Chapter 25: A Special Appointment

Feeling slightly irritated, Fabricio noticed Iggy Harrison suddenly presenting a check, "This is two million dollars, as a consultation fee for myself and Lavelle. Additionally, if you agree to help me with this small favor, I, Iggy Harrison, promise that the Harrison family will owe you a favor." "How about it, Dr. Harrison? Would you consider granting me this small request?" Fabricio remained silent for a moment before shaking his head and sighing, "Mr. Harrison, this puts me in a difficult position." Iggy earnestly replied, "Dr. Harrison, my brother's character has always been like this since childhood, and I’ve never found a good way to deal with it. But now, I see this as a great opportunity!" "Of course, I'm not asking you to pretend nothing happened. You have every right to discipline him. My only request is that you show a bit of mercy at the crucial moment. It’s a sincere plea from an elder brother, hoping for your understanding." Fabricio nodded and, with some reluctance, accepted the check. "Since you’ve put it this way, Mr. Harrison, it would be rude of me not to agree. Rest assured, I’ll be moderate in my actions." Iggy gave him a meaningful look and smiled, "Then I'll be in your debt, Dr. Harrison." "Mr. Harrison, you're too kind." Having said all he needed, Iggy asked Fabricio to push him out of the room. Once outside, Jephthah mentioned, "Dr. Harrison, it's embarrassing to say, but we were so focused on our father that we let Harve slip away. What do you think..." Fabricio was momentarily taken aback, then waved it off nonchalantly, "Let him run. I can't be bothered with such people." His indifference was partly due to Harve being afflicted with the Peach Blossom Curse. Would he dare not come back for help? His life wouldn’t last long otherwise! "Right," Fabricio suddenly remembered, patting his forehead, "I almost forgot. Although Mr. Harrison has recovered, he still needs a few more prescriptions. Please wait, I’ll write them out." Iggy and his son were left wondering if Fabricio had genuinely forgotten or if it was a strategic move. Iggy chuckled to himself, admiring Fabricio's caution. With his young age and extraordinary medical skills, coupled with his mastery in geomancy and his earlier demonstration with the stainless-steel table, Fabricio was a man of great prudence and talent. The Harrison family couldn't afford to miss out on such an extraordinary individual. Iggy was determined to find a way to forge a strong friendship with Fabricio. Who could guarantee that today's events wouldn't recur? And for someone like Fabricio, capable of miraculous cures, no wealthy family or powerhouse could afford to overlook him, especially after witnessing his abilities firsthand. After writing the prescriptions and sending off the Harrison family, Fabricio prepared to return to his ward. Just then, Wilton approached briskly with a group of people. Graydon Zeigler frowned and said, "Young Harrison, why are you passing up such a golden opportunity to make a name for traditional Chinese medicine?" Fabricio, taken aback, replied helplessly, "Mr. Zeigler, have you considered the consequences if people found out about my ability to cure sudden cerebral infarction? From today onwards, aside from becoming famous, what other outcomes would I face?" Graydon opened his mouth but then fell silent. Countless powerful people would undoubtedly seek Fabricio for medical help, not limited to stroke patients. Such fame comes with unimaginable dangers, as seen today. If Fabricio wasn't there and they couldn't treat Iggy, how would things have turned out? Shaking his head with a sigh, Fabricio said, "I just think it's a pity." "Let it be, Mr. Zeigler," Wilton suddenly interjected, "Since Dr. Harrison has his own plans, don't worry about it." Pausing, Wilton addressed Fabricio, "Dr. Harrison..." Fabricio raised his hand, slightly awkward, "Dean Ford, please call me by my name, or 'Young Harrison' like Mr. Zeigler does. The title 'Dr. Harrison' makes me uncomfortable." "Such modesty at a young age is rare," Wilton said, not insisting further. He then proposed, "Young Harrison, I wanted to discuss again the matter of inviting you to join our hospital. You name your terms if you decide to come." Finishing his offer, Wilton and the group of experts and professors looked at him with anticipation. If they could bring in someone who had solved a global medical mystery, the prestige it would bring to Jefferton Province's First People's Hospital was immeasurable. But Fabricio shook his head, "Thank you for the kind offer, Dean Ford, but I’ve decided to open my own clinic in the future. So, I must decline." If it weren’t for Harve and the two million dollars in his pocket, Fabricio wouldn't have refused. But after the previous manipulations, why should he plunge himself into such turmoil? Seeing the disappointment in Wilton's eyes, Fabricio remained resolute. Wilton then made a secondary offer, "How about this? I formally invite you to be a special consultant for our hospital. You won't need to sit in regularly, just assist in special cases." "And there’s a salary, fifty thousand dollars a month. What do you think?" Fabricio hardly hesitated before accepting the offer. Given his nature, if someone like Mr. Zeigler made a request and the patient's family showed him due respect, he wouldn’t ignore it even without payment, let alone with a salary. It was an offer he couldn’t refuse.