Ethan Brooks glanced at the girl, noticing her designer labels. Her Donna Karan top alone probably cost tens of thousands, and the shoes on her feet looked like they were from CHANEL. Ethan Brooks's first impression was that this was a wealthy woman.

Looking again at the girl whose face still bore traces of tears, he realized she was an exceptionally beautiful young woman, on par with the woman who had previously bought talismans from Ethan Brooks. Perhaps because she was anxious, her cheeks were tinged with a flush, which made her snow-white skin stand out even more. Her slender, fair neck drew Ethan Brooks's gaze downward, and the deep cleavage accentuated by the fitted Donna Karan top was even more alluring.

“Sunny, I’m fine. Help me sit up,” the old man waved his hand and said.

“You’re quite an extraordinary doctor. I know my own illness, and no one has ever been able to bring me back to consciousness so quickly after an attack…” Before the old man could finish, the girl called Sunny seemed to remember something.

She turned around, looking at Ethan Brooks in surprise, and said, “I didn’t expect your medical skills to be so impressive. Are you a traditional Chinese doctor? Did you use golden needles? Can you tell what illness my grandfather has? We really owe you this time, thank you so much.” She fired off a string of questions.

However, this girl named Sunny didn’t really expect the doctor to answer, because her grandfather’s illness had already been examined by many renowned experts both at home and abroad, and none could determine the exact condition. All they could do was issue a notice that, based on the unexplained aging of his internal organs, he had only six months left to live.

She asked these questions out of habit, but her main feeling was genuine gratitude to the doctor for saving her grandfather. Fortunately, they were close to Likang Hospital; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable. If something happened to her grandfather, not only would she be heartbroken, but she also couldn’t bear the responsibility. Although she was her grandfather’s most beloved granddaughter, there were too many people and matters connected to him.

Ethan Brooks nodded and said, “I know what this illness is.”

Of course he knew, but he also knew that no one on Earth had yet reached a concrete conclusion about this disease, which was probably why it hadn’t been diagnosed. The illness was so rare that it was almost one in a billion.

In the cultivation world, there was a type of ore called ‘Purple Scorch’. ‘Purple Scorch’ was a mineral used to refine mid-grade magical artifacts, but it was rare. One of its characteristics was that, once mined, it had to be stored in a jade box, or it would lose its effectiveness. If ‘Purple Scorch’ was simply kept in a pocket, within a day its harmful substances would seep into the body, and the ‘Purple Scorch’ would become waste ore.

The old man’s symptoms were clearly poisoning from ‘Purple Scorch’, which Ethan Brooks realized as soon as he inserted the acupuncture needles. The effects of ‘Purple Scorch’ poisoning were not immediately apparent; if the person was healthy, symptoms might not show for decades, but once they did, without targeted treatment, it was a death sentence.

Symptoms of ‘Purple Scorch’ poisoning included the whole body turning purple, the internal organs gradually becoming scorched, and finally dying of asphyxiation. The old man was a textbook case. If not a cultivator, one could slowly expel the poison with medicinal herbs, but as a first-level Qi practitioner, Ethan Brooks could simply use true qi to remove it.

What surprised Ethan Brooks was that such a mineral actually existed on Earth—truly rare. If he could get his hands on some, it would be quite useful.

“What? You say you know what illness my grandfather has? Doctor, can you cure it? As long as you can cure my grandfather, I can help you with any condition you name.” The girl called Sunny took a while to react, and her hands were trembling as she spoke.

The old man also looked at Ethan Brooks in disbelief. The fact that this young doctor had revived him was already remarkable, but to claim to know what illness he had was simply outrageous. Was the medical standard at Ninghai’s Likang Hospital really this high? Could even an ER doctor know his condition? Was that possible?

Any condition could be met? Ethan Brooks smiled slightly. That was not something a girl should say lightly. But he also understood that this girl’s family must be extremely wealthy or influential. Since that was the case, there was no need to be polite—he happened to need money, so it was only right to get some.

With that in mind, Ethan Brooks turned to the nurse, who was still standing there with her mouth agape in disbelief, and said, “You can leave now. I need to talk to the patient’s family.”

After the nurse left, Ethan Brooks knocked on the table, pondered for a moment, and said, “I can treat this illness.”

With a “crack,” the girl called Sunny dropped her phone on the floor, the battery flying out, but she didn’t even notice—her phone was probably broken.

“Doctor, you really can cure my grandfather’s illness? Is it true?” Sunny didn’t notice her phone was broken at all. She rushed anxiously to Ethan Brooks, grabbed his hands, and asked nervously.

The old man also looked at Ethan Brooks in shock. He didn’t think Ethan Brooks was lying, because Ethan Brooks’s earlier performance had already shown he was a very capable doctor. Since he said so, it meant he really could do it.