"Bring him here right now," Fred said in a lowered voice.
"He refused to come with us, sir. We can't force him, or he might call the police."
As they had already attracted enough attention, they could not risk it as the miracle doctor was well-known. Besides, they could not enter his estate. They had asked to see him, but he turned them down. The only thing they could do was wait in the car and call Fred for further instructions.
Suppressing the urge to curse, Fred said grimly, "What does he want? Tell him to name a price."
"No, Your Grace. He doesn't care for money."
They were at their wits' end. As they were not in Yudonia, they could not do as they pleased.
"No one ever says no to money!" Palming his forehead in frustration, Fred shouted, "Make him an offer he can't refuse! I'm sure he’ll say yes once we offer him enough."
Just as he was about to hang up, he had a second thought. "Never mind. I'll go there right now." He thought perhaps it was better if he took charge in this matter.
Fred approached the gatekeeper, who went inside to pass on his message. Soon, someone came out to let him in, but only him. His bodyguards wanted to follow, but Fred stopped them.
"It's okay. What can he do to me?" Knowing that the physician was an old man, he was not worried. Besides, he only came to engage the physician’s services.
Fred entered the estate alone and was led by a servant to a gazebo instead of the main hall. An old man was brewing some medicine there, and the courtyard was filled with the scent of herbs.
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