Novel Ships
Chapter 1176
Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 1176
Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 1176
We Didn’t Treat Mason
Upon hearing the sound of footsteps from outside the lounge, Dylan took a deep breath and rushed to the door to welcome Herbert.
As soon as Dylan opened the door, he gasped when he saw Herbert. I can’t believe he’s younger than I thought. It’s truly remarkable that he’s a professor at Markovia’s Traditional Medical Research Institute at such a young age.
“You must be Professor Fernandaz, right?” Dylan asked excitedly.
Herbert nodded and replied politely, “Nice to meet you, Professor Fontaine.”
Afraid of being conceited in front of a professor at Markovia’s Traditional Medical Research Institute, Dylan chuckled. “You flatter me. Just call me Dylan.”
Immediately, the corners of Herbert’s mouth lifted faintly. Looking at the two ladies behind Dylan, he smiled. “And they are?”
“Oh, right.” He suddenly remembered. Asking them to step forward, he introduced them. “They’re my students, Tina and Sharon.”
“Hello, Professor Fernandaz. I’m Tina Favre.”
“Nice to meet you, Professor Fernandaz. I’m Sharon Nathan, Professor Fontaine’s student.”
Tina’s eyes sparkled as she gazed at Herbert. She had never been so excited before. From what she remembered and what other people said about Herbert, she had the impression that he was an old
man and never thought that he was actually so young. It was impressive for him to be so good at his craft at such a young age.
Though Sharon was also a little excited as soon as she saw him, she was more concerned about when this polite conversation would end as she had come to see Janet.
Nodding with a smile, Herbert looked at Dylan and said, “If I remember correctly, you’re a professor at Woodsbury University. Are they students of Woodsbury University as well?”
“That’s right! It’s not just us! The fiancée of the patient whom you came to Sandfort City to treat is also a student of Woodsbury University!” Dylan nodded eagerly.
Pushing his gold-rimmed glasses, Herbert smiled. “I know.”
“It’s all thanks to you that my student’s fiancé got cured. Otherwise, I’m not sure where she would be able to find someone to treat him.”
When Dylan heard how serious Mason’s illness was, he had wanted to help Janet, but his limited skills prohibited him from doing so. Luckily, someone from Markovia’s Traditional Medical Research Institute was willing to help.
Uneasy of receiving praises and credit that he did not deserve, Herbert explained, “It’s not like that. Janet’s fiancé was so terribly ill that even I didn’t know what to do. So, I wasn’t the one who cured him.”
What? He’s not the one that cured Mason’s illness? Then, was it James? This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.
Before Dylan could ask, Herbert opened his mouth once more. “It wasn’t James either.”
Huh? Now, Dylan was utterly confused. Didn’t only the two of them come from Markovia’s Traditional Medical Research Institute to treat him? Who else would it be if it weren’t them? Could it be one of
Sandfort City’s doctors?
The more Dylan thought about it, the more impossible he felt it was. He couldn’t help but question, “Then, who was the doctor that treated him?”
At that moment, Tina and Sharon were very curious too.
If Professor Fernandaz and James did not cure him, who else could it be? Tina looked at Herbert expectantly.
Sharon’s heart sank when she heard him say that he and James weren’t the ones who treated Mason. Perhaps the worst-case scenario that she thought had finally come true. Unconsciously, her eyes fleeted to Herbert, who seemed as though he was about to reveal the doctor’s name.
Right then, three pairs of eyes were strongly gazing at Herbert. Pushing his glasses once more, he shrugged casually. “I’m sorry. This is confidential, so I can’t tell you.”
Hearing this, Dylan’s eyes drooped, and the excitement in his eyes started disappearing.
He knew that some doctors were secretive and didn’t like revealing much of their personal information so that they could stay mysterious, just like Doctor Sandra, whom he had never met.