Invisible Security Guard-Chapter 53 The Bizarre Vomiting Illness

53: Chapter 53: The Bizarre Vomiting Illness

53 -53: The Bizarre Vomiting Illness

Listening to the crying voice on the phone, and hearing it was Ainsley McCann’s colleague, Yusuf Zuck was completely flustered.

He also silently blamed Ainsley for giving his phone number to someone else.

Wasn’t this betraying him?

“Clara Zuck, right?

I’m twenty-one this year, and you must be older than me, so I’ll call you Sister Zhang.

I really don’t know how to treat any illness, and I don’t have a medical license either.

What happened on the plane was purely accidental, so you’ve got the wrong person, mmhmm, that’s all.” Yusuf Zuck didn’t wait for the other person to respond and hung up the phone.

However, not even ten seconds after hanging up, Clara Zuck called back again.

Yusuf Zuck burst into a mix of anger and laughter.

Was this someone trying to forcefully make him act unethically by shoving money at him?

When the call reconnected, Clara Zuck continued in her hoarse voice, “Mr.

Ray, we’re truly at our wit’s end.

After hearing about your feat on the airplane, we genuinely want to ask for your help.

My husband…

he really can’t hold on any longer.”

“But I’m really not a doctor,” Yusuf Zuck said helplessly.

“Sister Zhang, medical science is so advanced these days, they can treat all kinds of cancer.”

“But we’ve even been to the United States, yet we couldn’t even find out what’s causing his illness.

Mr.

Ray, please, you just need to take a look at my husband.

Money is not an issue, it really isn’t.” Clara Zuck brought up money, not believing that there are people in this day and age who would turn down cash.

“Fine, if you put it that way, I’ll have a look.

But I can’t guarantee I’ll find anything noteworthy.

Also, my consultation fee is quite high—I charge five hundred thousand for one consultation.

If I can cure him later on, that will be an extra charge.

Can you afford it?” Yusuf Zuck was being ruthless, hoping to make the other person back off, which is why he deliberately raised the price!

“No problem.

Where are you?

Should we come to you, or shall you come here in person?” What Yusuf Zuck didn’t expect happened—Clara Zuck had the money.

The consultation fee of five hundred thousand didn’t even give her a moment’s pause!

“Damn!” Yusuf Zuck cursed inwardly, while at the same time, he let go of his inhibitions.

If being unethical would earn him that five hundred thousand, then so be it, he’d earned it!

“You go book a room at the Marriott Hotel and call me once you have it.

Tell me the room number, but I don’t want too many people there.

Get Ainsley to come too.

That’s it!” Yusuf Zuck said and hung up the phone once more.

At the same time, he was somewhat stunned.

Ever since being struck by lightning, it seemed that good fortune was chasing him nonstop—financial luck, romantic luck, it was all falling into his lap whether he wanted to avoid it or not!

Yusuf Zuck said ruefully, “If I ever quit being a bodyguard, it seems I could make a living as a quack doctor too!”

Ruth Wilcox and the others hadn’t returned yet.

They were probably still not finished with lunch.

Yusuf Zuck went back to the room, smoked a cigarette, watched TV a bit, and after about forty-five minutes, Clara Zuck called again: “Mr.

Ray, hello, we have arrived at the Marriott, in room 707.

May I ask…”

“Just wait.” Yusuf Zuck interrupted her and then hung up directly, continuing to watch TV.

The TV was showing the last few episodes of “The Legend of Zhen Huan,” and on the screen, the empress was kneeling in front of the emperor, saying something like, “Your Majesty, your concubine cannot accept this.”

Yusuf Zuck felt sorry for the empress; he believed that this drama was an encouragement story for mistresses to climb their way up.

Moreover, this mistress even seduced her own brother-in-law, and after gaining power, she even made her husband wear a cuckold’s hat.

And the most detestable thing was that she had a child with the brother-in-law and then, in the end, she strangled her own husband.

The emperor was innocent, the empress had her hateful aspects, but she also deserved sympathy.

