"Ms. Harmon, he's just a conman! He won't be able to do anything for your grandfather. Don't be scammed!" Dr. Jansen said angrily.

Natasha pushed Dr. Jansen away, then pulled Dustin over to the bed.
"Mr. Rhys, we have no time to lose. Please save my grandfather!"

"Shut up!"

"You _____”

"Nothing much. I'm just a little curious. How did you become a doctor when you're so unskilled and irresponsible?"

"So what if it's me?"

"Am I right to presume that you were the one who removed the needles, then?" Dustin raised an eyebrow.

Dustin was a convenient scapegoat that he could use to avoid the blame.

"It's your silly needling that caused Old Mr. Harmon to go into critical condition! You're responsible for this!"

"Mr. Rhys, just now...

Before Natasha could explain, Dr. Jansen shot forward and grabbed Dustin by the collar.
"So it's you who placed the needles?" he shouted.

When he saw Andrew's state, he frowned.
"Didn't I tell you not to remove the needles?" he asked with displeasure. "Why didn't you listen to me?"

"What's going on?"
At that moment, Dustin entered.

At those words, Dr. Jansen paled. The Harmon family was powerful enough to get rid of him without anyone knowing.

Natasha slapped him.
"Stop pushing the blame on others! I'm warning you now if anything happens to my grandfather, I'll end your life!"

"It must be that other healer. His needles must have caused this to happen!"

"No, this has got nothing to do with me!" Dr. Jansen shook his head fervently.

"You liar!" Natasha was livid. She grabbed Dr.
Jansen by the collar and yelled, "I told you not to remove the needles! Now that the worst has happened, this is all you have to say?"

"What?" Both Natasha and Ruth were shocked.

Dr. Jansen was panicking.
"Ms. Harmon, I think... I think Old Mr. Harmon is... dying...

In fact, his stats were declining uncontrollably.

"Quick, get the machines!"
Without delay, Dr. Jansen began emergency resuscitation. Even after a lot of effort, Andrew did not seem to get better at all.

"Sir, the patient is coding!"

"That's strange, he was fine earlier..." Dr. Jansen felt uneasy.

"What's this, Dr. Jansen?" Natasha frowned.

"What's going on?" Dr. Jansen was surprised by the turn of events.

As soon as the needles were removed, something strange happened.
Andrew's body began convulsing. His face began to turn black, and the machines on either side of the bed began beeping.

"Ms. Harmon, I'm a busy man. I'm not going to waste any more time here. If I pull out these needles and anything happens to Old Mr.
Harmon, it'll be on me." With that, Dr. Jansen pulled out all of the needles.

"Why should we?" Ruth said. "Maybe he's already gone, Natasha!"

Their confidence weakened Natasha's resolve.
However, she insisted, "We should wait for Mr. Rhys to come back."

"That's right! Dr. Jansen has saved a lot of people. Don't worry, Old Mr. Harmon will be safe in his hands!" the other doctors behind him chimed in.

It would just make things worse!"

"I know you're worried about Old Mr. Harmon, but please, don't believe in these illusory fairytales.

"Ms. Harmon, all of the best doctors in Swinton are here. I don't know who you hired just now, but I believe he's just frauding you. Do you really think our professionally trained doctors are not as good as a random guy on the street?" Dr. Jansen asked.

"He... he made a lucky guess!" Ruth said.

"Then how would you explain the way he could tell that you're having diarrhea just by looking at you?" Natasha asked.

"That's right!" Ruth agreed. "Natasha, that Dustin barely looks a day over 20. How could he be a skilled healer? Please don't tell me you believe what he said."

"Nonsense!" Dr. Jansen snorted derisively. "If these needles can cure ailments, then what are doctors for?"

"Dr. Jansen, I've already hired another healer.
He said that my grandfather has been poisoned.
We cannot remove these needles as there might be serious side effects."

"What's wrong?" Dr. Jansen asked, annoyed.

"Wait!" Seeing this, Natasha stopped him.

As he spoke, he made to remove the needles.

"I will." Dr. Jansen nodded. When he got nearer to the bed, he frowned. "What's with the needles? What nonsense is this?"

Clearly, she trusted Dr. Jansen more than she trusted a youngster like Dustin.

Ruth immediately moved out of his way.

"It's great to meet you, Dr. Jansen. Please help my grandfather."

"More like one of the best," Dr. Jansen said proudly, "but yes, I am."

"Ah, you're that famous Dr. Jansen! The best doctor in Swinton!" Ruth was ecstatic.

"My name is Jansen. I'm the executive director of the hospital, and also the dean of the medical school. I'm here on orders to treat Old Mr.
Harmon," the balding man introduced.

"Hey! Who are you guys?" Ruth crossed her arms.

Not long after he left, a group of doctors barged in. These were some of the most skilled doctors in the hospital. A balding man led the troupe.