The Fake Son Is A Billionaire Young Master

They crossed paths again, in the slum. - Professor Sean couldn't believe his ears. The department of Traditional Medicine? The department with the fewest number of students? In All Stars, the department is always considered the worst department and now someone who is called a genius decides to choose the course.

Professor Sean felt humiliated and annoyed. He struggled for a while to come up with a plan of action. He has already let his students know that the bright young man will be joining the department of modern medicine.

Jeff is attempting to switch departments in addition to having contact with his patient.

"Why?" oaks | He was calm, but there was no denying the anger in his voice.

"Personal reasons, Sir" Jeff answered.

"And I think it's what I'm good at." "Oh. The traditional medicine department is one of the worst departments in All Stars. It doesn't suit someone like you" Professor Sean uttered, his breath growing thin and ragged.

"Tapologize if this caught you off guard. It is a decision I've thought through." Seeing the disappointment on Professor Sean's face, Jeff refrained from delving too far into his reasoning.

He turned back, heading back to the hospital room.

Following the removal of the needles, Jeff cleaned up the dark blood that leaked from the Old Man's body.

"The Malados herb will do the cleansing. I have to get it before tomorrow" Jeff said, his eyes on Adam and Arya.

"No problem. Please send me your account details." Jeff sent his account details, and his phone beeped shortly after, indicating that there was a new message.

"Is it going to be enough?" Jeff checked his phone and smiled.

"More than enough." After Jeff left the hospital, he received a call.

The phone call from Professor Paul had

caught Jeff completely off guard. As he listened to the professor's shocked voice, he couldn't help but chuckle playfully.

"Jeff, have you lost your mind?" Professor Paul exclaimed. "Why on earth would you want to change your course from modern medicine to traditional medicine?" Jeff's voice carried a hint of amusement as he replied, "Well, teacher, you know what they say, it's all in the genes. I feel like my ancestors were renowned traditional healers. It seems the universe had other plans for me." After Jeff said that, Professor Paul paused for a moment. Something in Jeff's words seemed to have struck something within him but Jeff didn't

know this.

"Tell me, Jeff" He called, this time, his voice carrying a hint of softness. "Did anything make you change your mind? You didn't even know what course to choose when you chose All Stars, I'm surprised you changed your mind." "Professor Sean must have said something, right? Is he angry?" Jeff asked.

"Well, he is obviously angry given his personality." Sighing, the professor said, "Just be careful. If you've made up your mind, I suppose I can't change it. Do you need any help?" Jeff's eyes brightened as he spoke, ""Do you know any traditional medicine stores around here? I need to find a herb for something I'm working on."

Professor Paul paused for a moment, considering his response. Finally, he spoke, "Well, Jeff, I believe I know just the place. Why don't I pick you up from your luxurious apartment? We can go together." "No problem" Jeff answered.

"You know, I have some questions for you regarding what Professor Sean told me but I will wait till we meet. See you in some hours" Saying this, Professor Paul hung up.

After the call, Jeff went back to his apartment.

A few hours later, Jeff heard a knock on his apartment door. Opening it, he found Professor Paul standing there, wearing an enigmatic smile. They exchanged greetings, and Jeff noticed something different about Professor

Paul.

Jeff squinted, assessing Professor Paul closely. "Holy moly," he said.

Neither a suit nor the casual attire Jeff was accustomed to seeing Professor Paul wear are on him. The Man was wearing a tight black top that accentuated his abs. His hairstyle was different too.

In fact, everything about Professor Paul looks different.

"Why are dressed like this?" Jeff smirked. "Are you trying to show off your muscles? I got muscles too, you know." "Let's go and stop whining." As they drove off, Paul took a route completely different from what Jeff had expected.

The city's bustling streets slowly transformed into narrow alleyways and dilapidated buildings. After a while, they came to what appeared to be a shantytown, a slum concealed by darkness.

"Is this also inside Starry City?" Jeff asked, utterly shocked as his eyes darted around the surroundings.

"Yes, it is" Paul replied. "It is an abandoned place. Many people don't know it exists." With a sense of curiosity mixed with caution, Jeff followed Professor Paul through the maze of alleyways.

The sounds of the city gradually faded as they strolled in silence until they came to a stop in front of an ordinary- looking building.

As they stepped inside, the atmosphere shifted dramatically.

The scent of sweat mixed with adrenaline reached their nostrils, and the distant sound of a crowd cheering grew louder. Jeff's eyes widened as he realized they had entered a gamble boxing ring.

"Is this what I think it is?" Jeff questioned, staring at the unfazed Professor Paul with great attention.

"Yes it is, Kid" Paul seemed to laugh.

"Wait here, let me get Blade." Jeff furrowed his brows, not understanding what the Older Man was talking about. Before he could ask more questions, Professor Paul had already disappeared.

Jeff's astonishment turned into intrigue as he observed the world within.

Before moving to Arty City, where they first met, Paul had mentioned living in a slum for a while, he would recall.

Lost in thoughts, a bulky man approached Jeff.

Seeing Jeff in casual clothes that were different from the clothes he was used to seeing, he thought he could bully Jeff alittle.

"Hey, young boy. What's a fine boy like you doing here" The bulky man said, trying to touch Jeff's hair. "This isn't a place for people like you." "Yes, I know. Thank you for reminding me" Jeff replied, getting a feeling that the man would cause trouble.

And he was right, the man suddenly pulled his collar, drawing Jeff closer to himself. "If you are aware, then what are you doing here?" As Jeff was about to retaliate, a familiar young lady's voice stopped him. ""Hey, Big Man, that boy you are touching came in with Sharp. You don't want his wrath, do you?" Hearing this, the Big Man immediately released Jeff from his grip. "I'm really sorry. Very Sorry. I meant nothing; I was just trying to make a joke." Jeff looked at the woman who had spoken earlier, unconcerned by the Big Man's apology. Jeff's eyes took on a hunted look, gazing at the young lady as she approached him.

"Emily Swinton?" He uttered, his brows shot up in surprise.

"We cross paths again, Jeff," Emily exclaimed, a radiant smile spreading across her lips. |