My Sweetheart

“How is everything going with my sister?”
“She is diagnosed with bacterial meningitis. Right now, we’ve to identify the pathogen first, so we’re able to choose the well-
suited antibiotic for her. However, because of your sister’s intricate pathogenesis and degeneration of her physical function, for
now, there’s only a slim chance to cure her completely,” said Joseph lightly.
“Are you not an authoritative expert? My sister has been sick for many years, how come you can’t cure her?” Herbert gazed at
Joseph with a suspicious look.
Although she knew that he was a great doctor indeed, she found him an eyesore.
“Every doctor can never say that they have absolute confidence to cure every patient successfully, what I can only say is, I will
always try my best.”
“What? Are you not the top doctor? If you aren’t absolutely sure to cure my sister, why do you take charge of her treatment?”
Herbert snapped.
Hearing these words, Joseph’s face became frosty, he looked up to Herbert. “Since Ms. Herbert needs a doctor who can ensure
a hundred percent success rate, I will suggest the President appoint another doctor for your sister.”
After the words, he put the medical report down, leaving the room arrogantly.
He would never allow himself to be questioned by anyone else.
Herbert was really irritated, where did he get this attitude?
She just asked a few more questions, why did he make a fuss about it?
“It’s fine with me.” After the words, Herbert came to the President of this hospital personally.
Years ago, the Herbert family was aristocrats at City N, of course the President would honor her, however... Just now Herbert
had approached him, telling him that he won’t take the treatment in charge.
While other doctors had certainly spoken that the outlook for Esmae was grim, they couldn’t guarantee a cure as well.
“What? You don’t have another doctor who can be appointed? Is this not the best hospital in City N? Are you telling me that
there’s nobody who can cure my sister except Dr. Joseph?”

The President furrowed his eyebrows, said helplessly, “For now, I will answer yes.”
Even Joseph didn’t take this over, who else dared to do that?
Moreover, he knew Joseph too well, he was a man of his words. It was all useless even if he, as the President begged him,
nobody could force him if he himself didn’t agree to do it.
“Your hospital sucks! I’m going to make a complaint, what can we do for my sister now? We’ve just transferred her to here from
City B, but now you’re telling me that nobody can treat her. All of you’re really irresponsible!”
As Peter came for Herbert, she was still loath to leave the President’s office.
She must find a doctor for her sister.
“Let’s transfer her to another hospital,” said Peter.
Speaking of which, he set about getting in touch with other hospitals immediately, he even made an errand to almost all notable
hospitals at City N; however, all of them recommended him to ask Joseph for help.
When Herbert’s father learned about the story, he hooted angrily at Herbert. “Go and get Joseph right now, I want him to cure my
daughter!”
“Dad, he’s flaky...” Herbert was reluctant.
“Are you more reliable than him? It’s all about your sister’s life!” Kingston was boiling with rage.
Herbert had nothing to retort. After Peter came in, he attempted to mediate their difference by making a promise that he would
accompany Herbert to look for Joseph again.
Late in the afternoon, Kathy came to Joseph from her laboratory, at this time, he almost got off work.
However, when she got out of the elevator, she saw Peter and Herbert stepping into Joseph’s office.
“Dr. Joseph, I apologize to you for what I did before, I sincerely hope that you can see and treat my sister.” Herbert drooped her
eyelids, taking herself down a notch.

Joseph was looking at the medical report, after a while, he only lifted his head. “About Ms. Esmae, the medical researchers
haven’t yet discovered an effective vaccine that can cure her completely.”
“Joseph, you can’t take revenge on us for something personal, Esmae is in danger, and you should cure her!” Peter straightened
his face.
Joseph cultivated an air of indifference, “Avenging on you for something personal? Am I having hatred with you?”
Peter was in a trance for a while. “You love Kathy, don’t you?”