teach you a lesson. We'll see if you dare to say such things

turned to Alfred. After all, the

weighed his options. Medical treatment could be a matter of

looking at Yolanda's confident demeanor, he found himself unable to refuse. Surprisingly, he realized he was not

you really cure me?" Alfred

"With no

then! I'll let you treat me." Alfred let out a

Yolanda pulled out her set of silver needles from her coat pocket and placed them on the coffee