Miller brought Megan to the house of that patient. The owner of the house was called Mr. Dean. Megan could tell from their magnificent house that this Mr. Dean must be someone important. She wondered when Miller got to know a powerful friend like this.
But the way Miller talked to Mr. Dean's family members was so careful. They were probably not as close as Megan thought.
Mr. Dean was lying on his bed. Thick curtains draped down from its high posts. The members of the big family all surrounded the bed, looking worried. One middle-aged man, who was probably Mr. Dean's son, led them in. He cast a glance at Megan, frowning, "You're bringing a girl? Are you sure she's capable of healing him?"
"Of course!" Miller smiled flatteringly, "Darcy Young, ever heard of this name? He's her grandfath
