The girl in front of him, Mack frowned, fleeting fragments of memories surfacing in his mind. There was a vague sense of familiarity, yet it didn't seem distinct enough to recall. He looked at her with a hint of doubt. "And you are?" Lance clearly wasn't pleased by Addison's sudden appearance. His brows furrowed as he turned toward Mack, shaking his head slightly. "Dr. Drew, I apologize. She knows little about clinical matters, and her abrupt interruption must have disturbed your diagnosis. Please forgive her." Why is Addison here again? Why hasn't she left yet? His expression grew more impatient by the second. Mack, however, seemed to be a man of good temperament, as he didn't seem particularly annoyed. He waved it off. "No harm done." Having said that, he gave Addison a final glance before turning back to resume his work. "I don't know clinical matters?" Addison raised a brow at Lance's remark. She addressed Mack directly, "Are you fully aware of Mr. Steven's current condition?" Mack turned back toward her, giving a slight nod. "Of course." "Good, that simplifies things." Addison gestured nonchalantly. Though skeptical, she trusted Mack's clinical skills. After all, he had been a guest invited to the Daves banquets years ago, so his expertise had to be top-tier. "I heard you mention that Mr. Steven has a 90% chance of becoming a vegetative state?" Mack didn't see anything wrong with her question and nodded again. "Addison, Dr. Drew is treating Grandpa. You can't help with anything here. What are you doing standing around?" Lance's expression was cold, and impatience was evident on his face. Amidst the impatience, there was a hint of urgency, as if he was blaming her for wasting valuable time saving Steven. Addison turned at the sound of his voice and looked at him. She could bet that if Mack weren't here, Lance would have already had his bodyguards throw her out the door without hesitation, all to maintain the Johnston's reputation. Addison shot a brief glance at Lance before turning back to Mack."You know about Mr. Steven's condition, don't you?" she asked him directly. Mack frowned slightly, unsure of what she was implying. Hadn't he already confirmed this earlier? "His chances of becoming a vegetable are actually higher than 90%, aren't they?" Addison didn't press further, but her words were enough. Mack's expression stiffened momentarily. She was right. The actual likelihood was indeed higher than he had initially stated. This woman wasn't as clueless about medicine as Lance had suggested. Yet, since he had already given Lance his initial assessment, it wasn't appropriate to change his stance now, so he chose to remain silent. Addison noticed his hesitation but didn't push him further. Instead, she smoothly steered the conversation back. "Despite his condition, Mr. Steven can still be saved." Mack raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "You have a solution?" Before she could answer, the sound of approaching high heels interrupted them, and Virginia's figure emerged. She walked over and stood close to Lance, initially intending to speak. Still, noticing the tense atmosphere, she held back and adjusted her expression. "Although Mr. Steven's condition is dire, there's a secret medicine from the Daves that could save him." Addison had barely finished speaking when Mack's eyes lit up with sudden realization. "You're right! Why didn't I think of that?" His previously clouded mind seemed to clear instantly. Excitement flashed in his eyes as if he had just grasped something critical. Lance was taken aback by Mack's sudden reaction. The Daves' secret medicine? "Dr. Drew, are you saying Mr. Steven's recovery depends on the Daves secret medicine?" "Exactly," Mack said enthusiastically, pointing at Addison. "What she just mentioned reminded me! "I've spent so much time abroad that I almost forgot about the Daves in Kreshill. They do indeed have a rare medicine that could save Mr. Steven's life."Lance blinked, a complex expression flickering in his eyes as he gazed at Addison, who stood barely about 1.5 feet away. She had mentioned needing the Daves's secret medicine earlier, and he had dismissed it as nonsense. Yet now, it seemed she had been telling the truth all along? His eyes darkened slightly, his cold, unreadable expression betraying nothing of his thoughts. After a moment, he spoke to Mack again, his tone serious. "So, you're saying the only hope for Mr. Steven now is the Daves' medicine?" Mack glanced at Addison as if seeking her confirmation before answering carefully, "In theory, yes. Mr. Steven's condition is extremely precarious. "If I'm not mistaken, he recently underwent surgery for heart failure, correct? "Following a heart failure operation, developing complications this severe is highly unusual." Mack's words trailed off tactfully, unwilling to state the obvious. In truth, from the moment he examined Steven, he had sensed something was off. It didn't feel like typical post-operative complications but rather like a deliberate act. However, lacking concrete evidence, he refrained from making any accusations, adhering to his professional ethics. "The situation is urgent, and the Daves's medicine appears to be the only viable option now." Lance's brows furrowed tightly. The Daves? Memories from his childhood stirred. He had visited the Daves in Kreshill once when he was young. His first encounter with Virginia had taken place at a Daves banquet. But after that event, his family had severed all ties with the Daves. Only his elder brother, Harvey, seemed to have maintained some connection with them. As these thoughts surfaced, Lance's expression grew even more solemn. Mack looked up at Addison, his expression softening. Perhaps it was because of the surprise from her earlier words, but his tone became unusually humble, completely lacking the arrogance one might expect from an internationally renowned doctor. "I've visited the Daves a few times in the past, but I'm not familiar with them. Moreover, the Daves in Kreshill aren't exactly easy to deal with. Do you know how we can acquire this secret medicine?" Since this woman clearly knew about the existence of the medicine, she must have some connection to the Daves, right? Otherwise, how could she be aware of such an obscure treatment? Hearing this, Lance's cold demeanor finally showed a hint of change. He fixed his gaze firmly on Addison, waiting for her answer, a trace of expectation in his eyes. Virginia stood beside him in stark contrast to his anticipation, her expression filled with disdain. Addison? A mere orphan—what connection could she possibly have with the Daves? Even being related to the Daves herself, she had never heard of anyone named Addison. If Addison knew about the secret medicine, it must have been pure luck or hearsay, right? Virginia thought disdainfully.