Invisible Security Guard-Chapter 49 The Wild Doctor

49: 49: The Wild Doctor

49: 49: The Wild Doctor

Yusuf Zuck no longer paid attention to the company secretary; he could tell right away that she was no good, the type of woman whose belt is always loosened.

Maybe it was due to societal progression, the emancipation of women, or the rise of the internet, but in reality, there were many women like her: those who have affairs behind their husband’s or fiancé’s back, commonly using WeChat or Momo to arrange hook-ups, or playing flirtatious games with colleagues during business trips.

Such women were everywhere.

In Yusuf’s heart, he disliked these types of women.

It wasn’t about respect or disdain; he was quite open-minded, but deep down, he was conservative.

He firmly believed that a woman’s fidelity was the most precious thing, something not even a thousand pieces of gold could buy.

The company secretary had thrown him a flirtatious glance, but he did not reciprocate.

In fact, sitting next to her made him feel uncomfortable since her perfume was so strong, nothing like the subtle scents worn by Ruth Wilcox and Miles O’Brien.

Thinking of Miles O’Brien, he seemed to have forgotten to call her this morning, and she hadn’t called him either.

“Hmm, I’ll give her a call after getting off the plane,” Yusuf Zuck thought with a fleeting smile. freēnovelkiss.com

Miles O’Brien was quite an interesting and precious woman, truly one of a kind.

The airplane cruised smoothly at high altitude, and the beautiful flight attendant began serving passengers drinks like coffee and more; there was free food available on the flight.

When Yusuf Zuck saw the flight attendant pushing the cart towards him, his eyes lit up—not because she was attractive, but because he was genuinely hungry, having not had a full meal that morning.

He seemed to have lost a few pounds these past days because he never felt full no matter how much he ate.

“Spotted a beauty?

Too bad she’s not your type!” the company secretary muttered with a sneer.

Yusuf automatically ignored her, not even acknowledging her comment.

The flight attendant continued to hand out food and drinks, quickly reaching the row in front of Yusuf and the company secretary.

Just as the flight attendant was distributing food to the row in front, all of a sudden, her cart was violently knocked over, and she quickly crouched down, anxiously asking, “What’s wrong, what’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Alec Petty, get the medicine,” two middle-aged people, both around thirty-five to thirty-six, stood up—one a man in a suit and tie and the other woman also very elegantly dressed, but both had a haggard look on their faces and were frowning deeply.

Yusuf had an excellent memory.

He remembered that the people sitting in the front row were a family of three: the couple had brought a little girl, about ten years old.

He hadn’t paid much attention at the time, only aware that this family of three were particularly quiet; it seemed as though they hadn’t spoken a word since boarding the plane.

He stood up, and the surrounding passengers also curiously peered over in their direction.

It was the little girl who had suddenly collapsed, falling onto the cart.

Of course, the flight attendant was not blaming the little girl; rather, she was full of concern, for the girl had not done it on purpose but had suddenly taken ill.

She was convulsing with her body tensing in spasms, extremely stiff as if suffering from cramps, and foam was coming out of the corner of her mouth, her hands clawed as though trying to grasp something.

Indeed, the little girl was in the midst of a distressing, pitiable seizure, even Zuck, standing up, could see the painful expression on her face and the sweat covering her forehead.

The woman, likely her mother, pulled out a white pill and forced the girl’s mouth open to administer the medicine.

She was silently crying, while the man also showed redness around his eyes, clearly distressed.

The flight attendant looked bewildered, at a loss for what to do.

“Sorry, sorry, for disturbing everyone, we’re sorry!” After giving the pill, although the girl continued to convulse, her parents visibly relaxed a bit and kept apologizing to the people around them, even nodding in apology to Zuck who had stood up.

They meant they were sorry for having alarmed everyone.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, what’s wrong with your child?” Zuck waved his hand reassuringly and also quietly scanned the girl with his Divine Consciousness.

He could see through people, able to observe the blood, meridians, organs, and even the intricacies of the brain.

This was the ultimate Telekinesis, unique to him.

Even though he wasn’t a doctor, he could still check to see if there were any issues within the girl’s body.

“This…,” obviously, Zuck’s question was a bit abrupt, and the couple didn’t know how to respond.

“Oh no, it’s nothing, just asking,” Zuck waved his hands dismissively and sat back down, with a frown on his face.

Because in that instant, he had scanned the girl’s body thoroughly.

All the girl’s organs and body structures appeared normal, except there was an issue inside her brain.

There was a fine wire that had been inserted from the top of her head deep into her brain by human hands.

The wire was incredibly thin, not a metal wire but rather like a single strand of hair, almost imperceptible!

“Sir, ma’am, do you need any help?” the flight attendant asked politely.

“No need, thank you,” the man smiled amicably at the flight attendant while holding his daughter and gently rocking her.

The flight attendant pushed her cart to Yusuf’s row, and he ordered a few pieces of bread and a bottle of cola.

He ate by himself, all the while pondering the wire inside the little girl’s head!

Obviously, someone convulsing and foaming at the mouth was related to the brain, and that wire was the key—probably pressing on a nerve or something, which was why it caused such symptoms.

