chapter 14 There's something fishy about this

Timothy quickly urged everyone to step back.
Maxwell strode over to Hudson, grabbed his collar, and yanked him up, simultaneously delivering two hard punches to his chest.
"What are you doing? B*stard! Let go of my father! Someone, grab him for me!"
Timothy's eyes were red. He thought Maxwell was venting his anger on the corpse.
"If you don't want to die, stay away!"
Maxwell coldly glanced at the crowd, his chilling aura causing everyone to involuntarily take a few steps back.
He casually grabbed a sofa towel and flipped Hudson over, then delivered several heavy slaps to his back.
Blergh!
Hudson suddenly opened his mouth, and black blood sprayed onto the sofa towel.
Hiss...
After spitting out a mouthful of blood, Hudson suddenly took a deep breath and opened his eyes. "I... I'm not dead?"
"Yeah! With me here, you won't die." Maxwell pointed to the sofa towel soaked with fresh blood. "Burn it with fire, don't touch the blood."
Standing not far away, Timothy cautiously asked, "Dad, how do you feel?"
Hudson took a breath. "Much better now! Just now, I felt like I was at death's door. I thought I saw your grandfather!"
Timothy couldn't help but grin. It's said that people about to die would have hallucinations, seeing deceased ancestors. It seemed that Hudson had indeed been on the brink of death just now.
"Hudson..." Lily also asked, "How do you feel? Did you feel any pain from his beating just now?"
Hudson waved his hand. "I feel much better. I've never felt this good before!"
At this moment, Brody regained his senses and saw that Hudson was unharmed, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
It was truly a narrow escape!
If Hudson hadn't made it through today, his fate would have been truly grim.
This young man who suddenly appeared could be considered Brody's lifesaver.
Hudson smiled and said, "This time, I really owe the young miracle doctor."
"Chief Harrison, no need to be polite. Just call me Maxwell..." Maxwell took his pulse and said, "There's no major issue, but be careful not to overexert yourself for a month."
By now, Brody had stood up and bowed deeply to Maxwell. "I'm ashamed! I was offensive just now. I hope you can forgive me. Today's events made me realize there are talents beyond talents. Could you please enlighten me on where I went wrong?"
Maxwell didn't have a good impression of Brody initially, as he seemed to rely too much on his age and status. But seeing his quick change of attitude after realizing his mistake, coupled with his humble demeanor, Maxwell explained, "Your Seven-Star Nourishing Soup consists of the main ingredients of centennial polygonum, astragalus, and rehmannia, along with nineteen auxiliary herbs, including licorice, dried ginger, ophiopogon... "
Brody couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine. The Seven-Star Nourishing Soup was a concoction he had meticulously researched and improved upon from ancient formulas. Even his apprentice didn't know all the ingredients. Yet Maxwell, without even tasting, could discern all the herbs. His medical skills far surpassed Brody's.
"Although Chief Harrison appears frail, it's just superficial!"
"When you took his pulse, it was actually very stable and strong."
"But he couldn't even muster the strength to stand up."
"For someone who struggles just to stand, how could he have such a stable and strong pulse?"
"With such strange pulse readings, you dared to prescribe such a strong tonic for him."
"When you prescribe this medicine, all its potency concentrates directly into the heart meridian. How could Chief Harrison's heart withstand such an impact?"
"Do you think it's unfair for me to call you a quack?"
Brody's mind was like a thunderclap. "Th-this... Um... You're right! I-I-I almost made a grave mistake!"
He suddenly knelt and said, "Young miracle doctor, I deeply feel the vastness and profundity of medical knowledge. My research has yielded little progress. Please, teach me. I am willing to be your disciple!"
Maxwell was startled and quickly stepped aside. "Please get up. We can exchange medical knowledge in the future, but I haven't been officially recognized by any medical institution to take on disciples. I'm not at the level to accept disciples. I absolutely cannot agree to this!"
The others were also stunned by Brody's actions. This old man with a white beard actually knelt to a young man.
However, some secretly admired Brody's willingness to lower his status to learn medical skills from a younger person. Such magnanimity was commendable.
Seeing Maxwell's firm attitude, Brody could only stand up regretfully, making a mental note of today's lesson from Maxwell.
When leaving the Harrison residence, the Harrison family expressed profuse gratitude to Maxwell and Nora, escorting them almost to the doorstep of Nora's home.
Upon entering, Nora snorted, "Maxwell, these people don't know how to appreciate favors!"
Maxwell chuckled and said, "You brought me here to treat Chief Harrison as a favor, didn't you? Besides... Chief Harrison's condition is indeed peculiar, and that Brody is quite unlucky."
"Peculiar?"
"He's been poisoned."
"Poisoned? What did you do at that time..." Before she could finish, Nora chuckled, reaching out to pinch Maxwell's face. "Not bad! You have such foresight! It seems the Xelooe Palace made the right decision in choosing you!"
Maxwell protested by turning his head and said, "Nora, let go! I'm not a child anymore!"
Nora laughed heartily and replied, "Why do I always feel like I want to discipline you?"
Maxwell quickly moved aside. "Hey, Nora! I'm talking about serious matters, please be serious! Chief Harrison's poisoning incident could be another favor you could cash in!"
Nora fell silent for a moment, then sneered, "This poison is aimed at Chief Harrison on the surface, but in secret, it's targeting your husband!"
"Huh? Why is that?"
Nora's expression turned serious.
"Although your husband is a frontrunner for the next chief position, he still lacks a few years in seniority."
"If Chief Harrison were to die now, it would be very detrimental to your husband's succession."
"If someone were to spread rumors that it was your husband who killed Chief Harrison, it would be even more troublesome."
Maxwell frowned and added, "Nora, it seems someone is plotting against you. Do you want me to help find this person?"
"Your kindness doesn't go unnoticed, Maxwell. I value your thoughtfulness, even if I don't express it openly," Nora sneered, "Don't forget what I do. Want to plot against me? Hmph! You don't need to worry about this. Focus on the affairs of the Xelooe Palace! It's getting late. Let's have dinner before you leave. I'll personally cook for you."
Maxwell grinned and said, "All right! That's my pleasure."
...
Nora's cooking skills were superb. Although it was just a few home-cooked dishes, they were still delicious and fragrant, satisfying Maxwell's appetite.
Just as he put down his cutleries, Maxwell's phone rang. He answered, hearing Avery's anxious voice, "Maxwell! Hurry to the Skywater Grand Hotel. Abigail is being forced to drink. I can't stop them. Hurry and take her away. If you arrive late, prepare to be cuckolded!"