The Guardian’s Sword By Talking Cigarette Chapter 121


    If not for having to go with a cleaner image, Charles would still have preferred to dress up like a


    gangster, wearing a big gold ne and gold watch.


    Sean and Charles were sitting in the huge luxuriously–decorated private room right now.


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    A row of beautiful waitresses stood beside them.


    All these beauties, with their good looks, were definitely goddesses sought after by countless people in


    the outside world.


    However, they were all respectful here. They stood and obediently waited for instructions from Sean


    and Charles toe at any minute, just like a servant. “Mr. Larson isn‘t around?” Sean asked as he


    frowned slightly and looked at Charles.


    “Ahem, Mr. Lennon...


    Charles let out a light cough and said, “Actually, I‘m the one who needs some help from you today.


    “Mr. Larson has something he‘s busy with, so he didn‘te over...”


    After hearing what Charles had said, Sean took a look at him before slowly looking away.


    He already knew what Charles was talking about. “Go ahead, I‘m in a hurry.” Sean took a sip from his


    teacup. Charles immediately turned his head and said to the group of waitresses, “You guys, please


    leave for now.”


    “Yes, sir!”


    The group of beautiful waitresses immediately bowed and left the private room. 1


    Soon, only Charles and Sean were left in the private room.


    Charles‘s bodyguards also stood outside the door and waited.


    “Mr. Lennon, I‘ll just get straight to the point. “I heard Mr. Larson say that your medical skills are


    amazing and that you could be called a miracle doctor!


    “So, I have something to ask for your help with...”


    Charles puiled a chair and sat nearer to Sean.


    Sean frowned slightly.


    “This Homer is a bit too talkative,‘ Sean thought to himself.


    He did not really want to be a doctor who treated people.


    Sean did not have the ambition to take up training to be a doctor, fueled by a noble desire to save lives.


    Everyone had a cross to bear. Life and death depended on one‘s destiny. He would not be the kind of


    person who said yes to everything. Therefore, it looked like he would have to make sure that Homer


    was more tight–lipped in the future.


    However, it was not good to leave now since he had already sat down here.


    “Mr. Lennon, my body...” Charles said in a very polite and humble tone.


    “Mr. Larson‘s words might not be true.” Sean casually refused before Charles could even finish


    speaking. A trace of anger flickered in the depths of Charles‘ eyes when he heard this. If not for Homer


    guaranteeing that only Sean would be able to treat his disease, Charles would never be so polite to


    Sean, considering his identity. However, he could only bite the bullet and maintain a humble attitude


    once he thought about his disease again. “Mr. Lennon, please take a look before you say anything.


    What‘s wrong with my body? “I‘m not sure if you‘ll be able to tell...” Charles suppressed his temper and


    reached out to unbutton his shirt, exposing his chest. There were some brownish–red papules with faint


    ck marks on it. Sean withdrew his gaze after a nce at Charles‘s chest.


    He had already had some guesses in mind before.


    The visual imagery was just to confirm the judgment he had already settled on.


    “Mr. Lennon, you might not be able to tell just by looking at them. “I‘ll be straightforward then,


    actually...” Charles immediately began to speak when he saw Sean retract his gaze. “Secondary stage


    of syphilis, about to enter the tertiary stage.” However, Sean cut Charlie off lightly before he could finish


    speaking.


    “Hiss!”


    Charles‘s expression grew stiff as his eyes suddenly widened.


    “This Sean really is... Really is a miracle doctor!‘ Charles thought to himself.