Hearing the man's words, Deanna was a bit surprised.
At the same time, due to the man's decent attitude, her initial displeasure dissipated somewhat. She responded calmly, "It's understandable that your sister doubts me. Compared to Old Hughes, I do seem less reliable at my age."
"As long as Miss Jones doesn't take it to heart. However, I still hope Miss Jones can treat my grandfather. He's been suffering greatly from his illness recently, and as his descendant, I can't bear to see him in pain any longer."
The man's words were sincere.
Seeing this, Deanna found it hard to refuse.
She raised an eyebrow and said deliberately, "Aren't you afraid that my medical skills might worsen your grandfather's condition?"
"I trust Old Hughes' judgment. Besides, Miss Jones gives off an air of confidence. So please proceed with the treatment without worry," the man replied with a deep gaze.
Deanna was a bit taken aback.
Meanwhile, Leticia was fuming.
She glared at Deanna and said urgently, "Cousin, are you really going to let this woman treat Grandpa? What if she makes his condition worse, like she said?"
"If that happens, it would mean our grandfather's time has come."
The man's last words were heavy.
He then took a deep breath, approached Deanna, and extended his hand politely. "I'm Hassan Walsh. I entrust my grandfather to you, Miss Jones. If you need anything or require us to prepare something, just let us know."
Deanna extended her hand to shake his confidently. "Don't worry. I asked Old Hughes about your grandfather's condition on the way here and have a preliminary treatment plan. However, I'll need to see him in person to make a final decision."
"Let me take you upstairs."
With that, Hassan made a gesture for her to follow.
Deanna nodded and followed him upstairs.
Old Hughes glanced sideways at Mr. and Mrs. Walsh and snorted coldly. "You two are almost eighty years old combined, yet you can't see things clearly. Given my relationship with Old Walsh, do you think I would harm him?"
He paused for a moment and then looked at Leticia, advising again, "Even though she's your only child, you should discipline her more. She lacks discernment. Today it's me; if it were someone else, who knows what trouble she might bring to the Walsh family."
Mr. and Mrs. Walsh felt embarrassed and ashamed.
After all, they were already of considerable age but were being lectured like servants in their own home.
They couldn't refute Old Hughes' words because he wasn't wrong; they could only endure it.
Likewise, Leticia's face was also unpleasant. She felt humiliated in front of the servants by Old Hughes' words.
Unable to do anything to Old Hughes, she directed all her anger towards Deanna.
In her view, if it weren't for this woman contradicting her, she wouldn't have been scolded by Old Hughes.
Unaware of their thoughts, Old Hughes turned and went upstairs after his lecture.
Meanwhile, Deanna had already been led by Hassan to Mr. Walsh's room.
Upon entering, she saw an elderly man sitting on a wooden bed. His loose-fitting black pajamas hung on his thin frame.
Due to his illness, the old man appeared even older than Old Hughes. His face was an unhealthy yellowish color, and his cheeks were severely sunken.
Despite this, his eyes were sharp and full of spirit.
As Deanna observed him, the old man was also discreetly sizing her up.
Sensing this, Deanna stood confidently in place, allowing the old man to scrutinize her.
At this moment, Hassan introduced her. "Grandfather, this is Miss Jones. She is the heir of ancient medical arts that Old Hughes specifically invited for you. She will be fully responsible for your treatment."
Hearing this, Old Walsh's expression mirrored that of Mr. and Mrs. Walsh when they first heard the news-surprised.
"How old are you?" Old Walsh asked in a steady voice.
As soon as he finished speaking, he began coughing violently.
Hassan quickly stepped forward to pat his back and help him breathe easier.
Deanna observed the old man's features without showing any emotion and frowned deeply.
From his appearance alone, she could tell that his condition was worse than what Old Hughes had described on the way here.
Without much thought, she stepped forward decisively and took the old man's right hand to check his pulse.
Both Old Walsh and Hassan were surprised.
Before they could say anything, Deanna began asking questions seriously.
"Does your illness cause intermittent sharp pain in your left liver and produce foul-smelling phlegm?"
"Yes."
Hassan looked at Deanna in shock.
He didn't expect that this woman could accurately describe his grandfather's symptoms just by checking his pulse.
Deanna nodded and continued asking a few more questions.