"Mason loves pan-fried buns. These ones are a specialty from the south, different from regular fried dumplings." "She eats them almost every day—without fail. I always see her eating them in the office." "So there’s no doubt. These buns were definitely bought by Mason for you." Felix Baker declared confidently. "Wait, wait, wait! Professor Baker, how do you know I didn’t buy them myself?" Joseph found the whole thing amusing. "Because you wouldn’t." "You always eat breakfast at home before coming in. I’ve been in this office with you for over two weeks now, and not once have I seen you eat breakfast here." "So, logically, these buns must be from Mason." Felix Baker stated matter-of-factly. "Professor, isn’t that a bit of a stretch? What if today was an exception? What if he didn’t have time to eat at home?" Mason Alvarez’s face turned even redder as she tried to argue. "Impossible. When I walked in, Professor Wilson was already working at his computer, with documents open

"Abstain? For how long? Dr. Gutierrez, I lost my wife years ago and have been alone for over a decade. Now, I’m finally about to get married again…" Mason Morgan looked troubled. "There’s no way around it. Your condition is quite severe. As for how long you need to abstain… well, I can’t say for sure. Maybe ten years, maybe a lifetime." Dr. Gutierrez shrugged with a helpless expression. "What?! Ten years?! A lifetime?!" Mason Morgan nearly exploded on the spot. This guy was definitely a quack. He hadn’t figured out anything! "Uh… Dr. Gutierrez, my mother just called me home for dinner. Goodbye!" Without another word, Mason Morgan bolted from the office. What the hell?! From the moment he started talking to Dr. Gutierrez, something had felt off. With years of experience in the business world, Mason Morgan could now say with confidence— This doctor was a complete fraud. "Good thing I booked appointments at two other hospitals. Next stop—Nova City Men’s Health Clinic." Maso

Mason Morgan, upon hearing the question, recounted his visit to the doctor in detail for Molly. From the awkward encounter with Dr. Gutierrez to the preliminary diagnosis at the andrology clinic, and finally, the assessment from the veteran Chinese doctor at the international hospital—he relayed everything without omission. "Mason, I've heard that the doctors at Nova City International Hospital are quite skilled," Molly remarked. "People travel from all over the country just to seek treatment from them. Even that renowned Harrison Wright has spoken highly of Joseph." "The fact that a peer can offer such praise despite professional rivalry means that Joseph must be truly capable." "Mason, I think you might be too prejudiced against the boy. He’s young, yes, but who says youth equates to incompetence?" Molly spoke in a gentle yet earnest tone. "You’re saying I should go and beg that kid for help?" Mason Morgan’s voice carried a hint of frustration. "Beg? What are you talking abo

"Professor Wilson, you’re here! Come, come, have a seat—no rush, take your time. Here, have some tea first." Geoffrey Harris greeted Joseph warmly the moment he saw him. "This is from an excellent coffeehouse—give it a try," he added, pouring Joseph a cup of coffee. Joseph took a sip and nodded appreciatively. "It’s quite good." "I just called Professor Sanchez over. Once he arrives, we’ll get down to business," Geoffrey Harris continued. "Sounds good. I’ll wait," Joseph said, setting his coffee down with a slight smile. "Professor Wilson, how’s your teaching going lately? How does it feel to be a professor?" Geoffrey Harris started making small talk. "It’s been going well. The students are enthusiastic, and the work is smooth—though I’d say that’s mostly thanks to their cooperation," Joseph replied modestly. "Ah, Professor Wilson, I have to disagree with you there! It’s not just about the students cooperating—it’s about your exceptional expertise." "I’ve not only heard abou

"This kid—why should he be part of the investigation team? He himself might have issues! How can he possibly be an investigator?" Lincoln Myers shot a pointed look at Joseph, his voice filled with skepticism. Joseph, however, merely chuckled. "Director Myers, I originally had no interest in getting involved in this matter, but now that you've questioned me like this, I find myself quite intrigued." His tone was deliberately teasing. Hearing Joseph’s infuriating response, Lincoln Myers’s temper flared instantly. Seeing the smug grin on Joseph’s face only made him want to throw a punch at him. "You little brat, you just love going against me, don’t you?" He fumed. "You were the one who started going against me first," Joseph replied with a smirk. "Alright, enough. Stop arguing." "Director Myers, listen to me." Geoffrey Harris waved a hand, cutting off their bickering. "Professor Wilson is not only a direct witness to this medical incident, but he was also Old Mr. Cooper’s at