Free Web NovelChapter 1596: Chapter 1596: Ian Shelby’s Proposal
"Rest assured." Jocelyn Morgan looked at him, then turned and left.
As for Ian Shelby, watching that back, he suddenly felt overwhelmed by longing, wanting to hug her... But he couldn’t, he had to keep his distance for her own good.
She was his weakness, but he didn’t want anyone to see that.
After Jocelyn Morgan left, Ian Shelby also stepped out, following the guards toward his father’s palace.
No matter why his father summoned him, he could try to arrange for an Arab doctor; finding a translator would then be a matter of course.
Half an hour later.
In the King’s palace, the luxurious bedroom was filled with Ian Shelby, his uncle Eden, and Arthur, accompanying the royal doctor who was examining the King.
The royal doctor’s medical skills were already formidable, widely recognized in Lorelei, treating the royal family’s noble officials’ major and minor illnesses. He even established a private hospital here.
But compared to Ian Shelby, it was not on the same level.
The King’s health was progressively weakening, now lying on the bed with his eyes closed, recalling the words his son spoke yesterday, sending chills down his spine.
Who exactly had sinister motives? Poisoning him continuously for five years, with such endurance?
Could it be Catherine? Although there was no evidence, she was the most suspect.
For these years, he had devoted all his energy and love to her. If it really were her, it would be heartbreaking.
The royal doctor continued the examination.
Ian Shelby remained silent for a long time before finally speaking, "Royal doctor, I want to find an Arab doctor for my father."
The royal doctor turned his gaze upon hearing this, asking unceremoniously, "Prince, are you questioning my medical skills?"
Ha, how could one not question?
Failing to recognize such a simple fact as five years of chronic poisoning, Ian Shelby met his gaze with a calm tone, "Of course not."
Regarding his father’s condition, the royal doctor indeed did his best, and Ian Shelby saw this, holding no blame, only aware of the inherent variations in human capabilities.
At this moment, the King slowly opened his eyes, directed his gaze at his son, and asked, "What happened? Why do you want to find an Arab doctor?"
"Father, I have only heard that Arab doctors research some peculiar fields. Perhaps they can cure your illness, as their medical books are not widely shared."
Eden slightly furrowed his brows, Arab?
He thought, no matter how skilled, could they surpass the royal doctor? But he understood Justin Kingston’s filial piety.
He neither interrupted nor offered his suggestion.
Before the royal doctor could say more, the King spoke, "Alright, we’ll proceed as Justin Kingston suggested, and invite an Arab doctor."
He told his son, "I’ll entrust this matter to you."
Though the King was unsure why his son acted this way, he was clear on fully cooperating.
Naturally, the royal doctor wasn’t displeased; he hoped the King would recover.
He simply believed that if even he couldn’t cure the King, then replacing him wouldn’t change the outcome.
He had some skills, a touch of pride, and a hint of arrogance.
The King’s time was nearing its end, just within these months; the will to live is a human instinct.
He also hoped the invited Arab doctor would be a miracle worker capable of healing the King.
At this time, Princess Catherine was accompanying Justin Kingston and his team, inspecting a plot of empty land on the palace’s left side.
She shared some thoughts and plans, and Justin Kingston’s construction team took note, using tablets for reminders, fostering effective communication between both parties.
