The Guardian's Sword

Chapter 121

If not for having to go with a cleaner image, Charles would still have preferred to
dress up like a gangster, wearing a big gold necklace and gold watch.

Sean and Charles were sitting in the huge luxuriously—decorated private room
right now.

A row of beautiful waitresses stood beside them.

All these beauties, with their good looks, were definitely goddesses sought after
by countless people in the outside world.

However, they were all respectful here. They stood and obediently waited for
instructions from Sean and Charles to come at any minute, just like a servant.
“Mr. Larson isn't around?” Sean asked as he frowned slightly and looked at
Charles.

“Ahem, Mr. Lennon...

Charles let out a light cough and said, “Actually, I'm the one who needs some
help from you today.

“Mr. Larson has something he's busy with, so he didn“t come over...”

After hearing what Charles had said, Sean took a look at him before slowly
looking away.

He already knew what Charles was talking about. “Go ahead, I'm in a hurry.”
Sean took a sip from his teacup. Charles immediately turned his head and said to
the group of waitresses, “You guys, please leave for now.”

“Yes, sir!”

The group of beautiful waitresses immediately bowed and left the private room.
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Soon, only Charles and Sean were left in the private room.

Charles's bodyguards also stood outside the door and waited.

“Mr. Lennon, Ill just get straight to the point. “I heard Mr. Larson say that your
medical skills are amazing and that you could be called a miracle doctor!

“So, I have something to ask for your help with..."

Charles puiled a chair and sat nearer to Sean.

Sean frowned slightly.

“This Homer is a bit too talkative," Sean thought to himself.

He did not really want to be a doctor who treated people.

Sean did not have the ambition to take up training to be a doctor, fueled by a
noble desire to save lives.

Everyone had a cross to bear. Life and death depended on one's destiny. He
would not be the kind of person who said yes to everything. Therefore, it looked
like he would have to make sure that Homer was more tight-lipped in the future.
However, it was not good to leave now since he had already sat down here.
“Mr. Lennon, my body...” Charles said in a very polite and humble tone.

“Mr. Larson“s words might not be true.” Sean casually refused before Charles
could even finish speaking. A trace of anger flickered in the depths of Charles*
eyes when he heard this. If not for Homer guaranteeing that only Sean would be
able to treat his disease, Charles would never be so polite to Sean, considering
his identity. However, he could only bite the bullet and maintain a humble attitude
once he thought about his disease again. “Mr. Lennon, please take a look before
you say anything. What“s wrong with my body? “I'm not sure if you'll be able to
tell...” Charles suppressed his temper and reached out to unbutton his shirt,
exposing his chest. There were some brownish—red papules with faint black
marks on it. Sean withdrew his gaze after a glance at Charles's chest.

He had already had some guesses in mind before.

The visual imagery was just to confirm the judgment he had already settled on.
“Mr. Lennon, you might not be able to tell just by looking at them. “I'll be
straightforward then, actually...” Charles immediately began to speak when he
saw Sean retract his gaze. “Secondary stage of syphilis, about to enter the
tertiary stage.” However, Sean cut Charlie off lightly before he could finish
speaking.

“Hiss!”

Charles's expression grew stiff as his eyes suddenly widened.

“This Sean really is... Really is a miracle doctor!’ Charles thought to himself.