Chapter 66: Chapter 66 - Patriotic Medicine
Perhaps out of respect for Mabel Sean, Jack Schultz treated me quite politely.
On the way to the Schultz family home, Jack smiled and said, "Mr. Raymond, my wife’s illness is quite severe, but luckily, there is already a treatment plan available internationally, which is quite fortunate."
Although Jack’s words were tactful, I could still read between the lines, indicating that he didn’t need me to provide treatment for the illness.
"Mr. Schultz, if there’s a better treatment plan for your wife, then naturally that would be the best outcome. Our goal is to have your wife get healthy," I replied with a smile.
Hearing my response, Jack was overjoyed.
He quickly clasped his hands and said, "Mr. Raymond, rest assured, I have prepared a gift for you as a token of appreciation, and you must accept it."
"That’s really not necessary," I waved my hand.
"Mr. Raymond, please accept it, our family does not like to owe others favors," said Connor Schultz.
It was true, Jack never owed anyone any favors.
I didn’t say anything more, and simply nodded in agreement.
The car sped towards the Schultz family’s residence, and soon stopped at a high-end residential area.
Afterward, I followed Jack up to the apartment.
In the living room, besides the people present, there was a young man in his thirties.
The young man was dressed very elegantly, with an extraordinary demeanor, looking every bit the successful professional.
"Mr. Howe," Jack approached the young man and shook hands with him.
The man identified as Mr. Howe gave a nod, and then his gaze turned to me, his eyes filled with a hint of curiosity.
Seeing this, Jack hurriedly introduced him, "This is Matias Howe, a doctor who has just returned from studying abroad for many years."
Then, Jack turned to me and said, "This is Mr. Raymond."
After that, Jack stood aside and remained silent.
Victor Green couldn’t help but frown, adding, "Our Mr. Raymond has specially come from River City to treat Mrs. Schultz’s illness."
Upon hearing this, Jack’s face immediately showed a touch of embarrassment.
Yet Mr. Howe’s eyebrows furrowed even more, expressing some displeasure: "Mr. Schultz, what do you mean by this? Don’t you trust me?"
"No, no, no," Jack hastily shook his head.
"Mr. Howe, please don’t misunderstand. Mr. Raymond is just here to accompany us," Jack said stiffly.
Matias glanced at me, then snorted, "It’s fine if he’s just accompanying us, but I must warn you, I don’t like being disturbed while treating patients."
A flash of displeasure crossed Victor’s face, but before he could speak, I stopped him with an outstretched hand.
"Mr. Raymond, please have some water first, I’ll accompany Mr. Howe to see the patient," Jack said politely.
After that, Jack and Matias went into the bedroom together.
Connor poured Victor and me a cup of tea in the living room and then chuckled, "Mr. Raymond, are you a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine?"
"Um... I guess you could say that," I nodded.
In the medical knowledge passed down by my father, silver needles were indeed used, which had something to do with traditional Chinese medicine.
But upon hearing this, a trace of contempt flashed across Connor’s face.
"Mr. Raymond, aren’t you aware that traditional Chinese medicine is often fraudulent?" Connor said with a hint of mockery.
I didn’t get angry, as the reputation of Chinese medicine had indeed been tarnished by a group of swindlers.
"Some diseases can only be cured by traditional Chinese medicine. Both Western and Chinese medicine have their advantages and drawbacks," I smiled.
Connor shook his head and did not say anything more.
As time passed by the minute, Jack and Matias finally stepped out about half an hour later.
"Mr. Schultz, there is no need to worry about your wife’s illness. It is simply hypoglycemia leading to a state of mental disorientation," Matias said lightly.
"By the way, in traditional Chinese medicine, it is called hypoglycemia-induced Yang depletion and a lack of nourishment for the body and mind," Matias added, turning to me with a provocative glare.
Actually, I had no idea about these terms as I had never learned traditional Chinese medicine and was unfamiliar with these professional terminologies.
Jack sighed and said, "We’ve had it checked at the hospital, and that’s what they said there too. But after all the medicine she’s taken, there’s been no improvement whatsoever."
Matias spoke with a touch of pride, "Chuzzle’s hospitals lack resources, and their equipment and herbs are already many years behind the foreign countries, so of course they can’t cure it."
After saying that, Matias took out a small blue bottle and handed it to Jack, saying indifferently, "This is a foreign research product, the effectiveness of which is far beyond anything that can be compared to the outdated Pyro. Just give it to your wife a few times and she’ll be cured."
Hearing this, Victor couldn’t help scoffing, "It’s a real toady. You’ve learned so much from abroad just to learn how to fawn and seek favor, is that it?"
Upon hearing these words, everyone’s faces in the room changed!
Especially Matias, who scolded, "This Mr. Raymond, please control your subordinates!"
"He’s not my subordinate, he’s my friend. Moreover, I think what he said is correct," I said expressionlessly.
Matias’s very gestures carried a toadyish attitude, full of contempt for his own country, while his face was all smiles when it came to foreign affairs, which was quite disgusting to see.
Matias sneered and asked, "So, am I not allowed to speak of backwardness?"
"We may be behind, but we can catch up. Pyro is the place that nurtured us, so we should never despise it," I said coldly.
Matias couldn’t help laughing out loud, "I’m sorry, but I’ve already obtained a green card abroad. Strictly speaking, I’m no longer a native of Pyro."
I stared coldly at Matias and said, "I can tell what kind of person you are from your tone."
"Oh?" Matias raised an eyebrow.
"What kind of person do you think I am?" Matias asked with a playful tone.
I sneered, "A person who betrays his country and grovels in submission! People like you will never learn the art of medicine well or, to be more precise, people like you will never achieve any learning."
"So, I doubt your diagnosis now!"
My words were powerful, resounding, and hard to resist!
