In the room, Calvert was giving the man another round of acupuncture.

Seeing the man's face caked with blood, Rosalynn fetched some water and cleaned his face and hands.

“Grandpa, how is he?"

“Haven't you already saved him from death? He'll recover after a few days of continued treatment," Calvert assured.

Rosalynn heaved a sigh of relief.

“That's wonderful. Grandpa, you truly are the best doctor. No matter how grave the injuries, you can always pull them through.”

Calvert responded, "Don't butter me up. Do you know who he is?"

Rosalynn shook her head, joking, “I'm not sure. But judging by his attire, he seems affluent. So when he comes around, we might receive a handsome reward."

Calvert glanced at her, remarking, “Such a penny-pincher."

Rosalynn chuckled.

"You're correct. I'm quite crass. How could I possibly match your grandeur and nobility?”

“Save the flattery. Go prepare his medication."

“I'LL do so right away."

Rosalynn tidied up the man and was about to brew his medicine.

"Where's Brian?" asked Calvert.

Rosalynn was about to respond when the door swung open, revealing Brian.

“Calvert, were you Looking for me?"

At this moment, he was donned in a gray, short-sleeved outfit.

Due to the outfit's size being slightly small, the loose clothing clung to his form.

His tall, upright stature, and his partially visible solid chest muscles were rather appealing.

Her husband truly resembled a model, even managing to exude an aura of nobility while wearing elderly-styled clothes.

Rosalynn praised him inwardly.