Chapter 13 Glory

• Age wasn't actually an important factor.
• “I'm not interested in taking in a disciple.” Osmond rejected while waving his hand.
• “This...” Samuel was unhappy about it but ultimately didn't say anything.
• “Just check up on Old Mr. Linnell first and see if he's really treated Old Mr. Brown!” Abraham sounded displeased as he was quite annoyed.
• “There's no need for that. If even Mr. Lestrange can't treat him, then there's no one in this world who can cure his condition.” Samuel's words rendered Abraham speechless.
• They understood how significant Samuel's words were.
• The comment coming from Samuel was enough to show them just how skilled Osmond was.
• Terence let out a long sigh before thanking Osmond from the bottom of his heart. “Thank you, Mr. Lestrange! Thank you for saving me!”
• With a plain voice, Osmond uttered, “It's no problem.”
• After staying silent for two seconds, he added, “However, your condition hasn't been thoroughly treated yet. You still need an additional session two days later.”
• “Okay! I'll do whatever you say, Mr. Lestrange!” Naturally, Terence agreed to it and would do anything Osmond told him to.
• After Dorian personally sent Osmond back to the Quantrill residence, he left directly without entering the building.
• As for Osmond, he was pushed into a room by Constance before he was interrogated.
• “I went to the Linnell residence to treat Old Mr. Linnell.” He wasn't going to hide anything from her.
• “Ha, you're lying. Why did I never figure out you're a liar before, Osmond?” She wasn't at all convinced that Osmond had any medical skills.
• In response, he stayed silent resignedly.
• Seeing how Osmond was keeping quiet, Constance softened her tone a little. “If you're a doctor, why don't you treat your own legs?”
• “Soon, I'll be able to stand back up. Back then, I was harmed by someone. It caused most of my bodily functions to be damaged. So, I need time to recover.” He raised his head and stared at her.
• “But you've been recovering for two years. Do you know? I have searched for countless doctors for you over the past two years. All of them had no idea how to treat your legs.” She sighed, thinking that he was just comforting her.
• “I know.” The look in his eyes was serious.
• While Osmond might be a dimwit for the past two years, it didn't mean he couldn't remember anything.
• Everything Constance did for him, he saw and took note of.
• “Forget it. I don't want to talk about it anymore. I suppose you're a little more capable now if you managed to befriend Mr. Linnell.” She was about to leave after saying that.
• When she arrived at the door, she stopped. “You know, I wish your mind didn't return to normal. That way, you won't feel sad about being mocked. I have my reasons to keep letting you stay in the Quantrill residence.”
• Then, she pushed the door open and left.
• Watching her leave, Osmond tightened his grip. “Not only do I want to stay in the Quantrill residence, but I also want you to ascend to greater heights because of me. I'm going to bring glory to the Quantrill family because of you.”
• A look of determination could be seen in his eyes.
• Soon after Constance left the room, he heard Flora talking with her outside. “What did that dimwit tell you?”
• “He's not a dimwit now.” Constance's voice soon followed.
• “He's still a cripple! A piece of useless garbage! He's still penniless and worthless!”
• In response to Flora's words, Constance remained silent.
• “You really still believe what your grandfather said about him was true? That he's some kind of incredible soldier? Let me ask you this, then. When your cousin left the army after working as a soldier for five years, how much pension did he get? And how much did Osmond get? Oh yeah, he did have a bank card. However, I checked the card. Do you know what I found? It's an invalid card that can only hold at most ten thousand! So, tell me, what do you admire about him? Do you admire him that he's penniless? That he did nothing of note in the army?” With each word Flora uttered, her voice became louder, as though she wanted Osmond to hear it.
• “I don't want to argue with you today. You should rest early. I have work tomorrow.” That was Constance's way of saying that the conversation was over.
• Osmond, who was still in the room, slowly picked up his storage box.
• It was a pretty simple, ordinary thing.
• Plop!
• A bank card slipped out of his hand and landed on the ground.
• With some difficulty, he bent down and picked up the card. Then, he stared at it in his hand.
• It was a normal bank card, a bit thicker than the modern version.
• An old-style card like his was ancient. It had long been replaced by a new generation of cards.
• “However, some things are more than meets the eye...” Osmond muttered to himself before slowly pulling the edge of the bank card with his fingers.
• Rip!
• He was able to tear off the outermost layer of the bank card.
• At that moment, the bank card that was previously thrown to the ground revealed its true form.
• Its dark luster appeared composed and noble.
• The golden edges of the card looked like a golden divine dragon enveloping the entire card.
• Embedded in the bank card was a shiny piece of obsidian emitting a blinding light.
• It was an Obsidian Card, a type of limited bank card with less than a hundred of them in the whole world.