Chapter 17: Win People Over with Virtue

The Harrison family was completely stunned. A scammer? What does that mean? Wasn't Fabricio the one he introduced? And previously, he clearly said he was a divine doctor. How come, in just a short while, Fabricio has turned into a scammer in his mouth? However, Harve failed to notice the strange expressions of the Harrison family. At this moment, he was in an extremely excited state. His expression was fierce as he said, "Little brat, you probably don't know yet, right? Lavelle's illness was personally diagnosed by me. It's just a common intestinal colic. Now, you say he's poisoned and claim you're not a scammer?" "Sensible people, I advise you to kneel down immediately, confess clearly where you heard about Mr. Harrison's illness, and obediently get out of here, otherwise..." Before he could finish his sentence, a fist fiercely smashed into his face. "Ah!!!" Harve screamed as he fell to the ground. He covered his cheek with one hand, his face full of astonishment, "Mr. Harrison, why did you hit me?" He felt wronged, incredibly wronged. Clearly, Fabricio was the scammer, so why the hell did you hit me? In the next moment, Jephthah gave him the answer. With his eyes burning red, he looked at him fiercely and said, "Scammer? Now you're telling me he's a scammer? Why did you tell me before that he was a divine doctor? Huh? Tell me!" Damn! Harve was instantly stunned. I've exposed myself? Really speechless. At this moment, Harve wished he could give himself a hard slap. You're so pleased with yourself for no reason? Now, you've admitted it. Forcefully swallowing a spit, Harve licked his face and hurriedly explained, "No, Mr. Harrison, please listen to my explanation." "Get lost!" With a forceful kick to his face, Jephthah couldn't contain his anger. "My father is on the verge of danger, the situation is urgent, and you dare to use me? Do you think my Harrison family can't get rid of you?" "What? Can't we!?" With every sentence, Jephthah kicked him again, causing Harve to scream miserably, howling in pain. He was genuinely infuriated. Of course, if it weren't for the incident about the "Peach Blossom Curse" that Graydon mentioned to him, he wouldn't have realized that Harve was using him. But "Dr. Harrison" was brought up by him first. Now, as soon as he turned around, Harve laughed and said that Fabricio was a scammer. With these two facts combined, how could he not realize the problem? This bastard, it was undoubtedly because Fabricio made him lose face, so he wanted to use the Harrison family's power to help him deal with Fabricio. How to deal with it? If Fabricio couldn't cure his father, the Harrison family would definitely vent their anger on him. The possibility of this happening was easily over 70%! After figuring all this out, how could Jephthah not be furious? Damn, I'm going to beat you to death today!" "Ah, forgive me, Mr. Harrison, forgive me!!!" Listening to the continuous screams and cries around him, Dean Ford and others finally reacted. They hurriedly rushed forward to pull the two apart, and at the same time, they urgently persuaded, "Mr. Harrison, please don't hit him again. If you keep going like this, something bad might happen, Mr. Harrison." "If something happens, so be it. Can't my Harrison family afford it?" Armel's face was full of anger. "Even my Harrison family dares to play with. You, damn thing, you're really asking for trouble!" "But, Mr. Harrison, if you keep causing a commotion like this, Mr. Harrison may not be able to hold on any longer." When these words were spoken, Jephthah finally woke up. He stopped the beating and turned to face Fabricio. "Dr. Harrison, please trouble you to treat my father first." "Uh...?" "Wait, wait a minute." Raiden looked bewildered. "Did I hear it wrong? Jephthah, what did you say? You want this scammer to treat your father?" The others looked at Jephthah with expressions of confusion, absurdity, and disbelief. Is he crazy? Of course, Jephthah was not crazy. He said coldly, "Dr. Harrison is not a scammer. I will explain this matter to you later. Now, don't waste time here. Move aside!" "No!" Raiden insisted stubbornly. "No matter what Garrett said before, one thing is clear. He can't even determine what disease Lavelle has. With his level, even if he's not a scammer, can he really help?" "I absolutely disagree with letting such a guy treat my big brother!" "Second Uncle, you..." Fabricio stepped forward and stopped him. "Don't be in a hurry. I am someone who likes to win people over with virtue. Since Lord Harrison doesn't believe, I will prove it to him." Raiden smiled sarcastically. "What? Do you want to prove that my son is really poisoned?" "Not only that," Fabricio smiled, "I will also make you all convinced." "But what if I'm not convinced?" Raiden's eyes were cold. "Then, it won't be as simple as kneeling and crawling out of here." The smile on Fabricio's face finally completely disappeared. He really disliked such people. Feeling embarrassed by his nephew, he vented his anger on him. Did he really think he was easy to bully? With slightly narrowed eyes, Fabricio said indifferently, "If I can't make you convinced, then do as you wish. But if you are convinced..." Pointing to the stainless steel table next to him, he said word by word, "Then you must eat it for me, not a single bite less!" Jephthah's heart suddenly sank when he heard this. He seemed to realize something, but before he could stop it, Raiden sneered and said, "Sure, as long as you can make me convinced!" No wonder he agreed so readily. He simply didn't believe that Fabricio could do it. But Fabricio laughed again. He turned his head to Lavelle and said, "If I'm not mistaken, you should have eaten some wild animal in the past week, right?" Lavelle almost instinctively answered, "How did you know?" But upon second thought, he sneered, "I was almost fooled by you. For people like us, eating some wild animals is not something that can be easily guessed, right? What's so rare about it." He felt no shame at all. "Of course, it's not surprising, because, except for a few who are still in remote mountain villages or coastal fishermen, the consumption of wild animals is indeed led by the rich and wealthy." Therefore, it can be guessed that, at least on the surface, it's not something too rare. "Oh, really?" But Fabricio smiled, his eyes playful. "Let me guess again. Is it a snake? Frog? Lizard? Anyway, it must be a cold-blooded animal, right?" "You..." Pupils contracted suddenly, Lavelle couldn't help it this time. He exclaimed in shock, "How did you know?" Others were also astonished at his words. If Fabricio's previous words still had a considerable element of speculation, what about this time? Damn, this isn't guessing whether he went to a nightclub or restaurant in the past week; it's about wild animals, and it's even accurate to cold-blooded ones. Moreover, it's within a week? The crowd's gaze unconsciously fell on Fabricio. They were equally curious and astonished. How did this young man... figure it out? Or is Lavelle... really poisoned?