Patricia reacted quickly, grabbing the old man's body before he could collapse on the ground while unconscious.

Seeing this, Dr. Bernard, the divine doctor, was greatly shocked and immediately went over to the old man. Together with Patricia, they supported the old man and sat him down on a chair.

Then, he placed his right hand on the old man's pulse, shaking his head continually — his face became extremely uneasy.

"The old injury in Mr. Hardy’s body suddenly relapsed, and he might not survive this crisis," Dr. Bernard sighed as he shook his head.

Patricia's eyes filled with tears, as if struck by a bolt from the blue. Her form flickered, nearly falling to the ground.

"Grandpa, Grandpa…” Patricia said while shaking the old man's arm, “No, Grandpa, this can't be happening. Dr. Bernard, isn't there something you can do to save my grandpa?”

Dr. Bernard sighed and just shook his head, opting not to say anything more.

After buying medicine, Stanley left without saying a word. Seeing this, Patricia, as if she remembered something, lifted her head and looked at Stanley, her voice involuntarily becoming commanding, “Stop.”

Patricia got up and ran in front of Stanley, blocking his path.

Her face held a complex expression as she looked at Stanley. She didn't believe that Stanley was a divine doctor, but the current situation left Patricia with no choice but to ask Stanley for help.

Her previous condescending attitude towards Stanley suddenly disappeared from her face.

"You... do you have a way to save my grandpa?" Patricia, tears streaming down her face, looked pitifully at Stanley.

Stanley remained indifferent to Patricia's crying.

As Stanley, the Heavenly Immortal Emperor, had walked on the edge of life and death countless times in his past life, the life and death of others had long become insignificant to him.

Patricia spoke in a low voice, “I apologize for the things I've said before, I'm sorry... As long as you can save my grandpa, I'll agree to any condition you ask.”

When Stanley heard what Patricia had to say, he looked up at her. Now in his new reincarnated life, he was short on money.

To concoct medicinal pills, it was necessary to have enough medicinal herbs, and buying such herbs was the most expensive part.

Stanley was also worried about money, and a business opportunity came at just the right moment.

Stanley stretched out five fingers and placed them in front of Patricia.

"Do you want money? Fifty thousand? Five hundred thousand? Or five million?" Patricia stared at Stanley in surprise.

He nodded when he heard "five million".

Patricia hesitated for a moment, then immediately nodded and said, "Deal, as long as you can cure my grandfather's illness, five million it is."

Five million might seem a lot for ordinary people, but compared to the cost of buying medicinal herbs, it was considerably cheap.

Some high-quality herbs of good vintage would cost hundreds of thousands or even a million a piece.

Stanley immediately walked over to the elder surnamed Hardy and took his pulse.

After a while, Stanley stood up and said, "Prepare some wolfberries, dragon mallow..."

Then Stanley sequentially listed a dozen or more sorts of herbs, each one relatively common.

"Crush these herbs, and then boil them into a decoction using low heat, supplement it with well water, and give it to the elderly gentleman to drink in twenty minutes. He should regain consciousness," Stanley instructed.

Being astounded by what Stanley said, Dr. Bernard remembered all Stanley's instructions to the letter.

However, Dr. Bernard still had doubts, as some of these herbs simply could not be mixed together; doing so could cause significant harm to the human body.

"Some of these medicinal herbs cannot be mixed together," said Dr. Bernard. "Doing so could endanger the patient."

Dr. Bernard was about to inquire further when he noticed Stanley lowering his head, gazing at the newly-purchased medicinal herbs. His eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of coldness flashing in them.

In the entire Stonyford, this was the first time he had encountered such a reckless youngster in front of him. Considering the severity of the patient's condition, Dr. Bernard did not dare to say more.

Patricia gritted her teeth, as she looked at her unconscious grandfather. Dr. Bernard was at a loss, she had no choice but to trust in Stanley.

