Andrew was completely exasperated. He had simply come to the Aicker residence to treat Francesca's condition, but somehow, he was mistaken for a romantic rival and had to deal with Simon's hostility. Andrew explained patiently, "Listen, dude—your feelings for Francesca are your business. I'm just here to provide the medical treatment she's paying me for, and once that's done, whatever romantic plans you two have are completely your own. I couldn't care less!" Even though Simon had been rude, Andrew understood he was acting out of misplaced jealousy, so he decided to let it slide. Simon's expression softened slightly as he scoffed. "At least you know your place. But remember—only I have the right to treat Francesca's condition." Andrew shrugged. "Fine. The Aickers clearly have it all figured out." As Andrew turned to leave, Francesca quickly called out, "Wait, Andrew!" Simon's face darkened. "Fran, let him go. Don't you trust me?" "Simon, I'm grateful for your devotion, bu
"All you do is study medicine, and you're completely out of touch with everything else," Francesca explained. "We're just not compatible." Cedric finally spoke up. "Simon, I agree that you and Fran aren't a good match. However, as my senior apprentice, you'll inherit my medical legacy, and then you can have any woman you desire." Simon's face turned red with anger as he pointed at both Cedric and Francesca. He stuttered, "B-But… Y-You…" He tried to speak, but the words would not come. Suddenly, he passed out from the emotional shock. Cedric immediately ordered his staff to carry Simon to a guest room to rest. Then, he turned to Andrew and sneered. "Well, now you've seen us making a fool out of ourselves. It's time to prove yourself by treating Fran. If you fail, you won't be leaving here in one piece." Andrew could not help but laugh, which earned him a glare from Francesca. "What's so funny?" "I'm laughing at how Simon was completely blind to your feelings, and now his l
In the Aicker residence's living room, Cedric ordered his finest tea to be served to Andrew. "Dr. Lloyd, you're truly a miracle doctor! Please, enjoy the tea," he said with newfound respect. "Mr. Aicker, I don't deserve such praise," Andrew replied with a glance. "Just call me by my name." "That won't do!" Cedric insisted. "Though you're young, your medical expertise is extraordinary. My praise is well-deserved." "Funny, considering you wanted me as your apprentice at the Stevens family residence," Andrew remarked with a smile. "When I refused, you said I was blind to opportunity." Cedric laughed nervously. "That was my own poor judgment, influenced by those fools there. I should've recognized your exceptional talent immediately." Cedric mentally kicked himself as he recalled it, feeling genuinely foolish for having been so blind to Andrew's talents. Francesca sat on the nearby couch, still recovering from the procedure and needing assistance to move, but her spirits we
Cedric called out anxiously, "But Dr. Lloyd, you haven't accepted me as your apprentice yet! Don't worry, I know the protocols. I'll surely make this apprenticeship worth your while!" "It wouldn't be appropriate," Andrew replied dismissively. However, I'm open to discussing medical techniques with you in the future if the opportunity arises." As Andrew left the Aicker residence, Cedric watched him go with disappointment. However, a new spark of hope ignited in his eyes when he glanced at Francesca. "Fran, he healed you, right? Any chance there's a little spark between you two?" Cedric asked with a sly grin. "Grandpa, what are you talking about?" Francesca's face turned red, baffled by her grandfather's sudden change in demeanor. Cedric clasped his hands behind his back and mumbled, "Silly girl, it's obvious that Andrew is not an ordinary person based on the skills he possessed at such a young age. I wanted to become his apprentice to gain a powerful ally, but that won't wor
Shortly after leaving the Aicker residence, Andrew received a call from Lauren. She asked, "Dr. Lloyd, have you heard about Mr. Thatcher's critical condition?" Andrew was not surprised and replied, "I warned before that his condition was serious, but no one listened, so there wasn't much I could do." Lauren let out a bitter laugh. "Dr. Lloyd, Mr. Thatcher is Jayrodale's mayor. Would you consider helping him?" "I'm not in the mood right now," Andrew declined. "Besides, as the mayor, he'll have plenty of capable doctors willing to treat him." Lauren responded, "Alright. I'll head over to check on the situation. But if no one else can help, I'll have to beg for your assistance, Dr. Lloyd. Of course, I understand your terms. I'll make sure you're satisfied—even if it means offering myself for your pleasure." Hearing Lauren's alluring laughter, Andrew smiled wryly. Her flirtation with him had certainly become more intense lately. Just as he ended the call, his phone rang aga
"I wonder if this executive is a man or woman," Leroy mused dreamily. "If it's a woman, I wouldn't mind being with her, even if she's older." Christina frowned. "As a Stevens, is that all you aspire to be? Besides, do you really think a Wealthroller Investments executive would be interested in you?" Leroy looked hurt. "Mom, look! Christie doesn't respect my goals. These days, getting by on charm alone is a skill! Look at that freeloader Andrew—he's now living off that rich girl from the Rhodes family. Honestly, I'm jealous!" Irene nodded in agreement. "Christie, Leroy isn't wrong. Money and status are hard to come by these days. If a female executive from Wealthroller Investments takes a liking to him, I'd fully support it." Christina gave up arguing, tired of her mother and brother's mindset. However, she was determined not to let her brother become like Andrew. She believed that a man living off women's wealth was simply unacceptable. Just then, Andrew arrived at the orphan
