The Return of Doctor Levin

Chapter 15 Quickly Pull Them Out

"Miss Latham, there's no rush." Chloe hurriedly stopped her.

"The head of the Royal Sealift Group is not seeing any guests at the moment. Even if you go, you'll be kicked out."

"Not seeing any guests?"

"Yes, many famous entrepreneurs are lining up at the third-floor entrance. They have been told it is break time and that no one will see them."

Alora took a deep breath. "Such arrogance."

Tyson comforted her."There's nothing we can do. This is the Royal Sealift Group, one of the three major powerhouses in the city. There are few who can enter the sight of Edren's so-called prestigious families. But since they chose your project, you do not have to worry about the others."

"Alright, then let's visit the Wesleys at Vermillion."

A gleam of light flickered in Alora's eyes.

"My newly developed MHY drug has received preliminary market recognition. Within a month, we have over 30 regional distributors. The next step is to expand the production line and solve the raw material problem. The production line is relatively easy, but the Wesleys control the medicinal materials. Without their support, this path will be much more difficult."

Tyson smiled. "That's simple. I happen to know the Wesleys' son, Nazeem. Let's go. I'll accompany you."

Alora nodded with a smile.

That was where Tyson came into play. His connections and influence could be of great help, which was why she chose him. What could Ashton possibly do for her?

Empty words of concern, cooking, and household chores—she did not need that kind of cheap love.

...

Kendra sat at a table on the third floor of the Imperial Court Hotel, holding a proposal document signed by Alora and smiling meaningfully.

"How coincidental."

"Yenn, bring me the information on this Alora."

A petite and professional-looking girl took out a laptop and displayed a full page of information to Kendra.

The more Kendra read, the more her brow furrowed.

In less than three years, she had founded three businesses and successfully gone public, establishing herself as a prominent female CEO in Edren. The crucial point was that she had no background and received no assistance. Her life appeared to be a ruse.

Soon, Kendra discovered a crucial point—Alora's rise coincided strangely with the time she knew Ashton, which meant that her career took off after marrying Ashton, like a soaring success.

"Did Ashton pave for everything Alora has now?" Kendra smiled. "If that's the case, it's quite interesting. Alora, oh, Alora, you left your benefactor in the dust. How will you continue on your path?"

"Miss Kendra, which of the four proposals should we reject?" Yenn asked.

Kendra smiled and threw Alora's proposal into the trash can.

When Yenn saw it, she understood and respectfully exited the private room.

...

At the same time, Ashton also found the Wesleys' private room.

As one of the representatives attending the Imperial Court Night Banquet, the Wesleys had their rest area set up on the westernmost side of the second floor, a luxurious presidential suite.

When Ashton walked in, over ten people turned to look at him.

An elderly man with white hair lying on the bed, connected to a respirator and various life-monitoring devices, saw Ashton, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

"Mister Levin... Ashton?"

Ashton smiled. "Long time no see, Mister Wesley. It seems your health isn't doing so well.

"Judging by your condition, I'm afraid you won't live for many more days."

Upon hearing that, everyone in the room stood up, staring angrily. "How dare you!"

A hot-tempered young man rushed up to Ashton. "Kid, believe me, I'll kill you and use you as fertilizer for the hotel's garden!"

A petite girl, about 18 or 19 years old, glared at Ashton. "You dare curse my grandfather? You're finished!"

Nazeem, who represented the Wesleys' younger generation and was recognized as the next heir, looked at Ashton suspiciously, the only one who did not speak.

He noticed that when his grandfather saw this young man, his expression was shocked, as if they had known each other for a long time and had deep entanglements.

Ashton chuckled and approached the bedside.

"Who let you in? Get out!"

The hot-tempered young man was about to attack.

"Shut up!" Elrich Wesley angrily shouted, then began coughing violently.

"Mister Levin, I apologize for this spectacle."

Ashton waved his hand, unconcerned. "No worries. I came here to inform you that it's time for you to fulfill your promise to me. If you die and the Wesleys renege on the deal, it will be too troublesome for me to handle."

The expression on Elrich's face instantly turned awkward.

That medicinal herb was one of the few treasures passed down in their family. He did not want to let it go.

He became seriously ill on a trip to Swan Lake back then, and Ashton saved him. He promised a 500-year-old medicinal herb as a reward, but he kept delaying, and there was no further contact.

"Mister Wesley, are you backing out of the deal?" A hint of coldness appeared in Ashton's eyes.

The old man coughed. "Mister Levin, you misunderstood. I have no intention of backing out. It's just that the value of the 500-year-old herb is extremely high, and they hold great significance for my family—"

"Ah, forget it, forget it. After the Imperial Court gala ends, I will have someone deliver the medicinal ingredient to you. At the same time, I will settle the long overdue interest."

Elrich smiled bitterly. Seeing his pained expression, Ashton chuckled. "Indeed, the herbs are precious. Otherwise, I wouldn't have spent so many years searching for them. I don't like taking advantage of others. I'll extend your life for three to five years as compensation."

"Bring the silver needles."

In the room, everyone looked at each other, utterly confused.

"Silver needles! Why are you just standing there? If you idiots wait until you find a doctor, I'll be dead already."

Elrich cursed angrily, but in his heart, he was overjoyed. If the young man were willing to help, he would be saved. He would no longer have to run around looking for those incompetent doctors to prolong his life.

Lance hurriedly fumbled through the medical bag and took out a needle pouch.

"Here are the silver needles."

Taking the silver needles, Ashton laid the pouch flat on his left arm. With a flick of his right finger, several silver needles instantly shot out and pierced several of the old man's acupoints.

One by one, they were hit with extreme precision.

Finally, seven needles shot out in a row, half an inch below the heart, perfectly aligned like a constellation.

Soon, black secretions overflowed from the corners of the old man's mouth, emitting a pungent stench that made everyone in the room pinch their noses.

"Sleep well. After you wake up, you will live for another three to five years. But remember, you must not move any of the silver needles on your body within half an hour, not even a single one!

"I'll go wash my hands."

Pinching his nose, Ashton turned and left.

In the room, everyone looked at each other.

Three to five years? Was he kidding? Many doctors from top-tier hospitals and renowned physicians had given Elrich a death sentence, saying that he would live at most ten days or half a month. After that, even experts could not save him. Would the young man be better than those experts and professors?

"Big Brother, didn't we already contact Doctor Cook? Now—"

Lance had not finished speaking when the door was pushed open.

A group of doctors in white coats entered, carrying medical kits and instruments. Among them, the leader was none other than Morgan Cook.

Everyone's eyes lit up, and they quickly stood up to greet him.

"Doctor Morgan, you finally came."

Tears welled in Lance's eyes. "Grandfather is in critical condition. You must save him."

Morgan's face turned serious; he waved his hand. "I'll do my best."

The group of doctors surrounded Elrich.

"What's the deal with these silver needles on his body?" Director Zander, wearing golden-rimmed glasses, asked sternly.

"Silver needles?" Morgan turned his head to look, and his face darkened. "Nonsense! Didn't I make it clear that no one should touch the patient before we arrived? If anything happens, who will be responsible?"

Lancer timidly said, "Just now, a young man came here, and he inserted those needles into my grandfather. He said it would cure the illness and prolong my grandfather's life for three to five years."

"Young man? Prolong life for three to five years?"

Morgan was taken aback, and then he burst into laughter. That young man was too bold.

"This is simply absurd and shamelessly boastful! Remove them! Remove the needles quickly!"