Master of Medicine The Saintly Healer

William continued, “It’s only because I’m your grandfather. We’re family. Remember to be more ruthless next time. Prepare a few more contingency plans.

“Also, don’t forget to keep in touch with Rachel, just pretend that nothing happened.”

Jeffrey nodded. “I’ll work on more plans. But given what has happened, Rachel would probably ignore me even if I contacted her.”

William shook his head. “You’re still young, and naive. Unless you’re caught red–handed, you should just deny it. If she brings it up, just insist that someone framed you.

“Remember, if lies are circulated too many times, it’ll eventually fool all who listen. Repeat a lie a thousand times, it’ll

turn into the truth.”

Furrowing his brows, Jeffrey said, “But Rachel is aware that I got Shane to cancel their deal with Wealthwave Group. She might even resent me for it. There’s no longer a chance between us.”

William gritted his teeth. Jeffrey really was an idiot. If Sheldon was here, he wouldn’t have said something so stupid.

It was a shame that Sheldon’s ambition didn’t lie here.

William kept chanting inwardly that Jeffrey was one of his kin, and he’d eventually succeed as long as he taught him patiently. He finally regained his composure after mentally bracing himself.

He began, “Tell her some lies mixed with a touch of truth. Say it was all for her own good–that the entire Carter family would have been doomed if she continued to dabble in traditional medicine.”

Jeffrey frowned. “She’s very smart, though. Will she believe me?”

Infuriated, William sprang up and strode off. “Cleverness can often lead to being outsmarted. She’ll definitely analyze what you told her. Once she does that, you’ve succeeded. She can’t find a loophole because what you said is partly the truth.”

He left promptly after. Teaching Jeffrey how to navigate his personal relationships really wore him out. Sooner or later, William would probably die of frustration.

Initially, William intended to enlighten him on the few stages of deception–the kinds of lies he should use when dealing with different people. But he was no longer in the mood to do so.

Jeffrey finally saw the light. He didn’t expect things could work this way too. Now that he’d come up with a solution regarding Rachel, he felt more at ease.

He began pondering how he should kill Matthew instead. An idea swiftly popped up in his mind just then.

The eastern suburbs of Lambda were a mix of urban and rural areas, with several villages scattered across the urban

area.

Onyx Village was relatively close to the urban area, with most of its residents being blue–collar workers.

There was a storefront with a sign that read “General Clinic“. Looking at the neat clinic, Jenny felt like she was in dream. Opening a clinic had always been her dream since she started learning medicine from her grandfather.

Now, her dream had finally come true. However, a twinge of uneasiness prickled at her.

Walter had told her two things before he died.

“Remember, sometimes dogs are more loyal than people. If given the choice, you should tell your secret to a dog instead of a person. Also, don’t practice medicine. You’ll kill yourself if you do that.”

Ivan once forced Jenny to give him Medieval Medicine, but she’d never seen Walter with it. She couldn’t have handed it

over to him even if she wanted to.

The reason she dared to open a clinic was because Matthew had already resolved the issue with Ivan. She felt safe now, but she was still worried.

A series of footsteps sounded at the door when Jenny drifted into reverie. She glanced up and noticed a man in his 40s walk in. Wearing a white shirt with a tie, a pair of dark pants, and black leather shoes, he seemed like a senior executive

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Jenny had no idea why he was here, though. Her clinic hadn’t officially opened yet.

“How can I help you?”

The man smiled. “I’m not feeling well. Could you take a look and see what’s wrong?

She wanted to refuse since the clinic hadn’t opened yet. But thinking that just a small effort could help him to relieve his discomfort, she changed her mind.

“Come in and have a seat. What’s wrong?”

The man began tentatively, “I’m 45 years old, but I’ve no idea why I always feel exhausted at night.”

“Exhausted?” Jenny frowned. “Could you explain in detail?”