Chapter 9: Flattery

The young man with a square face, Jephthah, Iggy's son, felt a sinking in his heart and hurriedly asked, "Doctor, how is my dad's condition?" "Well…" Subconsciously glancing at Wilton, and seeing his nod, Jack whispered, "Mr. Harrison, your father suffered a stroke in the brainstem, and there' s already swelling, the situation... is very serious." All the family members changed their expressions upon hearing this, and Jephthah said eagerly, "Then what are you waiting for? Arrange the surgery quickly!" "..." Jack did not respond but glanced again at Wilton, who then turned his attention to Graydon. As an expert in internal medicine, Graydon couldn't avoid it. With a wry smile, he quickly scanned the report, understood the situation, and cautiously said, "Mr. Harrison, arranging the surgery is not an issue, but as a doctor, I still have to address some concerns upfront.” Pausing briefly to carefully phrase his words, he continued, "Firstly, cerebral infarction is irreversible, once it occurs, some brain tissue is bound to suffer infarction." "Secondly, given that your father's stroke is in the brainstem, not only does this increase the risk of death, but even if he is saved, he is likely to be paralyzed, aphasic, or even..." "What!? Paralysis? Aphasia?" Before the last word "blind" could be uttered, the expressions of everyone in the Harrison family changed. One of them, even without hesitation, bypassed Jephthah and shouted sternly, "No, absolutely not." "Dean Ford, Dean Zeigler, regardless of the means, my father must wake up before noon tomorrow, and he must not be paralyzed, let alone aphasic." "Indeed!" Another person, frowning, added firmly, "If you accomplish this, our Harrison family will donate instruments worth three-million-dollar. If not... no, it must be done!" Fuck! All the medical staff were collectively infuriated upon hearing this. How could this person be so completely unreasonable? Wilton and others felt their hearts sink to the depths. The most worrisome issue had indeed arisen. With a soft sigh, Wilton offered a wry smile, "Everyone, Dean Zeigler just mentioned that cerebral infarction is an irreversible condition with an extremely high fatality rate, once it occurs, it is very difficult to save the patient, as for the post-surgery complications...that's beyond our control." "No, I don't care, you must..." "Shut up!" Jephthah, with eyes reddened, angrily interrupted, then he turned back to face Wilton again, and asked with bitterness, "Dean Ford, is there really no solution at all?" Wilton shook his head and said, "The first aid and prognosis for cerebral infarction are worldwide challenges. Even if you were to transfer to Mayo Hospital now, the results would likely be no different from what we have here at our Public Hospital." Mayo Hospital is internationally recognized as the top hospital, if even they can't do anything... Jephthah's expression immediately turned to despair. Could it be...that fate intends to obliterate my Harrison family...? But just when everyone appeared crestfallen, an abrupt voice cut in. "Dean, that might not necessarily be the case, have you forgotten, didn't we just meet a miraculous doctor? If it's him, Mr. Harrison... might still have a chance." Uh...a miraculous doctor? The majority of the Harrison family... no, to be precise, most of the people present were stunned upon hearing this. Only Graydon widened his eyes, gazing at Harve with an incredulous look. After a long time, he said in shock and anger, "Vice Dean Garrett, what nonsense are you talking about? How dare you make such a joke casually? Do you realize the gravity of misleading Mr. Harrison?" Wilton also frowned and shouted, "Garrett, be careful what you say!" Unexpectedly, Harve sneered and spoke with resentful eyes, "Dean, I am just stating a fact, using only a few silver needles, that miraculous doctor not only saved a dying patient, but also revived her right there, doesn't such a method deserve the title of a miraculous doctor?" What! ? Using just a few silver needles to save a dying patient and make her instantly conscious? How is that even possible? But the next moment, an unintentional remark from Graydon completely confirmed this statement entirely. His eyes widened angrily, and he yelled at Harve, "Can traumatic blood congestion and pathological infarction be considered the same? These are entirely different conditions, you..." "Indeed, they are not the same." Harve squinted his eyes and added ominously, "But Graydon, didn't you yourself mention the Primordial Nine Needles used by the miraculous doctor, claiming, 'the soul remains intact, life restored once needles are withdrawn', possessing eight miraculous needles capable of reviving the dead, right?" "In that case, isn't it be possible to cure a mere cerebral infarction?" What? ? ? the soul remains intact, life restored once needles are withdrawn? Reviving the dead, eight miraculous needles? I really doubt you are bragging, and I have substantial evidence! But just as someone was about to intervene, Jephthah suddenly stepped forward, locking eyes with Graydon, and asked pointedly, "Dean Zeigler, is what Dean Garrett said true?" Graydon's heart suddenly skipped a beat at this question, and he wanted to help Fabricio in evading this, but the entire hospital was aware of this issue. And the cost of deceiving the Harrison family... After a moment of silence, he finally smiled bitterly and slowly said, "Mr. Harrison, there is some truth to that, but..." Before he could finish, Jephthah forcibly interrupted, demanding, "Call him, I want to see him, now, immediately!" "..." Harve... this is unforgivable! Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Graydon sighed softly, "He has a family matter to attend to, he is currently at the police station, I'm afraid he won't be able to come." "Police station?" Jephthah frowned upon hearing this. After a pause, he slowly said, "Which police station?" Meanwhile, after over an hour's drive, Fabricio finally arrived at the West Lake District Police Station, he finally knew why his non-violent brother Davey got into a fight. "Kocsis!" His gaze swept over the woman's face before landing on the man beside her. Fabricio's gaze turned icy, unsettling anyone who met his eyes. "Kocsy." As if dissatisfied with Fabricio's gaze, the man stopped Kocsis with one hand, frowned and asked, "Is he that idiot's brother, your ex-boyfriend?" Kocsis, dressed in a yellow crop top and denim shorts, twisted her waist, snuggled into the man's embrace, and said in a coquettish, "Jarell, I've told you, I was just naive before and I was deceived by him, so he is not my boyfriend." "What did you say!? Kocsis, you..." Before Davey could finish, Fabricio grabbed him, shook his head and reminded, "Calm down, this is the police station." "But she..." "It's okay." Fabricio smiled at him and said calmly, "She's just a drama queen. A break up is no big deal." Now it was Kocsis turn to be angry, she raised her eyebrows and scolded in a sweet voice, "Fabricio, how dare you scold me?"