If Stanley dared to do anything to hurt her grandfather, she would make him pay a bloody price.

The power of the Hardy family, in Stonyford, was so great it was unrivaled. There was no family that could match the Hardy family in Stonyford.

"Dr. Bernard, prepare the decoction as he instructed," said Patricia.

"I'll do it myself," Dr. Bernard glared at Stanley a few more times before disappearing from sight.

If the old man surnamed Hardy were truly to have an accident after drinking the medicine, Dr. Bernard would not be able to absolve himself. As such, he could not take this lightly.

Patricia felt a pang of regret when she saw Dr. Bernard preparing the medicine. She found Stanley to be inscrutable.

As mysterious as Stanley was, he was just a seventeen or eighteen-year-old youngster. Could his medical skills rival Dr. Bernard's?

"Do you really have the confidence to cure my grandfather's illness?" She asked Stanley, as if seeking psychological comfort.

"Of course I can," Stanley responded with assurance before ignoring Patricia altogether.

Patricia was infuriated by Stanley's attitude and silently cursed him.

Patricia was not only breathtakingly beautiful but could be considered a great beauty capable of causing the downfall of a city.

With a melon seed face, high nose bridge, thin lips, bright eyes as if they were brilliant stars, and long hair that falls over her shoulders, she oozes an elegant aura.

However, Stanley was totally uninterested, not even bothering to strike up a conversation, which made Patricia doubt her charm for the first time.

This thought briefly crossed her mind, but what mattered more to Patricia was the safety of her grandfather right in front of her.

The two waited quietly for twenty minutes, after which, Dr. Bernard, a renowned doctor, came out personally with a bowl of medicinal soup and approached the elderly man with the surname Hardy.

"Here, let me feed grandfather the medicine," Patricia carefully took the medicinal soup from Dr. Bernard.

Then she started to feed the Mr. Hardy, spoonful by spoonful.

One minute passed, then two, and the Mr. Hardy still showed no signs of waking up.

This made Patricia increasingly skeptical whether Stanley's approach was right.

"Did you give my grandfather a poisonous drink?" Patricia asked angrily.

"Indeed, if something happens to Mr. Hardy, can you bear the responsibility?" Dr. Bernard also started to accuse Stanley, venting his anger on him.

If Stanley could really cure Mr. Hardy's ailments with just a bowl of this medicine,

then word would get out, and Dr. Bernard would no longer need to practice in Stonyford.

Dr. Bernard had objections in his heart when he saw Stanley's behavior.

Just as Patricia was about to continue her loud scolding, an old voice came from behind, "Patricia, don't be disrespectful."

Upon hearing her grandfather's voice, Patricia looked at him in disbelief.

"Grandpa, you are awake." Patricia spoke to the elderly man with the surname Hardy.

The elderly man had overheard the conversation between Patricia and Stanley, and had a slight idea about their situation.

Upon hearing her grandfather speak, Patricia became somewhat shy.

The elder man got up, looking at Stanley, and said, "I am Paul. Your gifted healing ability is as remarkable as Hua Tuo reborn. My granddaughter was shortsighted and offended you. I hope you will forgive her."

"No problem, don't forget to send me the money. I am Stanley, I live in xxxx." Stanley said nonchalantly, stating his address.

Before Patricia could say anything, Stanley took the medicinal herbs he had bought and strode away, leaving Patricia stamping her foot in fury.

"Grandpa, let me take you home first." Patricia said, looking at Paul.

Paul got up and said to Dr. Bernard, "Dr. Bernard, I will take my leave now."

Dr. Bernard nodded, "Take care, Mr. Hardy."

However, as he watched Stanley's retreating figure, jealousy began to thicken in his eyes.

Once this incident got out, it would tarnish his reputation.

After they left the Grand Medicine Hall, Paul solemnly told Patricia, "Find more information about this young man. I need his details."

When discussing Stanley, Paul's voice held a hint of respect.