Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams) novel Chapter 632

“Zeke has not seen much of the world yet. If he really meets Master Healer Lowe, he will probably wet his pants! Not only will he fail to invite him to your celebration party, but Master Healer Lowe might also end up having a bad impression as well. Surely that would be unfavorable for Linton Group.”

Nancy sighed. “Well, even though the chances of success are low, I suppose there is no harm trying. Otherwise, there would really be no hope. Fake it till you make it.”

Zeke merely flashed a small smile and said, “Alright, I will try my best to get him here.”

I’m the Needle God, the Great Marshal. I’m the best in Eurasia.

Even Master Healer Lowe would have to bow down in front of me like an elementary school kid.

Nancy pouted and remarked nonchalantly, “Lacey, let me translate his words for you.”

“When he said he would ‘try his best’, it means that he will never be able to get Master Healer Lowe for you, even if you beat him to death. I reckon you should just give up.”

Zeke was speechless once more.

Fine! A stubborn woman is indeed very persistent!

Just as she was starting to calm down, she activates her attack mode once more!

Suddenly, Zeke’s phone rang.

It was a call from Jeffrey.

Zeke remembered that he had promised to help Jeffrey and his teacher weed the parasite today.

Jeffrey must have called to rush Zeke.

At that moment, they returned to the Linton Group. Zeke quickly made up an excuse and sped off.

Not long after, he arrived at his destination – a residence for families of those who served in the military.

Jeffrey’s teacher must be from the military if he lived there. Furthermore, from the scale of the residence, it seemed like he held a high rank too.

Meanwhile, Jeffrey waited for Zeke at the entrance. After he arrived, the former quickly welcomed him courteously.

“Mr. Williams, you’re here. Let me bring you in.”

“Alright.”

Thereafter, Zeke followed the man into the place.

On the way, Jeffrey told him in a low voice, “Mr. Williams, we have a minor problem now.”

“My junior, who’s also my teacher’s daughter, Shannon Hans, does not believe in such parasitic infections. She does not want you to cure her father. She even invited Master Healer Lowe to help. But don’t worry. I will definitely convince her to let you treat her father instead.”

“Hmm?” Zeke paused for a moment.

“Master Healer Lowe? What a coincidence,” He remarked, “It just so happens that I needed to meet him.”

After walking through a long corridor, the duo stepped foot into the teacher’s room.

The room was filled with people who were supposedly family and friends.

Zeke observed that most of the crowd were middle-aged or elderly people, except for one young girl.

No doubt, she was the teacher’s daughter and Jeffrey’s junior, Shannon Hans.

She was tall and slender, dressed in a tight-fitting leather jacket which accentuated her formidable aura.

Her eyes blazed with a fiery passion, and she had an imposing manner about her. No one could mistake her dominance as she toyed with the small knife in her hands.

Shannon was indeed true to her name.

As Zeke and Jeffrey entered, she immediately turned displeased and obviously did not welcome them. In fact, she even placed her index finger on her lips in a bid to tell them to stay quiet.

An elderly man was treating the patient.

The man’s long beard was as white as ash and from afar, and Zeke could discern the heavy scent of medicinal herbs on him.

This must be Master Healer Lowe, the national doctor that everyone revers.

Indeed, he was considered a Master Healer, but it remained to be seen as to whether he was as holy and divine as people claimed he was.

After a quick checkup, Master Healer Lowe’s face turned serious.

In a low voice, he said, “Why didn’t you ask me to come earlier? This is long-delayed. His condition has worsened.”

Shannon immediately stepped in. “Sir, I know you are busy with other patients. That makes it hard to even meet with you. I had to queue for a long time before it was my turn.”

Master Healer Lowe chided, “Why did you not let me know the patient’s identity then? Didn’t Mr. Hans tell you we are extremely good friends? Even if I were busy, I would have definitely given him a priority.”

Shannon immediately apologized, “I’m very sorry, Sir. It was all my fault.”

Master Healer Lowe sighed. “Forget it. I suppose I’m at fault too since I’m also very busy. I would never have looked at the patient’s information with such detail.”

“Get me some hot water and alcohol. I will begin my treatment now,” He instructed.

“Alright,” Shannon quickly told the helpers to do as Master Healer Lowe had instructed.

“I wonder what you diagnosed him with. How are you going to cure him?”

All of a sudden, a voice could be heard from the back of the room.