"Professor Johnson, Doctor Ge has once again rejected my invitation. I should have heeded your advice before. I think he must now have a very bad impression of ," said King Gustadin as soon as he saw Johnson, not beating around the bush.
"Your Majesty, I am powerless in this matter," Johnson replied.
"Last ti you briefly ntioned that Doctor Ge treated you, and now I really want to know why he would treat you. Obviously, he is soone who does not care about fa or profit, and you didn't know him," King Gustadin, unsurprised by Johnson's answer, looked at him and asked.
Johnson then recounted in brief how he had saved an old man by the shores of Mingyue Lake and how Ge Dongxu had treated him without charge.
"So there are indeed such remarkable people in this world!" King Gustadin, after listening, was transfixed for a long ti, before finally letting out a long sigh.
"Yes! Teacher is a very special person," Johnson nodded with a look of admiration in his eyes.
"Professor Johnson, now that things have co to this, what do you think I should do to change his perception of and then agree to treat ?" King Gustadin asked after a long while.
"I don't know. Teacher told that he believes in fate when it cos to treating and saving people. I don't understand what exactly the 'fate' he refers to is. However, had you supported the cooperation between Caroline Royal dical College and the Traditional Chinese dicine Hospital previously, I think Teacher would likely have agreed to treat you, but you refused, thereby losing the fate with him," Johnson pondered, then replied.
"Do you think if I now personally fly to Huaxia Country to see him, he would agree to treat out of respect for my status as a king?" King Gustadin asked.
"No!" Johnson imdiately shook his head without hesitation, "Although I have had very little contact with Teacher, I'm quite sure that your status makes no difference to him compared to an ordinary person."
"Perhaps I should do sothing else, like signing a more amicable diplomatic agreent with Huaxia Country, leading a business delegation to invest there, or even donating to their charitable organizations! Do you think any of that would make him change his mind?" King Gustadin, unsurprised by Johnson's response, thought for a bit and then asked again.
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, but I can't provide you with an answer, as I do not know either. You could try," Johnson answered.
"Thank you for your honest response, Professor Johnson! Please tell Dean William that I am now fully supportive of the cooperation between Caroline Royal dical College and the Traditional Chinese dicine Hospital of Jiangnan Province, although it's too late and the opportunity has been lost. But I still wanted to tell you my decision. As for other matters, I'll think about them. If it really won't work, I hope you can be the one to operate on when the ti cos," King Gustadin said.
"Thank you for your trust, Your Majesty. I sincerely hope that the day will never co when I have to operate on you," Johnson said as he stood up, bowed, and then took his leave.
After Johnson left, it was already evening.
King Gustadin sat silently in his chair, deep in thought.
Seeing the King sitting silently, the butler approached him quietly, hesitating several tis before speaking.
"What is it, Henry?" King Gustadin looked up at the butler and asked.
"Your Majesty, following tradition, the Queen Consort is hosting the Christmas charity banquet tonight at Kemburg Castle. She called earlier to ask if you could attend," Henry replied respectfully.
"The Christmas charity banquet? If you hadn't ntioned it, I would have completely forgotten Christmas is approaching," King Gustadin said, taken aback, then sighed.
His illness was still a secret, and even his wife did not know about it. She only knew that his health had not been good recently.
"Yes, Your Majesty, Christmas is just three days away," Henry reminded him.
"In just three days, how ti flies!" King Gustadin again sighed deeply upon hearing this.
"Your Majesty, your health hasn't been good recently. If you don't wish to attend, I can reply to the Queen Consort right away," Henry cautiously suggested, noticing that King Gustadin's expression was rather poor and he obviously wasn't in a good mood.
"Let's still make an appearance, there's bound to be a large turnout tonight," Gustadin said as he stood up.
"Yes, tonight's guests include not only so of the wealthy and political elite from our own country but also many from other nations. Chinese tycoon Mr. Gu Yezeng and his wife Yu Xin are here as well. As you know, before Her Royal Highness married you, she and Ms. Yu Xin starred in a movie together and beca good friends," Henry replied.
"Oh, Mr. Gu has co as well?" Gustadin's interest seed piqued upon hearing this, and his eyes sparkled with recognition.
"Indeed, Your Majesty. You must be aware, not only is Mr. Gu a Chinese tycoon, but he also commands great respect within the overseas Chinese community. I heard that there was so dispute among the Chinese in the Netherlands recently, and he was invited to diate. Consequently, he took this opportunity to fly over with his wife to attend the annual Christmas charity dinner hosted by Her Royal Highness," Henry explained.
"I see, that does an I need to pay a visit. Arrange it, please," Gustadin nodded.
...
Kemburg Castle is an architectural marvel with intense Renaissance beauty, located on the outskirts of Gor.
Atop the building, the symbol of the Gustadin royal house—a fire-breathing divine beast with the head of a lion, the body of a goat, and the tail of a dragon.
In front of the castle, there is a rectangular plaza lit up by nurous lights, with a beautifully decorated Christmas tree in the center.
From ti to ti, luxury cars passed through the central path of the plaza and stopped in front of the castle's main building door, from which elaborately dressed individuals alighted.
Winter in Reel Country is bleak and chillier than Jiangnan Province by a good asure.
No sooner had the guests exited their vehicles than they hurried into the house.
Upon entering, they were imdiately greeted by a flood of warm air and a room that radiated with light, surrounding every guest with comforting warmth.
The vast rectangular hall, with a long table laden with food down the center, the tall ceiling hung with massive crystal chandeliers illuminating the whole space. The walls were adorned with luxurious tapestries rich in Western religious and mythological thes, and the top with exquisite dieval frescoes.
One wall of the hall featured a dieval fireplace, which now blazed with roaring firewood.
People stood in small groups, holding drinks and chatting, while servers with trays weaved through the crowd.
Yu Xin, in an aqua-blue evening gown, stood with Princess Kelly, her cup in hand, laughing and chatting with several high society ladies. Her deanor, exuding an elegance unique to Eastern won, bore no inferiority to that of the Queen Consort.
Elsewhere, Gu Yezeng, in a well-tailored suit, held his drink and spoke with a few Caucasians.
It was at this mont soone called out, "The King has arrived."
All conversation halted as the people turned their attention to the entrance.
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