“It may not be curable,” Wynter leaned against the wall, yawning lazily. “The cause is unknown, the
diagnosis is unclear, and=”
With a chuckde, Dalton chid in, “And you’d like to call it a day because you’re tired,”
“It’s easy to talk with clever people.” Wynter looked at him, smiling.
Her fingertips fell on his wrist again as she took his pulse carefully. “Your treatnt can’t be rushed.
Take it easy.”
Dalton was soone whom even the Grim Reaper didn’t welco. That was why he could survive until
now. He had to have an excellent character, believing in himself more than the gods.
The beaded bracelet on Dalton’s wrist was filled with tranquilizers to help him sleep, Wynter was close
enough to him to sll it.
“Improve your sleep and diet first.”
Out of weariness, Wynter rubbed her neck with one hand. “Eating and sleeping well will help with your
treatnt.”
Looking at her sleepy eyes, Dalton agreed quietly, “Okay,”
By the ti Wynter had noticed it, Dalton had taken the bag from her hand.
“Ethan, send Dr. Genius ho.” Dalton’s voice was light yet authoritative.
Ethan knew Dalton would be displeased if he continued to pester Wynter. He lowered his head and
said, “Yes.”
“No need. The place I’m going is just opposite the hospital.” Wynter didn’t want to get too involved with
her patients. “Mr. Lloyd can take there.”
“Yes! I can take her!” Ryan shouted, “I’ll send her ho, don’t worry!”
With a hum in response, Dalton said nothing more.
Ethan couldn’t help suggesting, “Mr. Yarwood, how about getting Dr. Genius‘ contact number?”
Dalton glanced toward Wynter again.
Wynter took out her phone and handed it to Dalton without hesitation. “Just enter your number. I’ll
check on you when I check on Mr. Quinnell next ti.”
Dalton’s number?
Usually, people rushed to ask for Dalton’s number, only to receive a ssage from Vincent
in the end.
Never before had the high and mighty head of the Yarwood family lowered his eyes and typed his
number until now.
Victor’s short and chubby body inched closer quietly. He stood on tiptoes, trying to sneak a peek. He’d
also like to have Dalton’s contact number!
Wynter covered the phone, her eyes cold. “Mr. Lopez, what are you doing?”
“I… Why don’t you take my number too? You can call if anything happens at school!” Victor never
thought his competitiveness would co from a rundown school one day.
Wynter didn’t refuse, as she treated everyone equally.
Before entering the elevator, Wynter glanced back at Dalton standing in the dim light.
Seemingly seen through everything in life, he just stood there, keeping a respectful distance from
people.
When the doctors around talked to him, he didn’t oppress them with his family’s power. Despite being
far more knowledgeable and well–inford, he was still willing to listen to
others.
With such characteristics, it was no wonder Dalton didn’t lose his grace. Otherwise, as soone
plagued by diseases all year, his appearance would have deteriorated.
Most people on long–term dication would have gloomy eyes. Although Dalton was sowhat cold
toward others, he never blad anyone. And his eyes were beautiful.
He was gentle, knowledgeable, and magnanimous. It would be a pity if he died at such a young age.
“Dr. Genius, are you really going to treat that person?”
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