NovelEnglishChapter 570
Recently, Asher had been experiencing hair loss for sreason. He developed a bald spot on the back of his
head. Even prescribed medications from the hospital were ineffective, so he had no choice but to shave his head
and wear a wig.
He had specially ordered a high-quality wig from overseas that looked really natural. It looked so convincing that
even his family members could not tell the difference.
Though Asher did not really care about his appearance, he still had his pride. He would secretly visit the
dermatologist while wearing a face mask, and even his parents were unaware of his condition. The fact that this
unassuming young woman had seen right through it caught him off guard.
"Not only do | know about it, but I also know what's causing your hair loss." Tilting her head, Yolanda continued
thoughtfully, "Based on your symptoms, it's alopecia areata, isn't it?"
"Nonsense!" Asher felt embarrassed, but his defensive reaction only confirmed Yolanda's diagnosis.
"Don't think I'll believe you can treat illnesses just because you make a few wild guesses!" Feeling uncomfortable
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtunder the curious gazes of Jude, Alfred, and the Kaufman family's staff, Asher quickly changed the subject. "Mr.
Smith, please examine Mr. Kaufman first!"
He exchanged a few words with Paul in Westorian. Paul then instructed his assistants to set up their advanced
medical equipment. The assistants quickly sterilized the electrode pads with alcohol swabs, then lifted Alfred's
shirt to place them around his heart.
The living room fell silent except for the humming of the medical devices. Yolanda carefully observed the
readings on the equipment Paul was operating. Her expertise lay in traditional medicine, but her knowledge of
modern medicine rivaled that of these specialists.
She acknowledged Paul's reputation as a world-class doctor and his impeccable expertise. However, she doubted
that he and his team could cure Alfred's condition. Modern medicine relied heavily on surgery, but cardiac
surgery would be extremely risky given Alfred's old age.
Sure enough, Paul's furrowed brow remained even after he finished examining Alfred.
"How is it, Mr. Smith?" Asher asked the blonde doctor expectantly.
"I can treat Mr. Kaufman's condition. However..." Paul hesitated.
"That's wonderful! Grandpa Alfred, he says he can treat you!" Asher exclaimed, only hearing the first part.
"Mr. Smith, do you have any concerns?" Jude, who understood Westorian, could tell from Paul's expression that
there was more to come.
"Since it's cardiac surgery, there are significant risks," Paul admitted. "I can perform the operation, but the
success rate is only thirty percent."
"What?" Asher felt as if he had been doused with ice water. He stared at Paul in disbelief.
"Only thirty percent?" Jude's face clouded with worry upon hearing this. He certainly did not want his father to
take such a risk.
"Can he proceed with conservative treatment and without surgery then?" Asher continued in Westorian.
"That's possible, but Mr. Kaufman's coronary artery blockage is severe. Even medication won't be able to clear it.
With conservative treatment, I'm afraid he wouldn't last more than six months."
Both Asher and Jude fell silent. A heavy atmosphere settled over the living room.
Though Alfred could not understand Westorian, he could tell from everyone's expressions that his condition must
be serious. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "Asher, be honest with me. How much tdo | have
left?"
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