Chapter 177 Dr. Everett
"Dad, what’s happening?" Bry’s joyous exploration of the penthouse was abruptly halted as he returned to find his father in tears, on the verge of kneeling before Zhane. Alarmed, he feared the worst and rushed to his father’s side, casting Zhane a fierce glare.
Observing his son’s misunderstanding, Bry’s father administered a gentle smack to his head. "Don’t be disrespectful. Dr. Everett will be your uncle’s attending physician from now on," he clarified sternly.
Bry, still rubbing his aching head, halted almost instantly upon hearing his father’s words. He was well aware of the responsibilities of an attending physician. Gasping in shock, he quickly apologized for his behavior, eager not to offend Zhane. "I’m sorry, Doctor!" Bry exclaimed, bowing respectfully to demonstrate his genuine remorse for his earlier actions.
Zhane nodded, choosing not to dwell on Bry’s actions, and continued with professionalism. "How about we schedule your brother’s first consultation with me for tomorrow morning?"
By now, Bry’s uncle had noticed what was happening on Hera’s side, prompting him to leave the flowers and slowly wheel himself toward them. Fortunately, Hera’s penthouse was flat and lacked obstructions, making it easy for him to maneuver anywhere he desired. Soon, he arrived at their side and inquired, "What are you guys up to?"
"Uncle, Father mentioned that this handsome gentleman, I mean, doctor, will be your attending physician!" Bry exclaimed with enthusiasm, even managing to amuse Zhane with his animated antics. Zhane couldn’t help but feel slightly embarrassed by the unexpected compliment in front of Hera—it felt like an open advertisement.
Bry’s uncle glanced up at Zhane, who stood stoically in his light brown checkered suit—reminiscent of Burberry, but of a different brand. Zhane’s striking appearance could rival that of an actor’s. Indeed, all the young men accompanying them to Hera’s penthouse exuded handsomeness. However, after spending time with Xavier and Leo, Bry’s uncle had grown accustomed to seeing such good-looking men. It was as though his aesthetic standards had been elevated, making average-looking individuals seem comparably unremarkable and looking like squid.
"Hello, Doctor," Bry’s uncle greeted curtly. He observed Zhane, noting his youthful appearance juxtaposed with an aura of confidence and wisdom that belied his age. Feeling a sense of assurance wash over him, he couldn’t shake the feeling that if Zhane were indeed his doctor, positive outcomes were imminent.
Zhane reciprocated the greeting with a nod before addressing Bry’s uncle, "I was just discussing with your brother the possibility of scheduling your consultation for tomorrow. How does that sound to you?"
"We’ll heed your advice, Doctor," Bry’s uncle replied promptly. To say he was excited would be an understatement; he felt as if he could soar through the sky at that moment. Seeing a doctor as young as Zhane standing before him raised questions because he would either be a new graduate intern or a genius, but Zhane’s confidence suggested otherwise. It was clear to him that Zhane was no ordinary physician—he must be a prodigy, capable of transforming his misfortune and healing his damaged lumbar spine and nerves.