Chapter 1614


    Thssa, standing to the side, overheard Dr. Funke''s phone conversation with someone from Royal


    Estates, requesting his services to treat Lysander''s legs. Without hesitation, Dr. Funke declined.


    After hanging up, Dr. Funke tossed his phone aside with a scoff, muttering, “All they care about is


    money!”


    Thssa knew Dr. Funke was irate because Royal Estates had tried to lure him with cash to treat


    Lysander''s legs. Using money to seek medical help is the norm, a standard practice in seeking a


    doctor''s services. But Dr. Funke was different. He wasn''t someone who could be swayed by


    financial incentives. His decision to treat someone never hinged on the amount of money offered.


    Take, for instance, how he treated Astrid without once mentioning fees, purely out of goodwill.


    Astrid, understanding that Dr. Funke had refused to treat Lysander, couldn''t help but lean towards


    Lysander''s side, considering he was a father of four. Her worried nce met Thssa''s, both


    sharing a moment of concern. Astrid realized Thssa was also worried about Lysander and turned


    to Dr. Funke, starting to say, “Samuel, maybe we could...”


    “Dr. Funke, what else could possibly be needed?” Thssa cut Astrid off, probing Dr. Funke for any


    other conditions he might have. Astrid shot Thssa a puzzled look, seeing her serious profile.


    Thssa had interrupted Astrid''s plea, taking it upon herself to ask Dr. Funke directly if he had any


    other demands.


    Astrid was momentarily surprised but quickly grasped Thssa''s intent. Thssa was concerned


    that asking Dr. Funke to do something against his will, especially when he had alreadymitted to


    treating her, could strain their budding rtionship. In a fragile partnership where one party is


    already offering unconditional support, making additional demands could be bothersome. Thssa


    didn''t want to jeopardize the delicate bond between Astrid and Dr. Funke, hence her timely


    intervention.


    Astrid had watched Thssa grow up and knew her well. Thssa always preferred to shoulder


    burdens herself rather than inconvenience others. When would Thssa ever learn to think of


    herself first? Astrid felt a mix of heartache and helplessness.


    Dr. Funke nced at Astrid before fixing his gaze on Thssa, his expression stern. “You want me


    to treat Lysander''s legs?” It was clear what was being asked without needing to spell it out. “Yes,


    conventional medicine has little to offer for Lysander''s condition. I was hoping someone with your


    exceptional skills in traditional healing could help Lysander. I believe under your care, he could truly


    make a recovery,” Thssa said, not shy about praising Dr. Funke. Everyone likes to hear


    compliments, and Thssa meant every word; Dr. Funke''s skills were indeed remarkable.


    Dr. Funke chuckled, unimpressed. ttery was nothing new to him, and he was immune to its


    charms. “What do you think I''mcking?” Instead of stating his demands, Dr. Funke turned the


    question to Thssa. Caught off guard, Thssa hesitated, unsure of how to respond. She wasn''t


    close enough to Dr. Funke to know what he might want or need.


    Seeing her struggle, Dr. Funke smiled and said, “I appreciate your desire to help Lysander, but I''m


    currentlymitted to treating your aunt and can''t spare the time.” Thssa''s brows furrowed, her


    breath hitching slightly, clearly distressed by Dr. Funke''s implication of refusal to treat Lysander.N?velDrama.Org: owner of this content.