Leroy nursed his stinging cheek in angry silence, looking daggers at Andrew. Meanwhile, Christina's face turned pale at the mention of canceling the partnership. She quickly said, "Mr. Maloney, I'm very sorry for Leroy's behavior and disrespect." Owen just sneered. "Your apology means nothing to me. Mr. Lloyd has the final say." Christina was torn at the thought of apologizing to Andre. However, Owen's furious expression made her realize the orphanage deal could slip through their fingers if she did not. After a moment of internal struggle, she forced out the words, "I'm sorry, M-Mr. Lloyd." Andrew smirked. "Ms. Stevens, I'd never thought you'd actually bow to someone." Christina hissed, "Does it feel good to use Mr. Yates' influence to humiliate me?" Andrew's expression remained cold, thinking how stupid she was being. If he really wanted to deal with the Stevens family, he could do it with a snap of his fingers—he did not need anyone's help. Only then did Andrew re
"This doesn't make sense. Mr. Thatcher is in his prime, and my team monitors his health constantly. How could he fall ill so suddenly?" Bernard muttered. As Mark's personal physician, the incident weighed heavily on his shoulders. Harvey confidently announced, "I've already called Dr. Aicker, and he can surely help with Mr. Thatcher's illness." Someone remarked, "Smart move, Mr. Weller. If Dr. Aicker saves Mr. Thatcher, the Wellers will certainly gain his favor." Another person nodded. "Exactly. If Mr. Thatcher recovers, the credit will surely go to Mr. Weller and his family." Even though he was secretly pleased with himself, Harvey maintained a serious expression. "Mr. Thatcher is our mayor, and it's only natural for me to help. I wouldn't dare have any ulterior motives." The mayor's family expressed their sincere thanks to Harvey, while Bernard watched with a cynical smile. He could see right through the young Weller's scheme—everyone wanted to earn the mayor's gratitude b
"No, that's not my kink." Chantelle's voice was sharp as she glared at him with clenched teeth. "I just figured that if you were stupid enough to try something on me, I'd finally have a reason to end you myself." Andrew raised a brow, still amused. "Can I ask… have you ever actually dated anyone before?" Her tone went cold. "Once. It didn't last." "Only once?" Andrew said, surprised. "Sounds like the guy couldn't keep up." Chantelle gave a humorless laugh. "He couldn't. Before we got together, I made the rules clear—no touching without permission. But that jerk was even worse than you. "The moment we were official, he tried to grab my chest and whispered disgusting things. So I broke both his arms, shattered his legs, and dumped him into the water." Andrew winced. "So… you killed the guy?" She scoffed. "I wanted to. Unfortunately, he got lucky. Some fishing boat pulled him out of the water before he drowned." Andrew shook his head. "Still can't figure out how Mr. McCormi
"Not many people have legs that can rival yours," Andrew admitted, gaze trailing down. "But as it happens, I know one. Lauren Rhodes—the Rhodes family's eldest daughter. Her legs are… something else." Chantelle narrowed her eyes. "I've heard of her. But you're talking like you've seen them for yourself." Andrew smirked. "Oh, I haven't just seen them. I've felt them." Their back-and-forth continued as Chantelle's layers disappeared one by one until she stood in only her undergarments. She took a deep breath, wanting desperately to disappear. After all, it was the final layer, and her private parts would be exposed. Andrew's voice cut in, calm as ever. "If I may suggest… start with the top." Chantelle glared. "Why?" He replied evenly, "Because if I'm not impressed, I might not ask for anything more." Surprisingly, that made some kind of warped sense. If this shameless man found her average, maybe—just maybe—she would not have to bare it all. Chantelle took a breath, bit
Just the word 'strip' was enough to make Chantelle's face instantly flush a deep red. She never imagined that one day, she would be forced to strip in front of a man, especially one she had always looked down on and dismissed without a second thought. She noticed Andrew adjusting a phone on a stand nearby, and a sudden wave of dread washed over her. "What are you doing? Don't tell me you're planning to record this," she said, her voice sharp with suspicion. Andrew nodded with satisfaction, checking the perfect angle on his phone. "Of course. A beautiful moment like this deserves to be captured. This way, I can replay it whenever I feel nostalgic." Chantelle's eyes flared with anger and embarrassment. "You're lucky I'm even letting you look. Recording it? Forget it." Andrew shrugged casually. "I knew you'd say that. That's why the setup's just for show. Now… your performance, if you would." He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, expression smug. Chantelle's fingers tr
