Chapter 184: Chapter 184: Go Find a Cemetery!
July Quinn’s words made William Owens stop in his tracks.
"I don’t plan on getting it treated, it’s just a senile wart, no need for you to be so suspicious here."
Like his expression, William Owens’s tone was extremely dismissive.
"But haven’t you noticed that this spot has darkened?"
July Quinn still blocked his path.
William Owens just wanted to leave quickly, his tone was sharp: "If it darkens, it darkens, spots accumulate over time. No need for you to be a busybody!"
"Fine, I won’t be a busybody. Then quickly find yourself a cemetery you like."
Saying that, July Quinn stepped aside.
But William Owens was furious: "What did you say? How dare you curse me!"
At their age, people are most averse to others mentioning cemeteries, death, or similar words in their presence.
But July Quinn not only mentioned it, she also told him to quickly pick a cemetery—wasn’t this cursing him to an early death?
William Owens immediately rolled up his white coat, assuming an aggressive stance to teach July Quinn a lesson.
Owen Shaw just happened to be following July Quinn to the pharmacy warehouse and, seeing the situation, hurriedly stepped between the two.
"Vice Dean Owens, don’t get worked up, let’s talk this over calmly."
If word got out about the vice dean and the dean having a brawl, it would definitely become a laughingstock.
Right now, a number of patients around them had already recognized them and were watching.
Owen Shaw could only quickly persuade and signal the security to maintain order, so no one would take videos or anything.
But William Owens clearly didn’t want to let it go, and raised his voice considerably: "She told me to pick a cemetery, cursed me to die early, how can we talk this over calmly?"
"July, this is..."
Owen Shaw saw that persuading William Owens wasn’t working, so he could only look at July Quinn, hoping she could step back to calm things down.
Who knew, July Quinn would seriously say: "I sincerely suggest you pick a good cemetery so that when it comes time to be buried, you won’t be rushed and unable to find a cemetery you like."
As soon as she finished speaking, William Owens was nearly hysterical, gritting his teeth: "July Quinn!"
He charged forward, ready to hit July Quinn.
But the latter showed no change in expression, as if unafraid.
It was Owen Shaw who had the hard time.
With a lot of persuasion, he finally convinced William Owens to temporarily set aside his personal grievances and return to his office area.
When William Owens left, Owen Shaw felt completely drained of energy.
There was no choice, William Owens, although age had caught up with him, was exceptionally robust.
Preventing him from hitting July Quinn had indeed taken a lot of effort.
But July Quinn’s expression remained calm throughout.
After William Owens left, she went into the pharmacy warehouse to search for some strange-looking herbs.
Owen Shaw followed closely behind, looking at those peculiar herbs, suddenly recalling the saying about someone being "ill but refusing treatment."
"July, does Vice Dean Owens have the illness from that story about refusing treatment?"
"Pretty much. But his condition is much worse than in the story."
July Quinn spoke while sorting the herbs she had selected.
"But he seems quite spirited; it can’t be that serious, right?"
In fact, Owen Shaw also knew that Vice Dean Owens’s health check-up report came out just last month.
Aside from hypertension, there wasn’t any major issue.
Therefore, he was somewhat skeptical about July Quinn’s diagnosis this time.
"In a week, he won’t be so spirited."
After July Quinn finished speaking, she left the pharmacy with the pile of herbs.
Since Owen Shaw didn’t quite believe it, he didn’t give the matter much thought and kept up with July Quinn’s pace.
*
Meanwhile, after quarreling with July Quinn, William Owens also returned to his office.
He looked at the spot on the back of his hand again and recalled July Quinn’s words about choosing a cemetery, feeling vexed.
Could it be that there really was something wrong with this spot?
But without any illness or pain, and feeling quite energetic, what could be the problem?
Moreover, wasn’t last month’s health report still fine?
Ultimately, William Owens decided to dismiss July Quinn’s words as nonsense and continued with patient consultations.