My Doctor Son-in-law, Clarence - Chapter 67
Chapter 67: Thirteen Hall
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“Master Howard, let’s go inside and have a look around,” suggested Jackson.
Clarence was quite surprised that Jackson had gifted him a clinic.
However, Clarence did not say no. He did not have much to do nowadays, since he did not have many patients to treat yet.
Clarence had no idea what kinds of illnesses his Thirteen Hell’s Gate Acupuncture could cure, or what exactly his necklace with a cross could do!
Owning a clinic would allow him to have access to more patients, which would indeed be a good thing.
Watching Clarence and the crowd walk into the clinic, Belle stomped her feet in anger. “Jackson’s there too. Clarence’s such a deceitful jerk!
“I know what’s happened here! He’s getting back at us!
“He saved Jackson, so he asked for a clinic and opened it right across from Humanity Hall!
“Come on. Let’s go look for Master Williams!”
After glaring at Clarence’s clinic for a final time, Belle and Melody turned around and walked back into Humanity Hall.
Clarence was taking a stroll around the clinic, feeling quite pleased with it. It was at least five thousand and three hundred square feet large.
There was a large hall at the front and several rooms at the back. There was also a small courtyard attached to it.
In a place like Mediterranean City, where every inch of land was expensive, a clinic like this had to be worth at least two hundred million dollars.
“Master Howard, what do you think?” Jackson asked with a smile, standing beside Clarence.
Clarence nodded slightly. “Not bad. It’s pretty good.”
Jackson smiled. “In that case, go ahead and name the clinic, Master Howard. I’ve invited the Mediterranean City’s best calligrapher here. He’ll calligraph a sign as soon as you name the clinic!”
An old man with white hair and a similarly white beard was standing stiffly next to Jackson, his hands behind his back.
It was the calligrapher James Walker!
He was a famous figure in Mediterranean City’s calligraphy industry. He was so famous that even Clarence had heard of him.
“I shall name it Thirteen Hall!”
“Thirteen Hall?” The name confused Jackson.
James asked, “Why do you want to call your clinic Thirteen Hall? Please clarify, Mr. Howard.
“I will calligraph what the clinic owner wants once I know the meaning behind the name.”
Clarence made no secret of it. “My greatest asset is my set of thirteen silver needles.
“I use these thirteen silver needles to cure diseases. Any patient will completely recover once I use the needles on them!”
James nodded and walked straight to a nearby table, not saying anything more.
The calligraphy pen, ink, and paper were already ready, and a child of twelve or thirteen was grinding ink beside the table.
James did not say another word and simply waved his calligraphy pen. In beautiful script, the words ‘Thirteen Hall’ appeared on the paper!
Every stroke was magnificent and tinted with grandeur!
“Wow!”
Clarence could not help but praise James for his calligraphy skills.
“Have someone gild it and frame it to make it a plaque!” Jackson ordered quickly.
“Yes, Mr. Hayes!”
Jackson’s beautiful secretary quickly went up to the table and carefully put the calligraphy away for later processing.
“Thank you, Master Walker.” Clarence was very polite.
James waved his hand and said calmly, “Every word I write is priceless!
“Mr. Hayes will pay me for every word I calligraph. My work does not come cheap. There’s nothing to thank me for.
“I just hope that Mr. Howard’s title isn’t only nominal, or disgrace will be brought unto Thirteen Hall’s name.”
Clarence frowned. James’ words stung!
However, come to think of it, he understood where James was coming from. He was so young, yet Jackson had called him a master. People would not actually believe he was a miracle doctor, would they?
James probably thought Clarence was a charlatan.
James probably thought that he did not deserve the title Master Howard!
Since Jackson was paying him, James could not say such a thing out loud, so it was expected that he would be a little sharp-tongued.
Clarence smiled faintly. “Master Walker, do your knees hurt a lot whenever it rains?”
“What did you say?” James was stunned.
In his shock, he heard Clarence continue to say, “Your kneecap, just an inch below the skin. It’s sore and painful whenever there’s rain!
“The pain lasts for about three to five hours each time. The exact duration of the pain depends on the amount of rain!
“Judging from your complexion, you must have used herbs like ginger, thyme, turmeric, black pepper, cinnamon, and willow bark…
“Regardless of all your efforts, you still haven’t been able to cure your rheumatism after all these years!
“Hmm…”
Clarence pondered for a second. “Master Walker, you have been suffering from rheumatism for about seventeen or eighteen years, right?
“Your knee’s already aching. After all, the weather report says there’s going to be a thunderstorm this evening!”
“How… How did you know?” James was shocked, looking at Clarence in disbelief.
His rheumatism was no well-hidden secret, but Clarence could list all his symptoms in a single breath.
He knew what herbs James had taken and where the exact pain was located.
It was an amazing feat!
Clarence smiled faintly and did not explain himself.
James knew that Clarence was holding a grudge against him for taunting Clarence earlier!
James clenched his teeth. “Mr. Howard, since you know about my rheumatism, you must have a way to treat it, don’t you?
“If you can cure my rheumatism and save me from suffering any more pain, I’ll calligraph you another set of words!”
“Didn’t you just calligraph me a set, Master Walker?” Clarence looked at James in confusion.
James smiled proudly. “That’s not the best of my calligraphy skills!
“To be honest, I just scribbled those words, Mr. Howard!
“That sign wasn’t even 30 percent of my full potential!
“Mr. Howard, if you can cure my rheumatism, I’ll write one for you with everything I’ve got!”
“Master Walker, you’re so dishonest! You agreed on a rate of ten million dollars a word, yet you didn’t calligraph carefully.” Jackson glared at James, looking gloomy.
James snorted softly, full of intellectual pride. “Do you think you can buy my calligraphy with just ten million per word? My calligraphy’s priceless!”
“You…”
Jackson stopped himself. Anyone would be in hot water if they dared to speak to James rudely.
James was highly respected in the calligraphy industry. Though people like him did not have much power, he had good connections.
Jackson could not do anything to James. He could only sigh helplessly. “Oh! Master Howard, it’s up to you what you want to do.”
James put his hands behind his back. “Mr. Howard, what do you think? Cure me, and I’ll calligraph for you!”
“You’ve got a deal!” Clarence’s eyes lit up.