Anyone would find it unbearable to have such an excellent husband snatched away.

Yusuf Zuck finished watching the episode before leaving his room and heading downstairs, straight to the door of 707 and knocked twice.

The one who opened the door was Ainsley McCann; after all, she was the middle person and Yusuf Zuck had explicitly asked her to come along.

Ainsley McCann winked at Yusuf Zuck but didn’t smile.

Instead, she formally said, “Mr.

Ray, thank you for coming over.”

Yusuf Zuck knew Ainsley was putting on an act, not wanting others to misunderstand her relationship with him.

“I told you not to give my phone number to anyone else, what’s the matter with you?” Yusuf Zuck played along.

“Oh.” Ainsley stuck out her tongue and let Yusuf Zuck in before closing the door behind them.

Inside the room, a tall and stunningly beautiful woman in her mid-twenties approached.

This woman was truly a knockout—with an oval face, fair skin, and long, slender legs, dressed in shorts and high heels.

Yusuf Zuck was very sensitive to women with long legs, as a woman with a pair of slender, beautiful legs is truly a sight for sore eyes.

“Hello, Mr.

Ray, I am Clara Zuck.” The tall beauty reached out her hand in a confident and graceful manner.

Yusuf Zuck and Clara Zuck’s hands touched lightly; hers was cool but soft.

Of course, at this time, he also looked at the man sitting on the bed in the room.

This was a man in his fifties, with thinning hair, almost bald, with a waxy complexion, and a height of scarcely one seventy.

The old man was very thin, dressed elegantly and with some presence, but he really did look very old.

Yusuf Zuck asked no questions; in such circumstances, it was all too common for a flight attendant to have snagged a wealthy benefactor.

“Hello Mr.

Ray, my name is John Acme.

Thank you for taking the time to look at my illness!” The man appeared very weak and tired, and while speaking, he also gave Clara Zuck a knowing glance.

Understanding immediately, Clara Zuck handed over a suitcase from the bedside to him, “Mr.

Ray, here is five hundred thousand for the consultation fee.

Please, you must cure my husband’s illness!”

“If you’re going to say that, then I won’t look at it, because we agreed upfront that the consultation fee is five hundred thousand, not to guarantee a cure for Mr.

Acme’s illness!” Yusuf Zuck did not take the suitcase; he felt it necessary to speak plainly upfront.

If he couldn’t diagnose John Acme’s illness and John Acme turned around and accused him of practicing without a license, defrauding him of his money, the health enforcement would take him away.

Such cases were not unheard of, and that was the reason he had asked Ainsley McCann to come along.

He was not a brainless man.

Truly, some money is not so easy to earn.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry; that’s not what I meant.

I just mean to ask, please, Dr.

Ray, do help,” Clara Zuck apologized repeatedly and couldn’t help but give Yusuf Zuck a few more glances.

This young man, roughly twenty years old, surprisingly had a sagacity that belied his actual age, with his speech watertight.

“Dr.

Ray, rest assured, five hundred thousand is nothing,” John Acme also smiled at Yusuf Zuck at this time, indicating that he didn’t care about the five hundred thousand.

Yusuf Zuck nodded and sat opposite John Acme, enveloping him with his telekinesis to probe his body.

“Huh?” After scanning, Yusuf Zuck surprisingly didn’t find anything wrong with John Acme’s body.

One could say he was very healthy.

His brain and all his internal organs were normal.

“Shall we begin?” John Acme was unaware that Yusuf Zuck had already examined him once, so he smiled and held out his hand, “Do you need to take my pulse?”

“Not yet.

Please describe your symptoms,” Yusuf Zuck said with a grave shake of his head.

“I have all the medical records from various major hospitals, do you want to take a look?” Clara Zuck interjected.

“No need.

Just describe the symptoms directly.

I can’t understand doctors’ handwriting,” Yusuf Zuck said, having no compliments for doctors’ penmanship, recalling that all doctors’ medical records and prescriptions seemed to be in a cursive script.

