
"What's wrong?" asked Gerald who was a little off guard with the question.
He had no idea what was wrong with the old man. While Finnley looked old and skinny, his grip turned out to be very strong. After grabbing Gerald's shoulder, Gerald couldn't move even if he wanted to.
'How can he be this strong?'
"Just curious. Again, who did you meet today my grandson? I can smell an unusual scent from your body.” asked Finnley while chuckling.
“Sure, 'unusual aroma',” Gerald replied as he looked at Finnley who suddenly seemed more excited and mysterious.
'Maybe his fucked head is acting up again!'
"It's a poison-based scent!" finnley said in a soft tone.
“People you met today suffer from poison-based poisons! You may be in contact with that person, which is why you have a very venomous scent on you! ” added Finnley.
"Damn it, are you watching too many Thai movies?" gerald said helplessly.
He just felt like leaving at that moment. However, upon thinking about it, Gerald felt that Finnley's bizarre deductions were not entirely unreasonable.
While doctors had previously failed to determine the cause of his illness, Finnley's theory actually matched some of his symptoms.
Gerald knew about this because he had heard of poison-based poisons before. Basically, it works similar to some viruses and bacteria, only the toxins released from the parasites make its home in the human body.
The options are running out and Finnley sounds pretty confident with himself.
'What if he really has some kind of way to cure it?'
“...Well, since even the doctors failed to diagnose the disease, can you see the patient?”
"of course! I know about everything! As I said before, I am not a beggar. I was strong enough in the past!”
If it wasn't for Gerald running out of options, he wouldn't be wasting his time with Finnley now. Then again, Finnley's hometown was in the southwestern province of Salford. Maybe he really knows something about his illness.
When the two arrive at the Queta ward, Gerald notices that one of the older and more experienced practitioners of Chinese medicine from his medical team has been staying behind to take care of Queta.
She seemed to be doing acupuncture for him at the time.
Several other Chinese medicine practitioners also stood nearby, respectfully observing and learning from him.
Drake and Tyson were there.
Peering into the ward, Finnley immediately sneered before saying, “What's the point of stabbing his body with that pitiful needle? What you are doing is meaningless!”
After he said that, both Gerald and the old man entered the ward.
"You who? How can you say such nonsense to Dr. Hudson's highly skilled? Someone, kick him out immediately!” said someone standing at the side. He seemed to be the director of the hospital and he looked very unhappy after hearing Finnley's comments.
Dr. Hudson has been quite famous for a few years now. His juniors also had the right to be angry because they were happy and grateful to even be able to watch his medical skills in action.
How could they let an old man curse him?
Dr. Hudson himself frowned slightly at Finnley's comments.
However, since Mr. Crawford was the one who brought it, the doctor could only contain his anger.
"Based on what you said, I assume that you know a thing or two about drugs as well, am I right?" said Dr. Hudson snorted.
"Stay, for an old man, you are still acting less carefully!"
“I'm far from careless! Now move!” said Finnley while encouraging Dr. Hudson to the side.
He then immediately took out the silver needle that Dr. had previously inserted. Hudson to Queta's arm.
"You-you!" said Dr. Hudson angrily as his cheeks flushed.