The beautiful waitress hurriedly served fragrant tea to the distinguished guests. It was clear that she was extremely nervous; not only were her arms shaking as she made the tea, but her whole body was trembling slightly.

She was not a room service attendant, but a server from the trading hall. She had witnessed the explosive scene just now with her own eyes.

Ethan Brooks waved his hand, and the waitress immediately withdrew.

At that moment, a “duo duo” sound came from the doorway.

William Grant had arrived. He stood at the door without entering, cupped his hands respectfully, and said, “Mr. Harris, may I sit in and listen?”

David Harris smiled and nodded gently, speaking in a soft tone: “Please come in, Old Grant.”

William Grant placed his cane by the door, walked quickly inside, and gave David Harris a slight bow before taking his seat.

The door of the presidential suite was gently closed from the outside.

“Boss Brooks, let me check your pulse first.”

“Ah, yes, yes…”

Ethan Brooks hurriedly extended his left hand, placing it on the marble-carved tea table.

David Harris placed three fingers slowly on Ethan Brooks’s pulse point, focusing intently on the diagnosis. After a moment, he switched to Ethan Brooks’s right hand, his brows furrowing slightly, and his expression grew more serious.

Ethan Brooks’s heart immediately leapt into his throat. In a trembling voice, he asked, “Mr. Harris, my illness…”

David Harris gently waved his hand to stop him, then said thoughtfully, “Boss Brooks, your condition is a bit more severe than Thomas ReedBig Brother Reed. Big Brother Reed has over-supplemented, but his constitution is stronger than yours. Treating his illness is relatively easier. In your case, without Wuyang wood, it’s indeed very difficult to cure completely.”

“Yes, yes, that’s right. My prescription also includes Wuyang wood… Mr. Harris, I don’t need much, just six qian is enough, six qian of Wuyang wood, that’s exactly what the prescription says…”

Ethan Brooks said repeatedly, full of hope.

“Six qian?”

David Harris chuckled and shook his head slightly.

“Six qian of Wuyang wood? Do you really think you can handle six qian of Wuyang wood?”

Linda King, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke, her tone full of disdain and her words showing no mercy at all.

Ethan Brooks was immediately very embarrassed, but did not dare to retort.

David Harris said, “Boss Brooks, what kind of prescription is that? Would you mind showing it to me?”

“Ah, of course, of course, no problem…”

Ethan Brooks nodded repeatedly, reached into his jacket pocket, and took out a piece of paper. The fresh blood on his hand had made a mess of his once-neat, high-end shirt, but he paid it no mind.

It was a handwritten prescription. The original had long since been mounted and stored in a safe by Ethan Brooks. Back in the Republic era, his old master had obtained it from a reclusive expert. Decades had passed, and if it hadn’t been carefully preserved, it would have been eaten away by insects and rats by now.

David Harris took it, read it carefully, and a look of surprise flashed across his face.

This was the only time tonight he showed such an expression; at all other times, he seemed eternally calm and composed. It even made people doubt his real age, suspecting he wasn’t a man in his twenties at all, but some kind of ageless old monster.

“Grace, take a look.”

The surprise vanished as quickly as it appeared. David Harris handed the prescription to Linda King beside him.

Linda King took the prescription, glanced at it indifferently, and said coldly, “Six qian of Wuyang wood. If you take that much and don’t die, then no one in the world would ever die!”

The cold sweat that Ethan Brooks had just managed to stop now poured out again. He raised his hand to wipe his brow and said, “Mr. Harris, Miss King, this, this isn’t a prescription I wrote myself. It was passed down to me by my master a long time ago, and he didn’t write it himself either…”

William Grant interjected, “I’ve seen this prescription. Aside from the Wuyang wood, the other medicines don’t seem to have any major issues…”

In recent years, Ethan Brooks had been seeking medical advice everywhere, and with an experienced veteran like William Grant by his side, it was impossible not to consult him. Strictly speaking, William Grant was not a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, but a pharmacist. But there’s a clear distinction between Chinese and Western medicine: in Western medicine, doctors and pharmacists are completely different and rarely interchangeable. In Chinese medicine, however, a pharmacist well-versed in pharmacology is often also a very good physician.

William Grant had never commented on Ethan Brooks’s prescription, nor had he ever discussed Wuyang wood with him. The reason was that in his entire life, William Grant had only heard of Wuyang wood in passing during his early years wandering the martial world, and knew nothing of its properties or pharmacology, so he naturally wouldn’t mention it to Ethan Brooks.

“Old Grant, the biggest problem with this prescription is the dosage of Wuyang wood. Boss Brooks, can you tell us how you got this prescription?”

David Harris asked politely, always showing respect to a senior like William Grant.

“Yes, yes, actually, it’s like this…”

Ethan Brooks hurriedly recounted to David Harris the origin of the prescription.