Helena stared coldly at Harrison. Her chilling tone seemed to lower the ward's temperature. Seeing his daughter and her entourage, Hubert straightened, his confidence renewed. "Yes," he said, "what explanation do you want?"

"Did you give Father the agent?"

In the past, Harrison would have cowered at the sight of so many people, but today, he showed no fear. His eyes locked on his brother. "I didn't… Yesterday, during the first half of the night, I was playing poker with some uncles. I thought Dad would sleep until morning after drinking so much, so I asked Hannah to help care for him!"

Hubert's face reddened as he confessed, unable to meet Harrison's gaze.

"Dad, why bother explaining? Let's go. I'll see who dares stop us today!"

Helena coldly surveyed the room; her bodyguards bristled with aggression. These elite guards, each possessing formidable Stage Five strength, were arranged by Kai.

Approaching Hubert, Helena whispered, "Kai invited us to dinner. We need to hurry back and get ready!"

The overweight woman's eyes lit up. "Mr. Kai wants to meet us?" Kai, the eldest son of Jonford's top family, was usually only seen on screens. The prospect of meeting him, let alone having dinner, thrilled them.

Delighted by the invitation, Hubert immediately told Harrison, "Harri, we have something to attend to. We'll leave first. Since your son-in-law is skilled in medicine, we'll entrust Dad to you." He left without looking back, following his daughter. The old man, having spent his fortune on the Royal Bay villa, had little money left. With Kai, his cash cow son-in-law, he no longer needed to fight for family assets.

Brian approached Nash, hand on his heart. "Young sir," he smiled, "did you use the Divine Needling Technique?"

Nash, hands in his pockets, glanced at Brian and nodded.

"Are you from Tili Mountain?" Brian asked.

Another nod. Then, Brian knelt, hands pressed to his heart. "Your disciple, Brian Tanner, pays respects to the grandmaster!"

Stunned silence filled the room. The renowned Miracle Doctor Brian Tanner called Nash "Grandmaster"?

"Are you Thomas King's grand-disciple?" Nash asked, his gaze lowered. His master had two other disciples: his martial brothers. The eldest, Thomas King, a peerless physician who served as a royal physician and died six years prior at 125. The second, Francis Dunn, was only mentioned in hushed, regretful tones by his master. Nash had visited his former training grounds, finding evidence of martial arts practice.

"Yes, I grew up under Master King's guidance," Brian said, eyes red. "Master King's dying wish was to meet his junior martial brother and his master…"

"You can get up," Nash said, helping Brian rise. He sighed, "Six years ago, Master took me to visit my eldest martial brother." Now the familiarity clicked. Master had taken Nash to visit his eldest brother before his death, fulfilling his final wish.

Mr. Dean recovered his composure. This young man's extraordinary skill now made sense—a martial brother of the renowned medical saint, Thomas King. Keeping him at Jonford would bring immense prestige. "I have a treasured tea," he said, "why don't you join me in my office for a chat?"

Brian agreed. "The chief is known for his tea," he remarked. But Nash declined. "I don't have time today."

Mr. Dean's face fell. The head of Jonford Hospital and a leading figure in traditional medicine, jointly inviting a young man to tea, only to be refused, and without daring to show displeasure.

Nash began examining Herman.

Hera frowned. "Mom, do you believe Uncle?"

Lauren pondered. "Though your uncle has a bad character, I doubt he'd harm his father."

"Could it be Hannah?" Harrison suggested.

Lauren looked at him. "Hannah's been with the Lewises for over twenty years. She's usually so dependable. Do you think she'd poison the old man?"

"True… I'll ask my uncles later. Hubert can't be ruled out!" Harrison said grimly.

"You've impressed me," Lauren said, gratified. She hadn't expected Harrison to finally stand up to his brother. That punch, she thought, had been satisfying.

Hera, seeing her parents engaged, went to Nash. He finished the examination, turning to meet her bright eyes.

Her face flushed. "Has Grandfather's cancer really been cured?"

Nash smiled. "There shouldn't be a problem. If you're not confident, leave him for observation."

Looking up into his eyes, she said, "Nash, thank you so much!"

He raised an eyebrow. "Is that all?"

She smiled. "Then shall I treat you to a big meal?"

He leaned close, whispering, "Can't I eat you instead?"

Her face reddened. She lowered her head.

"Nash, when will Dad wake up?" Harrison asked.

"Probably tomorrow."

"Should we leave Dad here or take him home?" Harrison asked awkwardly.

"Take him home for recuperation, and investigate the culprit," Nash replied, still pondering Hubert's behavior. During the treatment, Hubert seemed extremely nervous, as if worried about exposing something. Yet, when denying involvement, he'd been earnest, even displaying grievance and anger. This suggested Hubert wanted Mr. Lewis dead but was too afraid to administer the poison himself, delegating the task… Hannah, pushed forward by Hubert, was unlikely to be the culprit. Suddenly, Nash looked up. "Hannah is in danger…"