Daddy the Miracle Medic

Chapter 341 Mr. Macdonald

Chapter 341 Mr. Macdonald

"Of course! The power behind Mr. Macdonald is not comparable to the four major families of the Capital." Altha warned Penelope.

"But the premise is that today's exchange meeting can cure Mr. Macdonald's illness! Otherwise, don't think too much about teaching Lachlan a lesson."

Penelope nodded and asked, "So Grandpa, you organized this medical exchange just for Mr. Macdonald?"

Altha confirmed it with a nod and said, "Yes! With my medical skills alone, I cannot cure Mr. Macdonald's illness. I hope someone who attends this medical exchange can treat this strange disease."

Upon hearing this news, Penelope was curious and asked what kind of disease he had.

Altha hesitated before saying in a low voice, "It is a very strange skin disease!"

"A skin disease?" Penelope was shocked at first but then relieved when she found out it wasn't contagious.

"It's not contagious; it's just an abnormality in his own skin tissue," Altha explained further.

Penelope breathed a sigh of relief but couldn't help thinking about something else as her eyes darted around suspiciously.

Altha noticed her granddaughter's behavior and decided to change the subject by checking his watch, "Okay, now let's stop talking about that. Mr. MacDonald should be arriving soon so I need to

go greet him."

"Grandpa, can I come with you?" Penelope eagerly offered herself as an assistant to Altha.

He looked at his granddaughter thoughtfully for a moment before agreeing, "Sure why not? Let's go together." This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

He knew what was on her mind but didn't object since if she could develop some sort of relationship with Mr. MacDonald, then their family would benefit greatly from it.

Together they walked out into the hall where several assistants from the Medicine Association were waiting along with them at the entrance for Raphael MacDonald's arrival.

Not long after, a convoy of luxury cars drove into the Wintervale Manor.

"This grandeur truly befits someone of great importance!" Penelope exclaimed.

From the frontmost car, worth tens of millions, a handsome young man stepped out. Behind him followed a middle-aged attendant with a simple appearance.

As for the people getting out of the other luxury cars, each one exuded a commanding presence, clearly rare experts seldom seen in mundane society.

"Grandpa, is that Mr. Macdonald?" Penelope gestured with her eyes and asked.

"Yes," Altha nodded and led the group to greet him with a smile.

Penelope hurriedly followed, even taking a few quick steps to get in front of her grandfather.

As she looked at the handsome young man, her eyes sparkled with admiration. Raphael's tall figure and handsome appearance were enough to make anyone fall for him.

Penelope thought he was like a prince charming in her mind, not only from a good family but also so good-looking!

"Hello, Mr. MacDonald, I'm Altha's granddaughter, Penelope."

"On behalf of all the guests today, my grandfather and I welcome you here," she said sweetly as she smiled at Raphael.

She tried hard to show off her charm because if she could win over Raphael, then revenge against Lachlan would be easy!

In her heart, Penelope gritted her teeth thinking about how badly she wanted to take back what Lachlan had taken from her! She wanted nothing more than to destroy his face!

However, when Raphael looked at Penelope for a moment, he turned his attention elsewhere without any interest in pursuing anything further.

At this point, he had other things on his mind, "How are the preparations going, Mr. Pearce?"

Altha sighed inwardly, thinking to himself that even with his granddaughter's beauty, she couldn't catch Raphael's attention?

"Everyone who should be here has arrived! Mr. MacDonald, please come in!" Altha said.

"Hmm," Raphael nodded indifferently.

At that moment, the middle-aged attendant snorted coldly at Altha, his tone carrying a hint of threat. "I hope someone can cure my young master's illness today! Otherwise... hmph!"

"Yes, yes... I have done my best to invite experts from the medical field," Altha replied with a mix of sincerity and fear, tinged with helplessness.

Penelope stood there with an awkward expression, a hint of sadness and unwillingness flickering deep in her eyes. She hadn't expected to be ignored by yet another man. Raphael didn't even spare her a second glance?

...

Lachlan sat in the conference hall, feeling bored. He had noticed Romeo and Harlow, the father and daughter duo, who were mingling in the hall. Harlow was flaunting her beauty to the young gentlemen everywhere she went...

Lachlan sneered inwardly, feeling contemptuous.

But since these two didn't bother him, Lachlan couldn't be bothered with them either.

At this point, he was getting a little impatient.

In the conference hall, people were grouped together trying to network and make connections. However, there didn't seem to be anything related to medical exchange going on.

Wasn't it said that the one who performed the best would have a chance to obtain a Thousand-Year Snow Lotus?

Could it be that what mattered wasn't medical skills but social skills?

Lachlan secretly scoffed in his heart...

Just then, there was a commotion at the entrance of the hall.

The next second, an handsome young man walked in under everyone's attention and surrounded by Altha and Penelope among others who were all eager and enthusiastic around him.

Lachlan narrowed his eyes slightly with surprise written on his face.

Experts!

So many experts?

The handsome young man leading them was actually an early Core Formationt powerhouse at about Lachlan's age!

And the middle-aged follower beside him must have even more terrifying strength because Lachlan couldn't see through him at all. He felt as if this person was like a deep pool, unfathomable!

In addition to them, all of their other followers had strength above Uppecia level too!

Hiss...

Lachlan secretly took in a breath of cold air wondering where these group of freaks came from?

"Everyone stop! Be quiet!"

"I'll introduce you. This is Raphael MacDonald Young Master..."

At this point Altha opened up his microphone addressing everyone in the hall but Raphael interrupted him halfway through his speech by waving his hand dismissively saying coldly, "Don't waste your breath with so much nonsense; just let someone treat me!"