The Great Medical Saint

Matthew admired Fred's strategy. However, it wasn't the right time to say that. He could only comfort Rachel.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

"It's all right. Don't be afraid. I'm here. I'll help you if anything happens."

Rachel looked at Matthew and lost her confidence. "This isn't about curing diseases and saving lives. This is a business battle. You're just a doctor. You wouldn't understand even if I explained." She was already flustered, yet Matthew was boasting.

Matthew felt the need to reveal a little of his background. "I know a few people in Khoitwood. All of them are capable individuals. If you need help, I can introduce them to you. They will ensure you win this competition." Rachel shook her head. "It's not about my health. It's my career that's in trouble. Can these doctors you know help me?

"Don't make things worse, all right? I might not be able to return to the Carter family if I lose this battle. Even Grandpa might not be able to save me."

Realizing she couldn't just sit and wait, she said, "I need to visit the Lloyd family. I have a 50% chance of winning if they're willing to support me."

Matthew remembered someone from the Lloyd family. It was Hugo Lloyd.

Last year, Hugo had had a strange disease and sought treatment from Matthew. After three treatments, Matthew had completely cured Hugo. Hugo had been extremely grateful and sometimes visited him.

He had shared stories about his family's history. He had mentioned that his grandfather, Jake Lloyd, had started as a peddler and eventually became a businessman with shops all over the country. At the time, Hugo had been the head of the family.

If the Lloyds Rachel was referring to were the same ones, things would be much simpler. "Rachel, are you referring to the Lloyd family, whose ancestor started out as a peddler?" Rachel nodded. "Yes. There's only one Lloyd family with such a reputation in Khoitwood. So you have heard of them. The Lloyd family is indeed well-known."

Matthew was delighted. "Great. Leave this matter to me. It's just a matter of a few words."

Rachel frowned. He was boasting again.

She finally identified his biggest flaw. He liked to boast and take on responsibility, which seemed manly but was actually immature.

The Lloyd family was so influential that even Fred couldn't be sure of securing their support, yet Matthew claimed it was a simple matter.

"Matthew, please don't make things worse. The Lloyd family's support is crucial for my future and my family's future.

"If Quinn gets to run the company, the Carters will be ruined. I know your medical skills are excellent, but this isn't about treating illnesses. You..." Rachel sighed. Though she didn't want to sound harsh, her tone was filled with disappointment as she thought of Matthew's empty promises.

She didn't want to listen to any more explanations, so she went to start the car.

Matthew didn't bother to explain further and followed her as she drove straight to see the Lloyds.

In the eastern suburbs, there was an old manor with a sign that read "Lloyd Residence" on Lincoln Street.

The sign was weathered and messy. It was obvious that it was quite old.

Rachel smiled as she explained to the security guards. "I'm Rachel Carter, the president of Wealthwave Group. I would like to meet Mr. Lloyd."

One of the guards asked them to wait while he went inside to inquire. While they waited, Malcolm and Quinn got there too.

Malcolm was surprised. "I didn't expect her to react so quickly. She beat us here."

Quinn smiled and said, "Dad, didn't you already call ahead? Even though she's here, she's going to be turned away."

Rachel's expression changed when she saw Malcolm and Quinn. Things were starting to become complicated.

Malcolm laughed. "Rachel, Mr. Lloyd is busy with important guests. He has no time to see you. Go back!"

Rachel snorted. "Mr. Lloyd hasn't responded yet. How can you say that?"

The security guard soon returned. Rachel smiled. "Mr. Lloyd agreed to meet us, right?"

The guard replied bluntly, "Mr. Lloyd agreed to meet, but not you. He'll see Mr. Carter."

Rachel's face turned ashen.

Malcolm laughed. "Rachel, Mr. Lloyd is a very busy man. He doesn't have time to see someone like you. You should go back. I'm going in to have tea with him."