About seven or eight minutes passed, and the girl stopped having seizures, Yusuf Zuck also finished his bread.

The little girl sat up, the young couple gently kissed her face, and she gave her parents a sweet smile without saying anything.

Yusuf Zuck watched all this and, at the same time, he finally made up his mind to help this family of three.

They say saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda, and although he was not a very good person, being able to help others and bring joy to himself was a virtue.

His mother had always told him to do good deeds and accumulate moral virtue!

Moreover, seeing such a small child tormented by illness yet so strong, he was truly moved.

Of course, he also knew he couldn’t be too brash.

If he approached them now, he would only arouse suspicion instead of earning the couple’s trust.

And just as he was preparing to find a way to strike up a conversation with the family, the little girl in front of him suddenly had another seizure!

“Yuqing, Yuqing, don’t scare Mommy, please don’t scare Mommy…” The young woman, who had not cried out before, finally couldn’t bear it when her daughter had a second fit, and she started crying while holding the girl.

The man looked utterly defeated and helpless.

The medicine had been taken, but the seizures had happened again.

They were truly at a loss.

Many passengers turned their heads; flight attendants hurried over to ask if they needed any help.

“It’s all your fault, all your fault.

I said let’s take the train, but you had to take the plane.

Being on a plane means high altitudes, which will definitely cause discomfort in the head, it’s all your fault…” The young woman cried while forcefully pounding on the man, who, with reddened eyes, shook his head at the flight attendant, “Thank you, thank you, no help is needed.

Our child has a rare disease, we couldn’t find a cure in Beijing, and now we’re heading to Shanghai to seek treatment.”

“But you can’t just let her keep having seizures like this, it could damage her brain!” an old lady in front suddenly said loudly.

“Try pinching her philtrum,” another old man suggested.

“We’ve tried all that, it’s useless.

Specialists in Beijing have examined her, and they couldn’t find the cause of the disease…” the man said, shaking his head.

Ruth Wilcox, Sara Zuck, and others also turned around to look, moved by how pitiable the family was.

“Brother, I’m a doctor, how about I take a look at your child?” Suddenly, Yusuf Zuck stood up, claiming to be a doctor and offering to check the child!

“Ah?” Dong Mi, sitting next to Yusuf Zuck, was stunned and then completely confused.

Was Yusuf Zuck serious?

This was no time for jokes; didn’t he see how pitiable this family was?

Ruth Wilcox turned around, equally baffled.

Was there anything his driver and bodyguard didn’t know how to do?

Was there?

Why did he always have to be in the thick of things?

And now he’s a doctor?

What kind of international joke was this?

Sara Zuck also looked shocked.

Her brother hadn’t been drinking, and even if he had, he wouldn’t speak nonsense.

However, Yusuf Zuck paid no attention to the surprised and confused looks from Sara Zuck and Ruth Wilcox.

He squeezed past Dong Mi and squatted down in front of the girl’s father!

“Thank you, thank you, but it’s no use.

The best neurology specialists in Beijing couldn’t diagnose her illness!” The man expressed his gratitude, although he doubted whether this young man was a doctor, he was clearly well-meaning.

“I’m a folk doctor, the kind without a medical license, but sometimes folk remedies can treat serious illnesses.

If you trust me, brother, I’ll take your child’s pulse.

It won’t harm her anyway.

But if you don’t trust me, then never mind.”

“Folk doctor, without a medical license!” Yusuf Zuck’s voice wasn’t loud, but the nearby passengers all heard him.

What is a folk doctor?

It’s those barefoot doctors who travel in rural areas without having obtained a national medical practitioner’s certificate.

These barefoot doctors often practice family medicine, passed down from one generation to the next.

Of course, whether among the common folk or officials, barefoot doctors are more often disparaged than praised.

After all, it’s the 21st century now, and with the rise of the internet, one often sees exposure of frauds, including the televised pieces of journalists conducting undercover investigations of fake doctors and so on.

Those are the ones who are up to no good, deceptively making ill-gotten money.

The man hesitated.

Yusuf Zuck meant well, but upon hearing the words “folk doctor,” he lost his confidence in the idea.

“Thank you, young man, for the trouble.” Before the man could decide, the young woman had already made up her mind.

In a family, sometimes men are not as decisive as women.

In this era, many women are the pillars of the home, if not financially, at least spiritually.

She gave her husband a nudge, signaling him to get up so that Yusuf Zuck could sit down and take their daughter’s pulse.

“Thank you for the trouble,” the man said, looking like a cultured and sophisticated person, not uneducated or without manners, so he stood up and continued to express his thanks.

Yusuf Zuck gave a faint smile, then sat in his place and, with feigned seriousness, grabbed the girl’s wrist, squinted his eyes, and began to take her pulse!

Ruth Wilcox felt like exploding.

What was Yusuf Zuck doing?

What was he playing at?

Sara Zuck was completely bewildered, thinking her brother must have gone mad.

It was Dong Mi, however, who stood up with a knowing look on her face and watched Yusuf Zuck with interest.

Many passengers, including two flight attendants, stood up with curious faces, wanting to see if this self-proclaimed unlicensed folk doctor could cure the little girl’s convulsions!

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