The Great Medical Saint

With every word, the look in Anisha's eyes grew more and more unhinged. She seemed to have treated the 300 women under her command as soldiers, sending them charging at Matthew to avenge Allen and Karina.

Westley felt a shiver down his spine. Anisha was so elegant and sophisticated, but then she was suddenly filled with hatred.

It felt like seeing the graceful goldfish in the tank suddenly turn into a white shark. The stark contrast was too shocking, making his skin crawl.

After a pause, Westley thought for a while before saying, "The Fields family needs one of their own to take charge of Springflower, but you're being way too reckless in this state. You're dead set on getting revenge for Allen and Karina. We need someone more level-headed to run Springflower."

Anisha shook her head and rebuked, "You're wrong. I'm perfect for this role. When I'm at home talking to you, I don't need to hide how I feel. But when I get there, everyone will be my enemy. One wrong move, and I'm done for. So, I'll have to stay cool and face whatever comes."

Westley thought it over, and it made sense for him. "Alright. In that case, you'll get three months to prove yourself. If you show you can handle it, Springflower will be yours."

...

At Lambda City, a car pulled up in front of a hot dog stand.

Darius looked worried. Anisha was coming to see him, but all he could think about was to get out of there and head to Eastoria. So, he racked his brain, thinking of an excuse to go back.

The chilling night breeze came in through the car window, carrying the scent of hot dogs. He couldn't help but smack his lips because it smelled too delicious to be ignored.

It hit Darius that he was hungry. Looking around in his car, he found out that there was no police or surveillance camera nearby.

He got out of his car and simply found a place to sit. "Give me a chili dog and a corn dog."

The owner was a bald guy in his 40s with a tattoo on his arm. At first glance, Darius could tell the owner wasn't someone he dared to mess with.

However, Darius actually felt more at ease. In a place like this, there were all kinds of people around, so he didn't have to worry about his safety. Soon after, the hot dogs he ordered were handed to him.

He set down the juicy hot dogs on the picnic table. The aroma of the hot dogs, mustard, and chili was mouth-watering.noveldrama

A wave of nostalgia washed over Darius. When he was still a kid, his favorite food was hot dogs, but his family didn't have the money to afford it.

Later, Tony became a doctor, and life got better. The family started eating out once in a while. The thing Darius had eaten the most was hot dogs, and those were the happiest moments in his life.

Thinking back on old memories, Darius grabbed both hot dogs at once. Using the stick as a support, he pushed the corn dog on his left hand and shoved the whole thing into his mouth. Afterward, he put the remaining hot dog into his mouth too.

As Darius slowly chewed, his mouth overflowed with favor. His taste buds were on a wild roller coaster ride, with the taste switching between the juicy meat, the mustard, and the chili sauce. The mix of flavors seemed to be throwing a party inside his mouth.

A long-lost feeling of happiness filled his heart.

Darius found his eyes tearing up. The aroma of hotdog was much better than tartare.

Comparing the two, tartare was just raw food for basic survival while hot dog was a work of art. The latter was the ultimate treat for the tastebuds.

Darius eventually kept wolfing down his food.

Images of the past flashed through his mind as he thought about what Tony had said. "The invaluable Vital Restorative Remedies belongs to you. Why did you hand it over to the Fields family?"

Darius stopped chewing even though his mouth was still full, and his hands that were holding the hot dogs froze in mid-air.

The hot dogs lost their flavor all of a sudden. He set them aside and chugged down his beer.