The surroundings fell silent as soon as Wynter finished speaking.
Dalton looked at her calmly. His deep eyes reflected the light, elegant and aloof.
The doctors didn’t know Dalton’s identity. But in the dical field, they all knew a traditional dicine
doctor’s frown upon pulse check was a bad sign.
Wynter’s smile faded, her eyes intense. She looked serious.
Was it really like the genius doctor said, this man couldn’t live for long? His face was indeed a little
pale, but he shouldn’t be dying soon.
The doctors all looked over. Exchanging a glance, Victor and Jeremy waved to dismiss them.
Ryan’s heart skipped a beat, having the urge to pull Wynter away.
Dalton’s health had beco a concern for all the Yarwoods. He had arrived in this town
because of the rumor that the miracle doctor was in Southdale.
A rumor alone had brought the entire Yarwood family to Southdale. The severity of Dalton’s illness was
evident.
Wynter had touched upon a sore subject.
Next to them, Ethan exploded with rage. “What nonsense are you talking about?”
He strode up to Wynter. With his muscular body, he could lift her up.
But Dalton reached out to block Ethan. Coughing softly, he lightly warned, “Ethan.”
Ethan clenched his fists. “She’s cursing you, Mr. Yarwood.”
Wynter retracted her hand on Dalton’s pulse.
Having been a doctor for years, she had encountered such situations at tis. After all, no patient’s
family would like to hear about death.
Similarly, she had a principle. She wouldn’t treat whoever didn’t believe her.
Wynter took Dalton’s pulse on a whim because he was different from other patients. The sa reason
went for having him as the human subject.
From his countenance and deanor, she could tell he was a noble, virtuous being. Unfortunately,
such a person was terminally ill.
Ever since she was five years old, her grandfather had told her to help those with a noble yet
unlucky destiny if she ever t any.
Wynter’s idea was simple. This was the first ti she had t soone with such an other-
worldly, noble aura. She would do her best to save him.
But since his family had strongly opposed it, she wouldn’t force it.
She had just withdrawn her hand when Dalton spoke, his voice pleasant and cheerful. “I
know.”
He knew? Everyone was shocked. How could he be so calm knowing he wouldn’t live for long?
“Did you choose because you could diagnose my illness?” Being good at reading people, Dalton
could easily guess her intention.
Without hiding it from him, Wynter nodded. “Your illness seems to be from birth or sothing else. I’ve
never encountered such conditions. I need to observe more before making a diagnosis.”
Hearing this, Ethan released his hands, looking at Wynter in disbelief.
She was right about Dalton’s illness originating from birth! The disease was complicated. It was the
Yarwood family’s secret that no outsiders knew.
Ethan stepped forward excitedly. “Doctor…”
“Ethan,” Dalton called him again, his low voice chilly. “Don’t be rude.”
Risking to be punished, Ethan said boldly, “Mr. Yarwood, since she can tell the illness from your pulse,
she can definitely cure you!”
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