Chapter 67: Direct Successor

 

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Jon’s expression remained unchanged as he answered, “It’s Dr. Zabe.”

 

At once, Joel got ready to instruct his subordinates to invite him over.

 

However, Jon stopped him. He said, “He’s already very old, and has even become somewhat absent-minded and bedridden. But I’ve heard that he took in a student who inherited all of his skills. Unfortunately, this person is very mysterious. No one knows where they are.”

 

Joel frowned. His gaze fell on Ian who was lying on the bed.

 

Jon contemplated for a while before he spoke again. He said, “I can keep Mr. Smith alive, but you’ll have to either let him rekindle his will to live or find Dr. Zabe’s student.”

 

Joel nodded, a bit of a sharp look appearing in his flirtatious eyes. “In that case, please help my uncle regain consciousness as soon as possible, Mr. Myers.”

 

“Okay.”

 

Jon took out a silver needle and pierced it into several important points on Ian. Then, he took out a pill, crushed it, and stuffed it into his mouth.

 

After some work, Ian’s heartbeat became steady again.

 

 

Jon wiped the sweat off his brows and said to Joel, “Mr. Smith should be able to wake up tomorrow. I’ll have Tina personally come over to check on him every day and do our best to keep him alive until you find Dr. Zabe’s successor.”

 

A smile formed on Joel’s countenance once more. “Okay, I’ll get the butler to send you out.”

 

After the two of them left, a feminine and delicate voice suddenly rang out. “Joel, he’s obviously capable of curing Dad, yet he keeps going on and on here with you instead. Also, Dr. Zabe? He sure says a lot of nonsense.”

 

Joel smiled upon hearing this.

 

He turned around to see an attractive figure walk in—it was Ian’s adopted daughter, Yvonne Smith.

 

Ian never married in his whole life, choosing to only adopt a daughter. All the other children born into the Smiths were boys, so they doted on their one and only younger sister very much.

 

Uncle Ian’s illness, what’s the big deal about

 

her tongue and cast her eyes

 

the Smiths in New York, but no

 

and generous, but Yvonne always felt

 

of

 

a full ten minutes for the car to go from the villa where Ian lived to the gate of

 

when she saw that they were on the main road

 

deathbed. Even he himself doesn’t want to live anymore; how can we possibly save

 

no external or internal injuries. From a modern medicine perspective, there wasn’t anything

 

his internal organs were

 

his hand—half a pill was resting on his palm. He said, “Go over every day to check his health. Give him a

 

exclaimed, “Sir, that

 

heaved a heavy sigh and answered, “It’s the

 

“That pill is worth a

 

eyelids was loose and saggy. He instructed, “Have someone secretly buy them from Harmonia Pharmacy. Don’t let anyone discover anything. Harmonia Pharmacy has won this round, thanks to the Carefree Pill. If we don’t achieve

 

immediately understood what Jon

 

a name for themselves overnight by using the Carefree Pill to cure the elderly Mrs. Hunt. Additionally, it had also allowed Jon to cement

 

Jon had successfully kept him alive. This was undoubtedly something

 

“Don’t worry, Sir. I’ll make sure I don’t slip up

 

moon was

 

of New York were filled with cars. From a distance, it was as

 

little area amid

 

Anderson and Melissa brought Nora into the

 

gone down and she had completely regained her vision. She looked at Nora kindly and asked, “Nora, Cherry must be five by now, right? It’s not appropriate to just let her

 

about this a long

 

New York was only supposed to be a temporary stay, but now that her son was here, it was likely that she had to

 

nodded and asked, “Which is the

 

and, apart from when she played games, she couldn’t sit still at all, no matter

 

play games—so that she could practice how to focus. However, in truth, the amount of game time she had

 

so that there would be the most professional teachers there to take care

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