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Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 894

“We’re taking her to Joshua Jenkinson to have him diagnose her illness of course!” said Gerald with a weak smile.

Gerald would’ve preferred treating Naomi’s mother himself if he could. However, he was well aware that it simply

wouldn’t do to treat a patient in a hotel. Besides, he didn’t have that many herbs or medicine with him at the

moment.

In the end, it would be much better and convenient if Naomi’s mother was treated at Joshua’s place.

“Huh? We’re seeking Master Jenkinson’s help now? But didn’t you say that you were no longer Mr. Crawford,

Gerald?” asked Naomi curiously.

Naturally, she hadn’t meant anything else when she asked that question. She simply hadn’t expected that Gerald

would still be able to maintain such connections in his current state.

“Haha! Just because I’m no longer Mr. Crawford, that doesn’t mean that all my connections are now useless! Now

let’s get your mother up the mountain,” replied Gerald.

With that, the trio then began ascending the mountain.

Since Master Jenkinson was extremely famous, it was no wonder why his clinic was so crowded. Though he was well

known for his skill, he was also infamous for rejecting some of his patients.

According to rumors, a large family once wanted to hire Master Jenkinson to be their personal family doctor.

Though they even offered him an immensely high salary, Master Jenkinson still ended up turning them down!

“How much longer do I have to wait here? To think that I’ve spent a good seventy-seven thousand dollars just to

have to wait in line!” said a rich-looking businessman in an anxious tone before sighing.

“Just be patient. There are people who’ve paid over fifteen thousand dollars just for the registration fee, you

know?” replied someone from the line.

Master Jenkinson’s clinic was truly an extraordinary place. For one, the entire building looked like an antique clinic.

Even the staff working there wore traditional attire that resembled clothes from the 1900s.

“We’ve spent almost forty-six thousand dollars yet we’re still only forty-fifth in place!” said Mollie as she made her

way back to her family with a registration number in hand.

“I see… Well, the amount doesn’t matter…” replied Jorge with a somewhat bitter smile before sighing.

To think that the forty-six thousand dollars was merely for the registration number. They still had to pay a much

higher fee for the diagnosis once it was done.

“Why do we need to pay just to line up here? And why are there people paying different amounts for the

registration fee? I’ve noticed others paying fifteen thousand dollars, forty-six thousand dollars, and seventy-seven

thousand dollars,” asked the cold woman from before.

“Well, it’s a lot like bidding… Essentially, the higher you pay, the faster you get to be diagnosed,” replied Jorge.

“Oh? Then what’s the highest amount one can pay?” asked the cold woman again.

“You can see it over there, beautiful! The top three clients have their names written there alongside their

registration fees! Let me just go over and have a look… Holy cr*p! The highest registration fee ever made was two

hundred and thirty thousand dollars!” said one of Naomi’s cousins who was obviously trying to please the woman.

“Thank you. Quest, go ahead and pay seven hundred and seventy thousand dollars at the registration area,” said

the woman as she nodded slightly at the handsome youth.

“S-seven hundred and seventy-”

Somehow, the room was quiet enough at that moment for almost everyone to hear what the woman said. As a

result, a massive uproar followed.

Soon enough, however, the noise died down again though everyone was now looking at her in astonishment.

Quest himself walked over to the registration area and swiped his debit card on the machine prepared there. Once

the amount was paid, he returned with the registration number that had cost seven hundred and seventy thousand

dollars.

With that, it was obvious that they were going to be first in line now.

“T-they’re so rich!” screamed several people in shock.

As everyone remained flabbergasted, Mollie—who had just so happened to turn around at that moment—suddenly

said, “Mom! Look behind us! They’ve actually followed us up here!”

As Noami’s aunt turned to look at the direction her daughter was pointing at, she anxiously said, “Oh my god! What

are you doing, Naomi? Do you even know where you are right now? To think that you would actually follow us up

here!”

‘Why on earth does Naomi and her family have to cling on to us like leeches?!’

Just as she was about to further mock Naomi, a staff member appeared before saying, “Our sincerest apologies,

ladies and gentlemen, but the master can only diagnose two more patients today. Once that’s over, we’ll be closing

for the day. Aside from the first two clients, the rest may leave and come again tomorrow.”

“…What? Did you just ask us to return tomorrow?” said Jorge, stunned.

The rest of the clients were left stupefied as well the moment they heard that.

“We won’t leave! We’ll just wait here till Master Jenkinson is ready to treat the patients again!” announced the

people there, one after another.

“Please be considerate, ladies and gentlemen. Do understand that there are simply too many of you making a

ruckus in here which isn’t good for our recuperating patients who are currently in the backyard.”

“Then we’ll quiet down… Besides, we’ve all already paid so much for the registration fee,” said a few businessmen

there in aggrieved tones.

Naturally, this placed the staff member in a rather difficult position.

“They’re right. Since we had to pay to even be in line, we should all be considered VIP clients! Instead of asking us

to leave, you should instead be chasing away those who didn’t pay to register! That should clear the masses quite a

bit. We’ll be sure to remain silent as well,” added Naomi’s aunt.