The next day, Felix was ready to work. Tasha had called in a powerful patient to see him. At about 10 in the morning, the so-called powerful man came.

He was a man in his 50s. He looked healthy at first glance, but some of his symptoms weren't frequent.

"Mr. Wiley, let me introduce you to our genius doctor, Felix Zeller." As Tasha spoke, Felix took the initiative to extend his hand for a handshake.

Brian Wiley smiled and said, "He looks young and promising. Without your guarantee, I really wouldn't dare let such a young doctor see me."

He turned to Felix and said, "I'm quite a blunt man, Dr. Zeller. Please don't mind my words."

Brian was right. Without Tasha, no matter how great Felix was, who would dare come to him for treatment?

"Mr. Wiley, you're too kind. Please, have a seat. I know your time is precious," Felix said as he motioned to the chair.

Once Brian was seated, he extended his right arm. "Then please, take my pulse, Dr. Zeller."

He didn't directly tell Felix abou