The Ex-Con Who Conquered the World novel Chapter 6

"Mr. Bryant, you've really figured out the reason Sara is unconscious?"

Micah Stewart immediately stepped forward, his expression filled with excitement.

Ever since Sara fell into a coma, the Stewart family had invited countless renowned doctors. Not only were they all helpless, but none could even determine the cause of Sara's prolonged unconsciousness.

Without knowing the cause, it was impossible to prescribe the right treatment.

If Stefan had truly identified the reason for Sara's coma, they could target the root cause, giving her a real chance to wake up.

"Mr. Bryant, then... can you wake my daughter? If you can save her, I'll accept you as my son-in-law!"

Clutching Stefan's arm as if it were a lifeline, Audrey spoke with a mix of excitement and anticipation.

Before Stefan could reply, Hank sneered, "Even Mr. Hale couldn't identify the cause or symptoms, and you think you can? Mr. Hale's medical skills are well-known. I bet you were still in your mother's womb when he started practicing medicine."

"Hank, you shut up!"

Audrey couldn't stand Hank's sarcasm, especially when it concerned her daughter, and snapped angrily.

Celeste stepped forward, a false smile on her face. "Audrey, Hank was just speaking fairly. Why are you getting so angry? He wasn't talking nonsense. In traditional medicine, it takes three years to learn from a master, five years to get started, and ten years to practice independently. How dare anyone treat patients without at least a decade of experience? If you don't believe me, ask Mr. Hale."

"That is indeed true."

Valka nodded, looking at Stefan. "Young man, medical treatment requires caution. A tiny mistake can lead to a huge error, and it concerns the patient's safety."

"Old man, just because you can't do it doesn't mean I can't."

Stefan's tone was casual yet carried an air of authority. "Alright, I'm going to start treating Ms. Stewart now. Everyone, please step outside and wait."

"Oh, so you need us to wait outside while you treat her? You really put on airs! Have you forgotten where you are?"

Hearing Stefan's words, Hank immediately flared up.

"Even if this is the Stewart Mansion, it doesn't mean I have to put up with you. If you keep spouting nonsense, do you believe I'll throw you out?"

Stefan narrowed his eyes slightly, fixing his gaze on Hank.

Hank had been jumping around in front of him one too many times, and Stefan was long past tolerating it.

"Hah, you?"

Hank sneered, pointing at Stefan. "If you dare lay a finger on me, you won't leave here tonight!"

Whoosh!

Hank suddenly felt a blur before his eyes. To his shock, Stefan was now standing right in front of him.

The next moment—

Swoosh!

Stefan's right hand shot out like lightning, his open fingers clamping around Hank's throat. With a slight squeeze of his knuckles, Hank's face turned purplish-red, and he instantly couldn't breathe.

A look of terror flashed in his eyes. He opened his mouth wide, wanting to cry out or beg for mercy, but not a single word came out.

Whoosh!

Stefan casually flung him aside. Hank flew out the door.

"Shall I repeat myself?"

Stefan's expression remained calm, his tone indifferent. "If you don't want Ms. Stewart to wake up, then stay right here. I'll leave."

Only then did the Stewart family snap out of their shock.

"Hank..."

Celeste let out a distressed cry and rushed toward where Hank had been thrown.

"You little brat, how dare you lay hands on my son?"

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