Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

Hahahahhaha~

Sota inwardly laughed while fidgeting in his seat.

\'The Grandmaster is in my car! The Grandmaster is in my car! From now on, that seat can only be reserved for me when the Grandmaster isn\'t around.\'

Looking at Dorian\'s car seat, Sota had already turned the spot as the high throne.

The vehicle they were in could have 6 spacious seats. But from now on, the vehicle will be assumed to have only 5.

Sota\'s childish mind was at it again.

And soon, they reached another middle-class wealthy gated community on the other side of the massive city.

"Ah-... Young master Ghu."

Those at the gated community entrance were quick to send Sota in.

Who doesn\'t know young master Sota who frequents here often?

The guards had already been alerted of Sota\'s expectant arrival from one of the villa residences.

So without further ado, they allowed him in.

Vrmmm~

All 4 vehicles drove in, allowing Dorian to get a good look at the community.

And as expected, you get what you pay for. Though still a luxury community, it wasn\'t as exquisite as his.

Nonetheless, it was still a great area to live in.

Villa 2... Villa 10, 12, 14, 16, 18!

They drove all the way up to Villa 18.

The Villa had towering walls surprising its perimeters. And at the front was a massive silver gate.

And peering through the gate into the space, one could immediately see over 20 guards in full black attire and weapons in hands patrolling the premises.

The place was alive, with over 60 workers moving like busy ants.

Some were gardeners, some walking the dogs, others focused on keeping the Villa roads tidy, etc.

And these were just the workers they could see via the barred solver gates.

To maintain such a wealthy villa meant hiring quite a lot.

And to be honest, everyone and anyone who has seen his situation don\'t understand how he, Dorian, could manage an even bigger estate without so much help.

The many lawns and grass fields should be overgrown. The pool should be dirty; the many mansions should also be dirty. The outdoor roads for vehicles and walkways should be unswept.

... It didn\'t make any sense how a man with almost no help was able to keep things this clean unless he worked the few workers he had day and night to death.

At least that\'s what many would think.

Only those who saw his powers more or less understood how he maintained his Estate.

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"What? Young master Ghu is here?"

"Great! Quickly! Open the gates!"

Roger that!

The security guards in the security room pressed a button, and immediately, the gates opened.

Wonderful!

Young Master Ghu was here.

In just these few seconds, the word had been passed on, reaching those within the main mansion.

A stern man with a long scar across his cheeks nodded while touching his device on his ears.

And the moment he was done, he abruptly turned towards the broad-shouldered man standing beside a massive bed.

"Master, Young master Ghu has arrived."

"He\'s here!" A haggard middle-aged woman holding her son\'s hands was quick to intellect.

"Yes, Mistress. Their vehicles are pulling in as we speak."

Tears trickled down the woman\'s face, feeling even more hopeful than before.

Why was all this happening to her?

Why is her son having such a strange disease?

How could fate be so cruel?

Since 2 nights back, the woman had felt her life cut short by such an experience.

Her son was her life.

She carried him in her womb and loved him unconditionally.

She would be willing to switch places with him if she could.

Her heart was dead, and her body frozen like ice.

For her son\'s case, she had contacted the Hous, willing to pay any price to cure this mysterious illness.

Of course, she didn\'t tell them in detail about his illness, not wanting the news to leak.

Thus, the Hous have no clue what this matter was all about.

But from the urgency that the couple had revealed, the Hous was able to schedule a home visit from Jung Hou this afternoon.

Things were supposed to go according to the appointed schedule.

But Sota visited yesterday. And seeing his friend\'s condition, Sota quickly contacted Jung Hou.

Jung Hou arrived last night, inwardly confirming that this might be a \'weird\' situation.

Long story short, the couple had been referred to some strange genius doctor by Jung Hou and Sota.

Genius doctor?

How come they never knew of such a powerful person in the city?

In the end, the couple could only pin their hopes on this genius doctor.

Now, they were inwardly praying that Sota had returned with him.

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Receiving the news, everyone\'s mood became heavy with feelings of doubt, worry, and hope intertwined in one.

The broad-shouldered man with a thick mustache and a calm face felt his hands anxiously trembling.

"Lishu... You stay... I\'ll welcome our guests in."

"Yes..." The woman responded, nodding weakly at her husband.

If he returned with no genius doctor, she might just have a heart attack!

Heading down the stairs, Master Ingard and his main guards subconsciously speeded up, wanting to meet with this genius Doctor.

A gloom had long hovered across the estate.

And no one could form a smile across their face... Not even when greeting the genius doctor.

And in just a few more minutes, Sota had arrived!

"Uncle! Look! Look! I brought him just as I promised!"

Sota had already announced Dorian\'s arrival when he stopped in the vast hall.

His face was proud, confident, and very sure!

Him?

Master Ingard and the guards were stunned, to say the least.

Who can tell him what is going on?

Wasn\'t this the Tian boy everyone said was greedy and desperately looking for a way to stay in high society?

Was he really the Genius doctor at such a young age?

Even the Ingard guards felt it hard to believe.

Sota saw their faces of doubt and felt anxious.

"Uncle! Believe me! If the Grandmaster can\'t solve this problem, then no one can!... Uncle, so you want my friend to live in suffering? Remember, even Jung Hou recommended him!"

Yes...

Master Ingard quickly grasped several matters in his heart.

Since his son followed Ghu Sota, he knew Sota wasn\'t friendly with the Tian boy.

So how did things suddenly turn around?

A light flashed in Master Ingard\'s eyes while secretly scrutinizing Dorian.

Calm, collected, and not a sign of greediness anywhere.

Over the last couple of weeks, rumors had come out about this Tian boy.

So the rumor should be from the boy\'s enemies?

Master Ingard was quick to give a deep bow after figuring things out.

"Genius doctor... No... Grandmaster... Please, forgive me for my earlier actions. I deeply apologize if I have offended you."

"Hmmm. It\'s alright." Dorian replied, lazily talking around the hall.

"Since I\'m here, lead the way."

Dorian\'s words were like music to everyone\'s ears.

The little flames of hope only grow into a fire in their hearts.

So confident!

Such a confident fellow referred to by big-name people must have a solution, no?

Ingard\'s ears.

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Lishu was still holding her son\'s hands anxiously while looking at the door from the to time.

She couldn\'t see anyone yet, but the footsteps grew louder and louder, as though judgment time was near.

Will her husband, Zee Ingard, come in with the genius doctor. Or will he walk into the room with disappointing news?

Lishu felt her heart fall into her already clenched belly.

And for the first time, she wanted to pray to the God of science.

Who can help her now?

Tick-Tock. Tock-Tock. Tick---

*Freeze*

Time was still the moment Lishu saw her husband step through the door.

Everything happened in slow motion as her eyes scanned those behind him like a robot.

She didn\'t know when she stood.

All her attention was on the guests, trying to make heads or tails of the situation.

The air was too stagnant, heavy, and choking that even those entering the bed-chamber could feel the sorrow of those within.

And the moment Zee Ingard introduced Dorian, a wave of relief washed over them, though they didn\'t understand why the Tian boy had suddenly become a genius doctor.

But who the hell cares if he can save Young master Ingard?

Again, no one cares about why he was called Grandmaster.

Dorian calmly walked towards Cang Ingard\'s bed, looking at the weak boy on the bed.

​ It moved again.

The corners of Dorian\'s lips raised slightly.

What a ghastly sight!

The Ghu guards, who hadn\'t seen the Cang Ingard\'s situation before, felt their hands turn clammy.

"Grandmaster, so can you do it? Can you save him?"

"Hmmm... Easily... But first, why don\'t you get me a bowl of peach?"

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