The Mischievous Doctor (Finnegan and Nuthana) novel Chapter 48

Half an hour later, Finnegan retracted all the silver needles with his palm.

“Get up and see how it feels!”

At that, Cadmus and Benjamin hastily stepped forward to help Winston up from the bed.

However, the latter waved a hand and declined their help. “No, it's okay. I can get up by myself.”

Following that, he flipped over and sat up on the bed. His movements were so agile that he did not look the least bit like an elderly man who was already in his eighties. Instead, he was even more sprightly than the average sixty-year-old person.

Upon witnessing that scene, the members of the Haimowitz family were all over the moon. Benjamin was so thrilled that he could not help asking, “How do you feel, Dad?”

Winston put on his shoes and got to his feet. He punched the air with both hands and kicked his legs out a few times.

After doing that, he guffawed, unbelievably energetic. “I feel like I've gone back in time by twenty years! You're really a miracle doctor, Mr. Larkin!”

Whirling around, he bowed low to Finnegan. “You're the Haimowitz family's esteemed guest henceforth, Mr. Larkin. Just say the word if you need anything.”

Cadmus and the others thanked Finnegan as well.

Subsequently, Finnegan wrote a prescription and handed it to Winston. “While signs of your body's aging have stopped, you still need the supplement of traditional medicine for a strong constitution. If you wake up early every day and do some exercises, that'll extend your lifespan even further.”

“I'll definitely do as you say, Mr. Larkin!”

A brief pause ensued before Finnegan added, “Also, the younger generation can take care of themselves. I think you should give them an opportunity to train and grow. Otherwise, they'll never improve if they're used to your presence. Even if you can live to a hundred, wouldn't there be no point then?”

Winston had always been worried that his descendants were not capable enough. He was one of the few among the top ten wealthiest families in Jadeborough who had yet to retire despite being over eighty years old.

There was a tremendous correlation between him showing signs of imminent death and remaining weighed down with work in his old age.

Winston's expression froze for a moment before he turned his gaze to his sons and grandson, who all had guilt etched across their features.

Chuckling wryly, he admitted, “You're right, Mr. Larkin. Since I'm old, I should retire and enjoy life. I can't always remain in front of the younger generation to shield them from all trials and tribulations. That will only hinder their growth instead.”

After his near brush with death, he had come to terms with things. He proceeded to declare, “Notify all major shareholders about a meeting next Monday. It's time for me to step down and hand Pentariver Group to you all!”

“We'll never disappoint you! Just enjoy your golden years in peace,” Cadmus and the others vowed abashedly.

Having accepted one hundred million as a token of appreciation and declined Winston's invitation to stay for lunch, Finnegan took his leave.

Winston and the rest of the Haimowitz family solemnly walked him and Bernice to the door.

No sooner did Winston notice that Finnegan came over in Bernice's car than an idea flashed across his mind, and he queried, “You don't have a car yet, do you, Mr. Larkin?”

At that question, slight embarrassment swept over Finnegan. “I don't have a driving license yet.”

Everyone who had reached eighteen years old in the current era basically had a driving license. Unfortunately, he could not drive yet as he had been deep in the mountains for five years.

In response, Winston chortled. “It'll undoubtedly be a piece of cake for you to obtain a driving license when you're a prodigy, Mr. Larkin! Besides, someone like you doesn't need to drive yourself. You can just hire a driver.”

Then, he turned and said to Cadmus, “Go and drive the car you gave me early this year here for Mr. Larkin as a gift. It's a waste for it to gather dust in the garage anyway.”

Cadmus could not quite fathom that. “Dad, I reckon even the top ten doctors in Loang wouldn't dare accept a hundred million in consultation fees and that car. How could it be too little?”

Age-old wisdom shimmered in Winston's eyes. “Let me ask you a question—how much would you be willing to pay if you were to learn someone could extend your lifespan when you only had three months left to live?”

Without even thinking about it, Cadmus replied, “Any amount within my capability. After all, when one is dead, no amount of money...”

As he spoke, understanding abruptly dawned upon him. “Dad?”

Knowing that his son had already grasped his point, Winston commented with a bitter smile, “What would other wealthy families in Jadeborough, those in Nuthana, and even the top families in Loang think when even you understand that?” Not bothering to wait for Cadmus' response, he continued, “They'll definitely go all out to make the acquaintance of a miracle doctor like Mr. Larkin, no matter the cost, for he can extend the time they're in possession of wealth and status at the critical juncture. The Haimowitz family already had such an opportunity, yet we gave too little!”

By then, Cadmus had discerned his father's meaning completely. “In that case, shall I write another check for five hundred million and send it to him, Dad?”

“Doing so now would be too deliberate and would incite Mr. Larkin's aversion instead, so no!” Shaking his head, Winston sighed. “This is on me for being an idiot, wishing to have Dr. Lister check me over first and having reservations about Mr. Larkin's capabilities. We might not have any more chances to forge a deeper relationship with him henceforth!”

At the side, Wynter interjected smilingly, “Actually, Grandpa, we still have an opportunity to forge a deeper relationship with Mr. Larkin.”

In a flash, Winston's eyes lit up. “We do?”

Nodding, Wynter elaborated, “Mr. Larkin has already agreed to accept the car, but he doesn't have a driving license yet and can't drive. Why don't we arrange a driver for him? Additionally, I found out during my investigation a few days ago that he harbors a deep-seated grudge against Tristan Group, for his father was crippled by Killian Chomsky. Is there something we can do about this?”

As soon as Winston heard all that from his granddaughter, he latched onto the crux of the matter in his sagacity.

“Go and order that brat, Zephyr, to come back and be Mr. Larkin's driver henceforth. If he doesn't agree, just beat him up until he does! Also, keep an eye on Tristan Group. Once Mr. Larkin has a need for us, make a move and assist him no matter the cost! Oh yes, tell Yahir not to tie himself to Mr. Larkin's uncle's family by marriage, lest those snobbish people offend Mr. Larkin.”