Vivian Quinn: "..."
She reflexively played along. "And what kind of aningful things would that be?"
"Like this, for instance..." Jett Sterling suddenly leaned in, placing a kiss between her brows.
Vivian Quinn felt her heart start to race again. She squeezed her eyes shut. "I’m dead tired. I need to sleep!"
Jett Sterling chuckled softly and held her tighter. "Go to sleep. I’m here. You don’t have to be afraid of anything."
Vivian Quinn paused, a sense of security washing over her, as if sothing was cradling her wildly beating heart.
...
The scare had been a serious one, so Vivian Quinn spent the next few days resting at ho.
But she wasn’t just resting. More importantly, she was thinking about how to protect herself and prevent sothing similar from ever happening again.
One afternoon, her phone suddenly rang.
Vivian Quinn found a private place to answer the call. "What’s up?"
A young man’s voice ca through the line. "You said you needed to make so money, right? A case just ca in. You want it?"
Vivian Quinn’s eyes lit up. "I’ll take it!"
"Perfect. Who would’ve thought the renowned Phantom Healer would co out of seclusion for money?"
"Sigh... Life forces my hand. What can you do?"
Life’s not easy, Vivian sighed to herself.
"This client is a big deal, so be on your ga."
Vivian Quinn’s curiosity was piqued. "Who is it?"
"Ethan Grant."
"Him?" A cunning glint flashed in Vivian Quinn’s eyes.
’How the tables have turned. Did Ethan Grant really fall into my hands so quickly?’
Vivian Quinn tapped her fingers on the floor-to-ceiling window in front of her, musing for a mont before speaking. "I can see him, but I’ll need a two-hundred-thousand-dollar consultation fee upfront. If treatnt is required, that will be a separate charge."
"Understood."
Ethan Grant’s side quickly accepted the price, and the two hundred thousand was wired to her account.
Vivian Quinn scheduled the consultation for three days later.
She knew he would be difficult to handle, so she arranged to et him at a teahouse.
The teahouse had private rooms, and Vivian Quinn went early to prepare.
Half an hour later, Ethan Grant arrived. Seeing a young man in a baseball cap, sunglasses, and a face mask sitting in the private room, he frowned. "You’re The Phantom Healer?"
"The one and only." Vivian Quinn had taken dication beforehand, altering her voice to sound like a man’s.
"The Phantom Healer is this young?" Ethan Grant said, eyeing the man’s frail build. "Why should I believe you?"
Vivian Quinn answered unhurriedly, "Judging by the sound of your voice, Chairman Grant, you probably haven’t slept well for several days."
Ethan Grant snorted. "I’m here seeking dical help, so obviously I’m suffering from a chronic ailnt. It’s only natural that I’m not sleeping well."
Vivian Quinn smiled. "Your complexion is bluish, yet your lips are pale. That suggests a problem with your kidney function. At your age, Chairman Grant, it might be wise to be more careful in the bedroom."
Ethan Grant’s hand, which was holding a teacup, paused. After a few seconds, he finally spoke. "If that’s the case, do you have a redy, Miracle Doctor?"
"I need to take your pulse."
Ethan Grant extended his hand.
Vivian Quinn took his pulse and quickly sensed sothing was wrong. She picked up a bottle of mineral water, twisted it open, and took out a silver needle. After pricking Ethan Grant’s fingertip and letting a drop of blood fall into the water, she quickly ca to a conclusion.
"You must have taken a drug with an excessive amount of hormones. After it worked for a single night, your body was completely depleted, leaving you exhausted. Now, even other dications have no effect, am I right?"
Ethan Grant looked mortified. "You’re not wrong! But I didn’t take any kind of drug that night!"
"This kind of drug can’t be bought on the market, and ordinary people wouldn’t take it. That’s because once you’ve taken it, you’re essentially finished. You’ll never be able to function as a man again."
"What?" Ethan Grant’s face darkened. "Then soone must have drugged on purpose!"
’Vivian Quinn was also dying to know who had drugged Ethan Grant.’
’It was a brilliant move!’
’If she ever got the chance, she would have to thank that Good Samaritan personally!’
’After all, for a man like Ethan Grant, being unable to function as a man must be as devastating as being diagnosed with a terminal illness!’
Vivian Quinn fought back a laugh and said grimly, "That’s sothing I wouldn’t know."
"But how is that possible..." Ethan Grant was in disbelief. "Do you have any idea how tight my security is? Who could drug so silently! I don’t believe it!"
"That’s your problem."
Ethan Grant collected his thoughts. "Miracle Doctor, since you’ve diagnosed it, you must have a way to treat , right? I’m not even fifty, still in my pri. I want to have another child in my later years! I can’t be finished like this!"
Vivian Quinn said, "This drug is too potent. The toxicity might have been reversible right after you took it, but in your desperation, you’ve sought out all kinds of redies and taken too many performance enhancers on your own. You’ve completely ruined your system."
Ethan Grant was clearly unwilling to accept this. "Impossible! Since you know who I am, then you know I’m not short on cash. I refuse to believe there’s an illness in this world that can’t be cured as long as I’m willing to throw enough money at it!"
Vivian Quinn nearly rolled her eyes. ’Since you went to such lengths to find , Chairman Grant, you must have already seen a doctor at a hospital. They couldn’t give you a reason, nor could they offer a treatnt plan. At best, they told you to take so pills and let your body slowly recover.’
"Speaking for myself, I can tell you with certainty that there’s no point in taking more dicine. If you refuse to accept that, you’re free to seek help elsewhere."
Ethan Grant narrowed his eyes. "They say there’s no illness in this world The Phantom Healer can’t cure. It seems the rumors aren’t true. And you should know... people who can’t cure but know my secret don’t tend to live long."
Vivian Quinn laughed outright. "So it looks like I won’t be walking out of here today."
"It won’t co to that. It’s just that you, Miracle Doctor, will have to co with ... until you figure out how to cure ."
Vivian Quinn said calmly, "Countless people beg for treatnt. When they can’t get it, they naturally resort to extre asures. Do you really think I would co here completely unprepared, to be disposed of at your leisure?"
"So the Miracle Doctor does have a few tricks up his sleeve. But perhaps you don’t understand—in Aethelgard, I, Ethan Grant, call the shots."
"Is that so?" Vivian Quinn smiled faintly. "Then what if I were to say that whether you live to see the next hour is up to ?"
Ethan Grant suddenly made a connection and instinctively glanced down at his fingertip. "You poisoned ?"
"Are you starting to feel like it’s hard to breathe? A certain tightness in your chest?"
Ethan Grant’s gaze turned sinister. "You really dared to poison ?"
"Mutual destruction has always been the simplest solution. If I can’t walk out this door, then Chairman Grant will naturally have to be buried with ."
"No one in this world can threaten ." Ethan Grant suddenly shot to his feet, pulled a gun from his coat, and aid it at Vivian Quinn. "n!"
The door to the private room was thrown open, and several bodyguards stord in aggressively.
Ethan Grant ordered, "Take off his sunglasses and mask. I’d like to see what The Phantom Healer looks like!"
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