chapter 12 Prepare for the funeral

Maximilian turned around to see a twenty-something-year-old girl standing at the door. She was beautiful and tall, with a ponytail giving her an air of vigor and vitality.
"What are you doing? Don't you know my grandpa is severely ill and shouldn't be disturbed?"
The girl, angry, entered the room. She was Moros's daughter, Seraphim's granddaughter, Sara Kendyll.
Sara was stubborn. She had studied in America for three years, but instead of joining the family business upon her return, she had chosen to join the police force. She was now the deputy captain of the criminal police team.
"Sara, when did you get back?" Moros greeted, "This is Dr. Maximilian Karsyn, he's here to treat your grandfather."
"He's so young, has he even graduated from medical school?"
Seeing that Maximilian was even younger than herself, a look of disdain flashed across Sara's face. She clearly didn't take him seriously.
Moros, a bit embarrassed, said, "Sara, be polite. Dr. Karsyn is a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine."
"Traditional Chinese medicine? What a joke. It's unreliable, let alone from someone so young."
Sara, raised with a western education and having returned from studying in America, had no respect for traditional Chinese medicine.
She continued, "Dad, let me introduce you. This is my friend Dr. Lucian Deangelo, a cardiopulmonary specialist from the capital."
Only then did Moros notice a forty-something-year-old doctor standing at the door, followed by four or five assistants in white coats, carrying various medical equipment.
Sara continued, "Dr. Deangelo is a doctoral graduate from America, a leading internal medicine specialist in the capital. He has unique research in cardiology and pulmonology and has published twenty or thirty papers in journals sponsored by the World Medical Association.
Just a few days ago, Dr. Deangelo received an invitation from the World Medical Association and will soon become a member.
This time, Dr. Deangelo has put aside many tasks to come and treat grandpa."
Hearing the list of titles, Moros hurriedly said, "Dr. Deangelo, thank you for your hard work."
Lucian nodded arrogantly, then said, "No need to find other doctors for the old man's illness, especially those clueless practitioners of traditional medicine. Can those herbs and bark really cure anyone?"
Hearing these words, Maximilian's face immediately darkened.
You may like to show off, but there's no need to belittle traditional Chinese medicine.
Solarius's face also became extremely gloomy. As someone who had devoted his life to traditional Chinese medicine, he naturally couldn't accept others looking down on it.
Sara, utterly oblivious to the two men's expressions, turned to Lucian and said, "Dr. Deangelo, my grandfather's illness is in your hands."
"Don't worry, I will provide the most advanced treatment in the world for the old man."
After Lucian finished speaking, his assistants took out various medical instruments and began to conduct various tests on Seraphim.
Moros looked a bit embarrassed at Solarius and Maximilian, "Uncle Prisca, I'm sorry. You know how this girl is, she speaks without thinking. Don't take it to heart.
You two rest first, and when they're done, you can examine my father."
His words were polite, but it was clear that between Lucian and Maximilian, he had chosen the former.
"Since someone is treating the old man, we'll leave first."
Maximilian, as the inheritor of the Ancient Medical Sect, had the dignity of a doctor and never begged to treat anyone.
Since the Kendyll family didn't trust him, there was no need for him to stay.
As he turned to leave, Solarius grabbed him.
"Maximilian, don't rush off. In my opinion, these people can't cure Mr. Kendyll.
Over the years, Mr. Kendyll has seen many western medical experts and professors, but none of them have any solutions. I'm afraid we'll have to trouble Maximilian later."
He was also very dissatisfied with the behavior of the Kendyll family, but considering his old friend's life and death, he couldn't care about so much.
Maximilian said, "Old Mr. Prisca, it's not that I don't want to give you face, but I always believe in fate when it comes to treating patients. I never beg to treat anyone."
Solarius said, "Maximilian, if we leave now, it's equivalent to admitting that traditional Chinese medicine is inferior to western medicine, which will make those people even more arrogant.
What we should do now is to cure Mr. Kendyll, slap them in the face with our medical skills, and make traditional Chinese medicine proud."
His words moved Maximilian. As the inheritor of the Ancient Medical Sect, he should indeed do something for traditional Chinese medicine.
You think you're great, Lucian? You're a specialist in western medicine? You're famous all over China? Well, today I'm going to slap you in the face and show you what real ancient Chinese medicine is.
With that thought, he decided to stay with Solarius.
Moros was very surprised at Solarius's attitude towards Maximilian. He didn't know what this young man had done to earn Mr. Prisca's high regard.
Over at Lucian's side, he and his assistants were conducting one test after another on Seraphim, and in the end, a pile of reports gathered in his hands.
Looking at the test results in his hand, his brow furrowed more and more.
Sara anxiously asked, "Dr. Deangelo, how is my grandpa's illness? Is there still hope?"
Lucian sighed and shook his head, "It's too late. Start preparing for the end."
"What? Dr. Deangelo, can't you think of another way?"
She had the best relationship with her grandfather and naturally didn't want to see old Mr. Kendyll pass away.
Moros also anxiously said, "Yes, Dr. Deangelo, you are a specialist in cardiopulmonary medicine, you must think of a way.
As long as you can cure my father, no matter the cost, the Kendyll family is willing to bear it."
Lucian shook his head, "I'm sorry, I am a specialist, but I can't cure every disease.
The old man's illness has been dragged on for too long, and with his advanced age and declining physical functions, even a god couldn't help. It's time to prepare for the end."
Moros and Sara both looked disappointed. From the bottom of their hearts, neither of them wanted to see this outcome.
Then, someone next to them said, "Is this your western medical expert? After studying in America for so many years, all you learned is how to tell patients' families to prepare for the end?"
The speaker was naturally Maximilian. He was indeed dissatisfied with Lucian's approach. He had just been full of big talk, looking down on everyone, acting like he was the god of doctors.
But when it came down to it, he had no solutions, only telling people to prepare for the end. What kind of doctor was this?
"Kid, what are you talking about?"
Lucian, as an internal medicine specialist in the capital, was always flattered wherever he went. When had he ever been so reprimanded?
He angrily said, "Doctors are not gods, and not all diseases can be cured. The patient's condition is severe, it's not that I'm incompetent, it's that no one can do anything."
Maximilian sneered, "No one can do anything? Who gave you the courage to say such words? Can you represent all the doctors in the world?"