Rowan saw Hugo staring at Matthew and calling him a miracle doctor. He thought Hugo had made a mistake; Hugo’s eyesight had always been poor. Sometimes, he couldn't even distinguish between men and women.

"Dad," Rowan said, "this man is just a fraud. Don't pay him any attention. Nowadays, there are all sorts of scoundrels trying to trick their way into our family."

Hugo squinted, examining Matthew closely. The more he looked, the more convinced he became. "Are you the Miracle Doctor?"

Matthew responded coldly, "What? Now that you've recovered, you don't recognize me anymore?"

Upon hearing his voice, Hugo immediately stepped forward. "It really is you! It's such an honor to have you here. Your presence graces our humble abode!"

Rowan frowned. Even if Matthew had treated Hugo, there was no need for such enthusiasm. Medical treatment was just another business transaction. Given the Lloyd family's current status, should Hugo be this respectful to a doctor?

Matthew snorted. "Stop pretending. Your son just tried to kick me out. He called me a scoundrel. Your family's standards are too high; I can't measure up!"

Hugo froze, turning to Rowan. "Apologize to Dr. Grant! How dare you disrespect him?"

Rowan frowned. Not only was Matthew present, but three guards were also watching. He was the head of the Lloyd family, yet he was being humiliated. Unable to hold back, he retorted, "Dad, even if he cured you, we paid him to treat you. Do we really need to be so grateful toward him?"

Hugo trembled with anger. "Do you even know what disease I had?!"

Rowan dismissed it. "Wasn't it just—"

Before he could finish, Hugo slapped him across the face. Hugo fumed, "You too! I went all over the country, and no one could cure it. Yet you dare to dismiss it!"

Rowan held his face, looking at Hugo in disbelief. "You… you hit me?" Getting slapped in front of Matthew and the three guards was more than his pride could bear.

Hugo said frustratedly, "If you dare disrespect Dr. Grant, I'll teach you a lesson!"

Rowan remained indignant. "Dad, our family dominates the business industry. I'm the head of the family. Do you really need to hit me over a mere doctor? How am I supposed to manage the subordinates now?"

Hugo retorted coldly, "I'm not worried about you managing the subordinates. I'm worried about whether you'll be able to survive now. My disease is hereditary. I kept it from you because I was worried you wouldn't be able to handle the news. In the future, you have to depend on Dr. Grant to save your life!"

Rowan's face went pale. A hereditary disease? That was a death sentence. It could be fatal. If it hadn't been for that trip to Lambdacity… Realizing this, Rowan finally understood Hugo's concern. Ignoring his pride, he quickly stepped forward and grabbed Matthew's hand. "Dr. Grant, please save me! I can't die yet; I'm only twenty years old!"

Matthew shook off his hand. "Everyone dies. What makes you think you're any different?"

Seeing this, Hugo shook his head. As expected, Rowan had lost his composure. His temperament was too bad. If he had another son, he wouldn't have handed the family over. Immediately, Rowan collapsed to his knees. "Dr. Grant, I'm sorry, I was blind to your greatness. Please forgive me and save me!"

Hugo couldn't bear to watch any longer. "You fool! The symptoms only appear when you are around fifty years old. You don't even have the disease yet. How can Dr. Grant save you?"