Fall miserably in a easy task

Tino's method was indeed old-fashioned. Soon enough, he diagnosed Stratton's illness by examining his pulse.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

With swift movements, Tino scribbled a prescription and handed it to Simon. "Go buy these Chinese herbs. Boil them immediately and make sure to take three hundred milliliters of the decoction, leaving no residue."

Simon didn't hesitate, rushing out to the nearby Chinese medicine shop. He returned quickly with the medicinal materials.

The herbs were fried.

A thick, black Chinese medicine soup was prepared.

"As long as he drinks this, Stratton will be cured instantly," Tino declared confidently.

Simon, without any skepticism, believed him entirely.

However, just as he was about to feed Stratton the medicine, he hesitated.

"Doctor Tino, my father vomits at the mere touch of anything. This soup... he can't drink it," Simon confessed with concern.

"Really?" Tino furrowed his brow, then proceeded to feed the medicine to Stratton with a spoon. But, just as expected, Stratton spat it out immediately.

"Stratton, you must take this medicine! How are you supposed to recover if you don't?" Tino insisted, his voice stern.

Stratton's internal thoughts screamed frustration, 'Do you think I don't want to drink it? My body simply can't handle it!' His stomach had become so sensitive that even water was beyond him, yet Tino kept pushing the medicine. It was almost absurd.

Seeing Stratton's refusal, Tino pondered briefly, then a thought seemed to strike him. "Let me try massaging Stratton's belly. If we can ease his breathing, he might be able to take the medicine more easily," he suggested.

With professional flair, Tino began to manipulate Stratton's belly with his hands, performing a traditional Chinese massage.

"Ouch! What on earth are you touching?!" Stratton cried out in pain. Though he was weak and barely able to lift a finger, the sudden pressure made him spring up from the bed, slapping Tino hard across the face.

Everyone in the room froze. Tino stood stunned for a moment.

"Doctor Tino, my father didn't mean it. It was just a reflex because of the pain," Simon immediately apologized, trying to calm the situation.

Tino, now visibly shaken, struggled to swallow his anger. How could Stratton not accept a simple treatment? His reputation as the "divine physician" was on the line!

'He won't take the medicine... he won't even let me massage him. How is he supposed to be cured?' Tino thought to himself, a deep sense of frustration creeping in. 'Am I really going to fail at such an easy task?'

As Tino brooded, a voice interrupted the tension.

"That's it?" John, who had been quietly observing, suddenly spoke up, his voice dripping with disdain. "I thought you were supposed to be exceptional. But it turns out... you're just a fraud."

Tino's face flushed. "A loser…" The insult stung.

Tino whipped around, eyes narrowing as he glared at John. "Who do you think you are, speaking to me like that? Where do you work? Which hospital are you from?"

John merely smirked, unaffected by the old doctor's taunts. He didn't even dignify Tino's words with a direct response. Instead, he stayed silent for a moment before speaking again.

Then, without warning, a loud slap echoed through the room.

Slap!

Tino was knocked backward, his body stumbling out of the room in shock. "Maxwell! What do you mean by this?" he shouted, furious.

Maxwell, who had been growing increasingly irritated with Tino's incompetence, now spoke coldly. "If you ever dare to disrespect Mr. Lopez again, I'll slap you again. Understand?"

Tino's anger flared up, his body trembling with fury. He pointed a trembling finger at Maxwell. "You bastard! Just wait... I'll see how your father is treated without me!"

Maxwell, undeterred, shot a venomous glance at Tino. "It's none of your concern," he replied flatly, then turned to John. "Mr. Lopez, please take care of my father."

John nodded calmly, his demeanor collected.

Tino, not ready to give up just yet, laughed bitterly. "Hahaha! Do you really think this boy can cure your father's disease? I hope you're not expecting a miracle!" His mocking tone filled the room.

Slap!

Tino was struck again, this time with even more force.

He crashed to the ground, stunned and unable to react. His face burned from the impact, but he dared not retaliate, especially not against Maxwell, who was much stronger than him.

Realizing he was in no position to argue anymore, Tino fell silent. He had no choice but to watch, seething with impotent rage.

The room fell into an eerie quiet as John turned his attention back to Stratton. He stared at him for a moment, his eyes calculating. Then, without any prescription or medicine in hand, John suddenly asked Maxwell, "What are your father's preferences?"

Maxwell blinked, confused by the question. "What do you mean, Mr. Lopez?"

"Does he have any hobbies? Antiques, paintings, calligraphy... anything like that?"

"My father is fond of antique porcelain. He has several pieces of Yuan Dynasty blue and white porcelain in his study," Maxwell replied, still not understanding John's intentions.

"Bring them all here," John instructed.

Maxwell hesitated for a moment, still unsure of John's reasoning, but then he followed the order and fetched the porcelain pieces.

Tino, watching from the side, sneered. He was curious to see what John was planning, but didn't expect much.

John held up a piece of blue and white porcelain, the delicate craftsmanship sparkling under the light. "Stratton, these pieces are truly beautiful, aren't they? I bet they've taken you years to collect."

Stratton, now on his deathbed, forced a bitter smile. "Mr. Lopez, what are you trying to say? I'm dying here, and you're talking about antiques?"

The two brothers, Maxwell and Simon, exchanged confused glances.

"This is ridiculous," Tino muttered under his breath, his annoyance growing.

But then, John smiled, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Stratton, you love collecting antique porcelain, but I, on the other hand, enjoy... throwing antiques."

Without warning, he hurled the blue and white porcelain piece straight to the floor.

Crash!

The porcelain shattered into pieces in front of Stratton. The room fell into stunned silence. The brothers stood frozen, unsure how to respond to the strange, yet seemingly deliberate, act.

Tino, however, couldn't help but let out a loud, derisive laugh.