"Dr. Lake, if you want to add more, go ahead," Richard replied coldly over the phone. "Money talks—and the more you offer, the faster that punk dies." … "Andrew, going up against Mosby brings you nothing but trouble," Chantelle said with a frown as they drove. Andrew's tone turned sharp. "He's the one who keeps provoking me—I didn't ask for this." Chantelle shook her head. "Even so, you should've handled it with more discretion. Mosby's been in Blumedale for years. His connections, his influence—you can't just sweep that aside. "Even if you want to challenge his reputation in the medical field, it doesn't have to happen overnight." Andrew scoffed. "Mosby? A respected authority? Let me be blunt, Ms. Garcia—you won't believe me, but to me, Mosby's just another loudmouthed nobody." Chantelle blinked, then let out a laugh, though it was laced with anger. "You're right. I don't believe you." Sure, Andrew had performed brilliantly today by saving George, and it was indeed an i
"Andrew, do you even realize you're playing with fire right now?" Chantelle, just about to start the car, froze and turned to him with furious eyes. Andrew raised a brow with a smirk. "What's wrong? Is the great Ms. Garcia—the darling of Mr. McCormick—planning to go back on her word now?" Chantelle stiffened, her face darkened, clearly ready to argue back. Before she could, a crowd had already gathered around the vehicle. "Dr. Lloyd, please wait—we have some medical puzzles we'd love your insight on!" Someone said, "Your skills today were extraordinary, Dr. Lloyd. I'd be honored to call myself your student!" "Who would've thought that someone like you would appear in Blumedale? One day, Dr. Lloyd, you'll be leading all of Gabo Creek Province's medical field!" Even Andrew had not expected this wave of praise. These elite doctors had specifically come to celebrate his success, and he was rather amused. "Please, everyone, make way. My medical skills really aren't anything sp
"So I had to take a different approach to get the medicine into his system," Andrew said calmly. As he spoke, he picked up the large bowl of herbal decoction Chantelle had prepared and placed it over the flame. The concoction soon began to boil, releasing a rich herbal aroma as steam filled the room. The medicated vapor slowly rose and enveloped George's entire body. Mosby scoffed. "And here I thought it was some groundbreaking technique—turns out it's just herbal steaming! Even I can do that." Everyone could tell he was just trying to stay relevant. Normally, his usual entourage of bootlickers would have chimed in with praise. But this time, no one said a word. Mosby turned to look behind him, only to see that the doctors who once flocked around him were now focused entirely on Andrew, their expressions full of admiration. They had already dismissed Mosby completely as if he were no longer in the room. "You'll need to do this treatment once every three days," Andrew instruc
Logan was stunned. He rushed forward in shock. "Father, you're awake?" George forced a small smile. "Not only am I awake, but I've never felt this clear-headed before. It even feels like my martial cultivation just had a breakthrough!" The crowd of expert doctors, including Chantelle and Mosby, was frozen in place, completely dumbfounded. No one could utter a single word, as they were too stunned to react. Andrew gestured for Logan to help George onto the couch, smiling as he said, "Mr. Keller Senior, the energy corruption has already been cleared from your system. Now you'll just need some medication to aid your recovery, and your body should return to normal. "However, your vitality and spiritual energy were badly depleted—it'll take a few months to fully recover." George looked at Andrew with genuine admiration. He asked Logan to help him sit up, then turned solemnly and said, "I'm already grateful just to be alive. But to come out of this without losing an ounce of my life
Mosby explained, "But undoubtedly, his mind must be utterly exhausted and his spirit completely drained! Whether or not he wakes up will be the real challenge. If he doesn't regain consciousness, he'll become nothing more than a hollow shell." As he spoke, he cast a deliberately sinister glance at Andrew. If George remained in a vegetative state, then Andrew would not just be blamed—he would probably be executed on the spot by the Keller family. Yet right then, Logan turned to Andrew with genuine sincerity and said, "Andrew, all of us in the Keller family saw what you did for my father. Don't worry—even if he doesn't wake up, you'll still be honored as a benefactor of our family." Mosby could not believe what he was hearing. "Mr. Keller, how can you say that? If Mr. Keller Senior doesn't wake up, Andrew should be held accountable for a grievous crime!" Logan, however, had already seen through Mosby's jealousy and hostility toward Andrew. He responded calmly, "Mr. Lake, this is
Andrew ignored all the shouting around him without batting an eye. Once everything he requested had been brought in, he began the treatment without delay. "Mr. Keller Senior, brace yourself for some pain," he warned calmly. With that, he slowly inserted golden needles into the top of George's head. Chantelle's voice turned serious. "Andrew, the head is the most delicate part of the human body. It's where the nerves are most complex—what you're doing could have serious consequences." Andrew replied evenly, "Mr. Keller Senior's condition stems from a mental collapse, and the mind resides in the thoughts—the thoughts in the brain. So, treatment has to start there." As he explained, his hands moved with precision. Soon, the crown of George's head, right in GV20, was covered in golden needles. Then, he pressed two acupoints on George's chest with careful control. A flicker of relief finally appeared on George's agonized face. Logan asked cautiously, "Andrew, why did you target