Save Myself From Desperation by Cara Agnes novel Chapter 372

At the hospital, Joseph softly sighed as he walked into the VIP ward and saw a thick pile of medical books and specialized information sitting on the table.

Ashley's disease was very weird and rare. There was not much information about it, and it was hard to find. But no matter how secretive the information was, Valentin found all of it, as well as those books related to acupuncture.

These days, Valentin didn't sleep, reading all these obscure medical books to find out if there was any way to relieve Ashley's condition. Now, Valentin had become an expert on the subject. Every time Leonard gave Ashley acupuncture, he would talk to Valentin about whether a different acupuncture point would be more effective.

Karen tucked in Ashley, who was passed out in the hospital bed, and hurriedly asked when she saw Joseph coming over, "Joseph, is Valentin back yet?"

Joseph reassured her, "Don't worry. Valentin will definitely get that doctor here!"

This morning, Leonard recommended another very qualified doctor who was extremely good at traditional medicine, by the name of Ballard Dale. They wanted to bring him in to see if they could work together to discuss a way to get Ashley to wake up as soon as possible.

Valentin didn't delay a second after hearing that and went straight to invite Ballard.

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In the living room, Ballard sat on the sofa and surveyed Valentin across the table, saying, "Doctors are healers with benevolent hearts. Anyone comes to me for healing, I'm sure I'll help. But you've come to me with the wrong person."

Valentin said calmly, "Leonard recommended me."

"It has nothing to do with Leonard." Ballard grunted heavily and said, "I don't like your grandfather, very much."

Valentin was stunned and thought, 'My grandfather?'

He explained in a hoarse voice, "It's not my grandfather who needs to be cured, but my wife, Ashley."

Ballard was astonished for a moment at his words. "Ashley? I know her. She's sick? Even Leonard couldn't handle it? But..."

Ballard rubbed his chin. "I think it's you who should be treated the most right now. Your face is as pale as paper and your eyes are bloodshot. How long since you've rested? Let me speak frankly, if you die suddenly in my house, don't blame me."

Hearing this, Valentin said calmly, "I know my own body well."

Ballard glared in displeasure. "Bullshit! Are you a doctor or am I a doctor?"

Valentin, too anxious about Ashley's condition to worry about his own, continued, "If my grandfather has ever done anything to displease you, I will bring you to him so that you can talk about it. I hope you can help check on my wife's condition."

Ballard grunted again. "You're better than your grandfather... Forget it. Since you put it that way, let me ask you something."

Valentin looked at him.

Ballard picked up the coffee cup on the table and actually felt a bit nervous. He cleared his throat twice before asking, "Did you ever hear your grandmother talk about me when she was once alive?"

Valentin was a bit stunned at that.

He thought, 'The question Ballard asked... He likes my grandma? No wonder he dislikes my grandpa so much.'

Valentin shook his head and answered truthfully, "No."

Ballard didn't believe it. "Really?"

Valentin said, "I never heard Grandma talk about you."

Once Ballard heard that, he was instantly so sad that he didn't even want to drink his coffee. He put his coffee cup heavily on the table. "Just leave! Ashley is your wife, so she's related to your grandfather. I can't treat her disease!"

Valentin turned serious and stared at him with no expression.

His patience had run out.

Ballard was still immersed in his words that "I never heard Grandma talk about you". He was so sad that he immediately recalled Valentin's grandfather when he turned to see Valentin's indifferent face. The anger he was holding in his heart swished up, and without thinking, he said rudely and absurdly, "If you want me to help cure your wife, beg me, and I'll go."

Valentin grew instantly grim and narrowed his eyes.

Ballard regretted it when he finished speaking. He could never calm down whenever something related to Valentin's grandmother came up, and he couldn't change after all these years.

Ballard wanted to take back the rude remark he had just made. But on second thought, he thought Valentin, a man of his high status, wouldn't beg for it and that it might be a good way to dissuade him.

He wanted Valentin to shrink back from difficulties.

Ballard waved his hand directly. "All right. Just leave now!"

Valentin's eyelashes lowered slightly, and he got up from the sofa with little emotion. "Okay."

Seeing him get up, Ballard picked up the newspaper on the table and read it, ready to see off his visitor.

In the next moment, he saw Valentin, who was a man of great power and dignity, walk up to him and prepare to bend over to beg him.

Startled, Ballard rushed to stop him, widening his eyes in shock. "Are you trying to get back at me? How can I possibly stand your begging?"

Although he was the elder, Valentin and the Kingsley family were of high status.