“It’s like this,” Clara Zuck thought for a moment, “My husband came back from a trip three months ago and had a fever for a few days.

After the fever subsided, he began vomiting uncontrollably every day, on average once every two hours, and nothing could stop it.

He’s been tortured to the point of losing nearly forty pounds in these months, and he’s completely run down.

We’ve been to Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou, Hong Kong, Japan, and the United States for treatment, but none have cured him or came up with a concrete diagnosis.

We also took a lot of Chinese medicine, consulted with many famous doctors, but nothing has helped.

No medicine works!”

“Vomiting?” Yusuf Zuck was stunned for a moment.

Vomiting without cause—what kind of disease was that?

However, if it was truly uncontrollable vomiting, that would be agonizing, a turmoil in the stomach!

“If it’s vomiting, shouldn’t the stomach, intestines, esophagus, or brain be the focus?” Yusuf Zuck pondered out loud.

Clara Zuck replied, “Yes, we’ve taken X-rays of the gastrointestinal tract and brain, and he’s had over a dozen endoscopies, but the cause hasn’t been found.”

“Oh, let me take your pulse then,” Yusuf Zuck gestured for John Acme to extend his arm, resting his hand on his wrist.

Of course, he released his telekinesis again, mainly focusing on the stomach, intestines, brain, and esophagus.

A moment later, Yusuf Zuck still found everything to be normal, with no signs of anything amiss.

“How about it, Dr.

Ray?” both Clara Zuck and John Acme were very anxious, and even Ainsley McCann seemed on tenterhooks.

Yusuf Zuck frowned and thought for a moment, “Do you know when the next bout of vomiting will be?”

“I know, I know, it’s just too regular, which puzzles the doctors because every seventy or eighty minutes or so, he will vomit unconditionally, regardless of whether he has eaten anything,” Clara Zuck nodded repeatedly, “We have about ten minutes before the next bout!”

“Dr.

Ray, this strange disease has tormented me so much I don’t want to live.

To tell the truth, I feel like I’m about to vomit out my bile.

Being sick is truly suffering; no amount of money can buy health!” John Acme lamented in an elderly fashion.

“Mr.

Acme, your mood is most important.

Relax your mind; don’t overthink.

Let’s wait and see,” Yusuf Zuck didn’t know what else to say.

This old man was surely a wealthy person; he had even married a young flight attendant that young men in their twenties would desire, a true Casanova.

“When you’re sick, how can you be in a good mood?” John Acme shook his head.

“Hmm, Clara, let me know in advance when it’s about time,” Yusuf Zuck suddenly reminded.

“Alright, I’ll watch the time,” Clara Zuck nodded.

“Do you professionally treat rare illnesses, Dr.

Ray?” John Acme asked with interest about Yusuf Zuck’s private life.

In his eyes, Yusuf Zuck was still a kid, not even as old as his son.

Of course, having heard about Yusuf Zuck’s actions on the plane, he knew this young man might be an extraordinary person, perhaps a descendant of a traditional Chinese medical family!

“I’m a driver by profession; I don’t treat illnesses,” Yusuf Zuck shook his head.

“A driver?” Even Ainsley McCann was stunned upon hearing Yusuf Zuck’s words; a driver who could treat rare illnesses?

This totally defied all common sense.

“Haha,” John Acme laughed and shook his head, then stopped asking further questions.

As time ticked by second by second, about seven or eight minutes later, Clara Zuck suddenly reminded, “It’s about time for him to vomit.”

“Got it, give me your hand,” Yusuf Zuck placed his fingers on John Acme’s wrist again, closely monitoring everything inside John Acme’s body with his telekinesis.

Suddenly, a few seconds later, a muffled groan came from John Acme, followed by a loud ‘retch,’ and a mouthful of sour liquid spilled out, pungent and sour-smelling.

“There it is,” the moment John Acme vomited, Yusuf Zuck finally spotted the anomaly.

He had found the cause of the illness.