Chapter 60: Divine Doctor Sullivan

"Brother? What are you doing here?"

Shawn Ford was surprised to find Samuel Ford at the hospital when he arrived. ’Did he get off work this early today?’

Samuel Ford was looking at the medical chart. He glanced up at the sound of his brother’s voice and said blandly, "I came to check on him."

"Oh."

Seeing that their grandfather was asleep, he lowered his voice and walked over quietly. He glanced at the medical chart, then looked away.

’I can’t understand any of this.’

He asked in a low voice, "How is he?"

Samuel Ford shook his head. "Same as always."

Hearing this, Shawn Ford’s face clouded with worry. He knew that his condition not worsening was the best they could hope for right now, but he couldn’t help feeling distressed. ’If only someone could cure him.’

He suddenly recalled what Felix Ford had said and shook his head with a wry smile. ’I must be losing my mind. It was just something a kid said, how could I take it seriously? Colt probably just heard someone was a doctor and assumed they could cure Grandfather.’

’So naive.’

If they could cure him by just grabbing a random person off the street, they wouldn’t be here looking so worried.

Noticing that his brother was holding another file in addition to the medical chart, Shawn Ford leaned in for a look. "Huh?" he murmured. "Brother, why are you looking at Divine Doctor Sullivan’s file? I thought they said she couldn’t be found. At this point, I’m starting to doubt if this person even exists. Maybe someone just made her up?"

Why else would there be absolutely no information on her?

No one knew what she looked like or what her full name was. All they knew was that her surname was Sullivan and that she liked to travel the world. Even the title "Divine Doctor Sullivan" came from word of mouth—stories from people who claimed they were terminally ill and unexpectedly cured by her.

The stories were so exaggerated that they read like sponsored articles, yet there was never any contact information. It didn’t seem to be for profit, as if it were genuinely just patients sharing their experiences.

But when anyone asked who this person was or where to find her, nobody could say.

It was all incredibly mysterious.

"She’s not fake." For once, Samuel Ford spoke up, and his words stunned Shawn Ford.

"What do you mean? Brother, did you find her?"

"Not yet certain." Samuel Ford’s gaze dropped to the file, freezing on the part that mentioned Divine Doctor Sullivan had come to Celestia. He closed the file. "I’m about eighty percent sure now. For the remaining twenty percent, I need to look into it a bit more."

As he spoke, he rubbed his fingertips together, thinking about the information in the file: unpredictable movements, a free-spirited nature, and her customary use of the Golden Needle for treatment.

He had always suspected that this Divine Doctor Sullivan was likely a Celestian. Her methods were part of their traditional medicine, and only a Celestian could master it so thoroughly. He had only hesitated because her activities had always been traced to other countries.

But now, he had looked into Amanda Vance’s background. The time Divine Doctor Sullivan first appeared was exactly one year after Amanda had arrived in Aridia. That alone wasn’t enough to prove anything. Many people go abroad; there was no guarantee it was her.

The crucial point was that when she was at the old headmaster’s house that day, she hadn’t even formally taken his pulse. She had simply brushed against his wrist by chance and had already made a diagnosis.

And she had stated so unequivocally that she could cure him, as if the old headmaster were suffering from a minor illness like a cold or a fever.

He had discovered that Amanda Vance’s birth mother’s surname was Sullivan. So he was taking a gamble: was Amanda the legendary Divine Doctor Sullivan?

The final answer would depend on whether she could truly cure the old headmaster.

As he was mulling this over, he suddenly saw Shawn Ford take the medical chart from his hand and start taking pictures of it with his phone. Samuel frowned. "What are you doing?"

"Asking your son. Colt said he met a doctor and told me to send him the medical chart."

’Nonsense.’

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Samuel Ford swallowed his words. It was, after all, the child’s good intention, so he couldn’t bring himself to scold him.

After a moment’s thought, he didn’t say anything more.

He waited until Shawn finished taking photos before taking the chart back. Then he stood up and started walking out, saying, "You stay here and look after Dad. I’m heading out."

"Huh?" ’He’s leaving right after I got here?’

’What a busy guy. Oh well, I guess I’ll be the one to watch over him.’

’Can’t count on anyone else.’

Samuel Ford drove to the old headmaster’s house. The headmaster’s wife answered the door, surprised to see him. "Samuel, what brings you here?"

"I came to see the headmaster."

"Come, come in."

As soon as he stepped inside, he was hit by the smell of medicinal herbs.

The headmaster’s wife walked over and opened a window, explaining, "I just finished brewing some medicine. The smell isn’t very pleasant."

Samuel Ford shook his head. ’It’s fine.’

It was just the scent of traditional medicine; it wasn’t unpleasant at all.

Seeing the old headmaster sitting on the sofa, he walked over and asked, "How are you feeling, sir?"

"I’m doing well, don’t you worry." The old headmaster gestured for him to sit. After a moment, he noticed the things Samuel had brought were all easily digestible and suitable for a patient. He asked with a knowing smile, "You found out?"

"Yes."

Seeing him nod, the old headmaster wasn’t surprised. He figured Samuel had probably realized it that day.

He patted his stomach. "I’m doing great, don’t worry. Megan gave me a few needle treatments the other day, and I feel much more comfortable. I’m even eating more than before."

It wasn’t a lot, but it was a huge improvement compared to how he had been recently.

’The effects were that fast?’

Samuel Ford was a little surprised. After a moment of contemplation, he asked, "Is Miss Vance a practitioner of traditional medicine?"

The old headmaster had known her for a long time and seemed to have a good relationship with her. He would probably know something.

"Yes, she is. That child studied traditional medicine in college, though she only attended for a little over two years. I thought she’d only learned a little, but I didn’t expect her medical skills to be so impressive."

Studying medicine isn’t something you can master in a year or two. Even an undergraduate medical degree takes a year longer than other subjects.

Traditional medicine is even more difficult; most practitioners start learning from a young age.

"You forgot, didn’t you? Whenever Megan used to visit, she was always buried in a medical book. She probably started learning long ago, we just didn’t know it," the headmaster’s wife said, bringing over a glass of water.

The old headmaster thought for a moment. "You’re right. Look at my memory, it’s getting worse and worse. Yes, I remember now, that’s right. Megan loved reading ancient texts. They were so obscure and difficult to understand that just looking at them gave me a headache, but somehow, a young child like her could actually get through them."

Speaking of this, a proud expression couldn’t help but appear on the old headmaster’s face. He truly thought of Amanda Vance as his own child.

"Sigh. When that child was in college, she was in the library every time I called her. I’ve never seen a student work as hard as she did, not even in high school. It’s just a shame..."

He trailed off, his face a mixture of regret and indignation, as if speaking up for the injustice done to his own child.

Samuel Ford lowered his gaze and passed the water to him. "Please don’t be upset, sir."

"Exactly! What’s there to be angry about? There will come a day when those people regret it. Don’t you get angry. Just take care of yourself and don’t let Megan’s efforts go to waste. In the future, you’ll be a living testament that will be a slap in their faces."

What could be more satisfying than that?

Serves them right for being so blind and wrongly accusing people.

The headmaster’s wife was usually a good-tempered person, but this was the one thing she couldn’t stomach. ’Megan is such a good kid. What right do they have to bully her?’

Samuel Ford looked at them. They genuinely felt the injustice done to Amanda Vance from the bottom of their hearts.

They were truly good to her.