Rebirth of the Deadly Beauty novel Chapter 569

"Mr. Kaufman, hello." The blond-haired, blue-eyed man leading the group greeted Alfred in clumsy Culomian.

Behind him, the others were already unpacking their cases. They displayed cutting-edge medical equipment to everyone in the living room.

Alfred nodded at Paul, while Jude, upon hearing the introduction, looked at Asher with newfound respect. It was clear he had heard of Dr. Paul's reputation.

"Asher, you've really outdone yourself by managing to invite Mr. Smith!"

"I have some connections with Mr. Smith," Asher replied with a grin. "So, when he came to Havaria for a symposium, I convinced him to stop by Riverdale."

He beamed with pride and added, "With Mr. Smith here, Grandpa Alfred's illness is bound to be cured!"

"Well, that's quite the coincidence," Alfred said with a slight smile. "Jude also invited a doctor for me—a renowned physician from Willow Creek Clinic." He glanced at Yolanda thoughtfully.

"This can be considered a collision between modern and traditional medicine, right?"

"Traditional medicine?" Asher raised an eyebrow. His eyes landed on Yolanda. Only then did he notice her presence.

"Grandpa Alfred, you're joking, right?"

His disdain was palpable as he looked Yolanda up and down. He didn't believe in so-called traditional medicine. In his experience, practitioners were usually elderly men, who were well past their prime. He had never seen someone so young in that role.

"This young lady is supposed to be a renowned physician?"

"Asher, Ms. Henderson saved my life," Jude interjected in a stern tone. "Don't judge a book by its cover!"

"Uncle Jude, you've been tricked," Asher sneered.

"Her? Treat an illness? Don't make me laugh! Traditional medicine is nothing but a scam. They use old stories to mislead people. Aren't there enough cases of people getting hurt by it?"

Asher, however, immediately turned red with anger and pointed at Yolanda.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Yolanda smiled calmly.

"You've been struggling with hair loss for a while now. Haven't you asked Mr. Smith if he could help with that?"

"How do you know..."

Asher's eyes narrowed, and his expression turned cold.

He had thought no one would notice.