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!"

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

Mr. Kaufman Senior, I'll gladly

and Asher were skeptical of Yolanda's abilities. Asher, especially, had already disliked how pretentious Yolanda 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

Asher's threats and turned to Alfred. After all, the final decision rested with him regardless of what

his options. Medical treatment could be a matter of life and death. One wrong move could

to refuse. Surprisingly, he realized he

you really cure me?"

Yolanda nodded. "With

a hearty laugh. "But how do you plan

her set of silver needles from her coat pocket and placed them