"I think you're really senile! I'd believe you if he was older. You're helpless."
Ol 'Spike got up and left as he scolded.
Sean looked at Ol 'Spike's back and slowly said, "It's not too late for you to leave after I take a look at you and confirm whether you can be treated. Aren't you too prejudiced, sir?"
"Ha. Should I waste my time here with you?" With his back to Sean, Ol 'Spike suddenly turned around and looked Sean straight in the eye, intense pressure erupting from his body.
Everyone around looked troubled under the great pressure.
Looking directly at Ol 'Spike, Sean's face was as cool as a cucumber. It was as if he was unaffected at all.
After a while, Ol 'Spike restrained himself and exclaimed to Sean.
"Boy, you're calm. Are you also a member of the army?"
Sean stepped forward and whispered to Ol 'Spike, "I used to be an army medic."
Ol 'Spike's eyes instantly filled with admiration for Sean when he heard this. His wrinkly hand slapped Sean hard on the shoulder.
"Boy, this isn't something to be ashamed of. Just say it out loud!"
Ol' Spike's attitude changed completely when sensing that Sean was someone like him.
He saluted Sean. "I'm Theodore Davis."
"You can call me Sean, sir," Sean said.
Theodore chuckled, "Oh! This boy is such a lovely kid. Alright, since you can cure the Old Master Carver, I'll let you give it a try. I won't complain even if you fail."
"This way, please." Sean led Theodore inside.
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