The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 91

The pheasant doctor that Philip hired would probably begin trembling from shock after seeing Henry Turner. Therefore, it was obvious that Juan said this just to see Philip make a fool of himself. It was simply out of his league to fight with Juan. Philip’s brows knitted together. He had only said what he said because he did not want to be underestimated by Juan and misunderstood by Wynn. However, Juan’s aggressiveness made Philip feel very uncomfortable. Should he tell them? Philip did not want to burst their bubble. Sighing, he said, “Forget it, as long as you’re happy.” Philip did not want to upset anyone. After all, his mother-in-law had been very concerned about Juan lately. If he provoked Martha, there would not be anything good in store for him. Besides, he had gone to the doctor for his daughter. For that matter, Philip did not feel the need to humiliate Juan. However, this was the only exception. “Haha, Philip, you’re a funny one,” Juan said as he laughed sarcastically. The more he looked at Philip, the more he felt that he was a loser. “To be honest, I’m really curious to see if the doctor you’ve found is competent. After all, this is a big deal. If some quack treats Mila and something goes wrong in the process, will you be able to take responsibility if something goes wrong?” Philip wanted to kill him! Juan’s words were so cruel that even Wynn’s heart thumped when he said them. “Philip, thank you for getting Mila a doctor. However, I feel that she needs a more specialized doctor for her treatment. Let’s leave this matter in the hands of Brother Juan,” Wynn said coldly. She did not want her daughter to die on the operating table. In Philip’s ears, her words sounded like great distrust toward him. Philip felt that it did not matter. It was just that he would lose his dignity a little. As long as it was Henry Turner who treated Mila, why did it matter who found him? “Well, say thank you to Brother Juan. What are you waiting for?” Wynn’s delicate eyebrows furrowed in dissatisfaction toward Philip’s behavior. Juan had helped them so much, yet he was still rooted to the spot like a log. “Thank you,” Philip said. As long as it was a request from Wynn, Philip would oblige. A thank you would not deduct his stature. Juan raised his chin proudly as he dusted off his suit. “You’re welcome.” After staying for a while, Philip made an excuse to find his way to the hospital’s waiting area. Henry Turner could be seen in his gray suit, waiting patiently along with his two apprentices. The moment he saw Philip, Henry walked over respectfully and bowed as he said smilingly, “Mr. Clarke.” His two apprentices, who were standing behind him, were shocked.

Their teacher was an internationally renowned medical professor with a great number of disciples. He had saved at least several hundred, if not several thousand, lives. It was surprising that a teacher so highly respected by everyone and a medical titan decorated with honors would behave so respectfully toward a young man who was dressed ordinarily. Who was he?

did he have? Philip inclined his

examination of Miss Clarke and nurse her health. Philip hummed in response as he said, “Thank you for your trouble, Professor Turner.” Henry panicked as he said hurriedly, “Mr. Clarke, don’t you

didn’t expect to see you