My Rich Medical System

Count Your Days, Gerald

Faced with that question, Daven remained calm because the System had already provided him with everything he needed to know about the illness and all he needed to do was to search for it.

However, Gerald didn't see it that way. Seeing the way Daven was staring blankly, he thought Daven had gone frozen in fear.

He gloated, “Father, why would you ask him such a question? I didn't tell you earlier, but he is just a cleaner back at school. He is barely even a student.”

“Really?” Doctor Blackman raised his brows, in wonder. He noticed Daven’s clothes were shabby and his face rough with callused fingers. Gerald’s words seemed to be true.

“Yes, father. You shouldn't waste your time speaking to him. Look, your colleagues are waiting.” Gerald pressed, with a smile. All he wanted to do was get rid of Daven.

“Yes, Doctor Blackman. The event is about to start. We can’t keep waiting for someone who doesn't even know what he is doing…” The doctors started to complain.

On the other hand, Blackman couldn't deny that he had a little hope in Daven. Especially how he had seen how Daven explained his father’s illness which his son would never be able to do.

But seeing how Daven was so lost, he decided to listen to Gerald and the doctors.

“Alright, get him out of here.” Blackman waved his hand and proceeded to walk toward the entrance.

Gerald smiled with glee, rushing to grab Daven but immediately he did, Daven finally spoke.

“We are not done, Doctor Blackman. I haven't answered your question!” His words caused the doctors to stop with Gerald frowning immediately.

“What more do you want to do?” Gerald gritted his teeth angrily. “Don’t you see you don’t belong here?” He wanted to punch Daven straight in the face, but he had to compose himself before his father.

“Gerald, why are you stopping me? Are you afraid that I will answer the question correctly?” Daven turned on him, an idea sneaking into his mind.

“Me? Afraid? What do you know?” Gerald sneered.

“Well, why don’t we make a deal then?” Daven’s smile grew. “If I answer the question right, will you surrender yourself to the police for running me over?”

Those words hit Gerald like a lightning bolt and he looked at his father who immediately frowned in confusion.

“What are you saying?” Gerald barked, trying to mask his turmoil. “How can the son of a prestigious man like my father run you over? I have some dignity to maintain!”

Gerald knew there was nothing his father valued more than upholding the family name, so he was going to bank on that.

“Yes, Daven.” Blackman stepped forward, his gaze stern. “You can’t speak so ill of my son that way. If you do, you are insulting me too. Watch your words!”

“You have done nothing here than show off the little knowledge you have and cause trouble! You even delayed us all here. It’s time for you to leave.” Blackman was visibly annoyed.

Before these doctors, Daven was about to tarnish his family’s image and he didn't like that.

“I already called security, father. Don’t worry.” Gerald smiled calmly, feeling like things were in his control. A second later, three hefty security men rushed forward and he pointed at Daven.

“Take him away! Don’t let him set foot within ten meters of the entrance. Do you understand?” Gerald barked the orders. The men got to work, laying their hands on Daven.

However, Daven wasn’t fazed, and as the men tried to push him out, he blurted out, “Your question is quite simple to answer, Doctor Blackman.”

Again, they all halted.

“Opening a brain and the skull can be thrilling but the real thrilling thing is to locate the tumor precisely and take out as much as you can without damaging the blood vessels!”

Those words were not the direct explanation but they revolved around whatever Blackman was asking. And with the way Daven warped his words, it impressed the doctors too.

“Put him down!” Blackman ordered immediately, looking at Daven with an intrigued gaze.

“But, father…” Gerald protested, rushing to stand before his father.

However, Blackman pushed him aside, going straight to Daven.

“Young boy, do you perhaps study medicine or have any interest in it?” Blackman’s eyes shone. No matter how Daven got the answer, he didn't care, he was just very intrigued that a young man who was just like his brainless son had such knowledge.

Daven took a deep breath, “No, I do not study medicine. I am just a cleaner and a student.”

Immediately, Blackman’s eyes dimmed in disappointment. “It’s a shame.”

“However, you have impressed me and so, I am going to do your father's surgery.” Blackman agreed, with a slight smile on his face.

“Really?” Daven asked, just to be sure.

Blackman nodded eagerly, “Would you like to watch while I do it?”

“Sure,” Daven didn't refuse at all, after all, it would be beneficial to him.

“Good.” Blackman liked that he at least had an interest. “You should come in with me. Right after the event, we will go straight to the hospital.”

“Yes.” Daven smiled, with a slight blow. When he straightened up again, he watched the doctors give him a commendable gaze as they walked in and he felt proud.

On the other hand, Gerald stood alone, fuming and glaring at Daven.

“What do you think you are doing?” Gerald snapped.

“Nothing.” Daven chuckled nonchalantly. “But I am quite surprised how different you are before your father, Gerald. You seem like an innocent dog–”

“Shut your mouth!” Gerald snapped again, gritting his teeth. He felt like it was a different Daven standing before him, not the timid and weak cleaner.

“Don’t be too hasty to shut me up...” Daven said, walking to stand beside Gerald before leaning toward his ear, he continued, “After all, there are a lot of things I can say to your father about you, right?”

“Count your days, Gerald.”