LAPDOG HUSBAND IS A TRILLIONAIRE HEIR

Chapter 26

The lavish bedroom of Chairman Hargrove fell into a stunned silence at Yemin's bizarre request. The medical equipment's steady beeping was the only sound for a brief moment before outrage erupted among the medical professionals.

"A cobra? Are you completely out of your mind?" Chairman Hargrove's son shouted, his face flushing crimson with anger. "This confirms it—you're nothing but a quack!"

The assembled doctors nodded in unified agreement, their expressions ranging from disdain to outright mockery.

"What could you possibly need a venomous snake for?" the head doctor demanded, adjusting his gold-rimmed glasses. "We've employed every cutting-edge treatment protocol available in modern medicine. MRIs, specialized blood work, experimental treatments—all the latest medical technology!"

Another doctor stepped forward, a thin woman with her hair pulled back in a severe bun. "I've practiced medicine for thirty years, and I've never heard of using snake venom to treat any condition resembling the Chairman's symptoms."

"That's because you're looking at the wrong condition," Yemin replied calmly, his posture relaxed despite the hostility surrounding him.

They think I'm insane, Yemin thought, noting the contemptuous glances exchanged among the medical staff. But their ignorance is only hastening the Chairman's decline.

The monitors beside Chairman Hargrove's bed showed his weakening vital signs. Time was running out.

"What qualifies you to make any diagnosis?" sneered another doctor. "Where did you study? What credentials do you hold?"

Yemin remained unfazed. "My qualifications are irrelevant. What matters is saving the Chairman's life."

"Get this fraud out of here!" Chairman Hargrove's son gestured toward the security personnel hovering at the door. "I was a fool to allow this charade to continue for even a minute."

Across town, Faye's hands trembled slightly as she accepted the specialized container from the university herpetologist.

"This striped V hood cobra is incredibly dangerous," the specialist warned, his eyes serious behind protective glasses. "One bite contains enough neurotoxin to kill several adults. Are you absolutely certain this is necessary?"

"It's for Chairman Hargrove," Faye replied, her voice betraying her own doubts. "Yemin says it's urgent."

The specialist shook his head. "I'm only releasing this specimen because of your university credentials and the emergency authorization you secured. Be extremely careful."

As Faye drove toward the Hargrove estate, the container secured in the passenger seat, her mind raced with questions.

This request is completely insane, she thought, nervously glancing at the container. What could Yemin possibly need with such a deadly creature? Is Katherine right about him being a fraud?

Yet something about Yemin's confident demeanor and the respect he commanded at Group A made her doubt Katherine's assessment. There was more to this man than met the eye.

When she arrived at the mansion, security escorted her directly to the Chairman's suite, where she found a scene of chaos.

"Your father was poisoned with a rare powder from the mimic tree," Yemin announced, looking directly into the son's eyes. The statement cut through the arguing voices like a knife.

The son's face paled slightly. "Poisoned? What nonsense is this?"

"The mimic tree powder is virtually undetectable by standard toxicology," Yemin continued. "It replicates the symptoms of the patient's previous fatal condition, causing doctors to misdiagnose and treat the wrong disease."

The family doctor, a tall man with a receding hairline who had been silent until now, stepped forward. "This is absurd! There is no such thing as a 'mimic tree' in any medical literature I've ever encountered."

"Not in your literature," Yemin replied. "But it exists nonetheless."

The doctor turned to Chairman Hargrove's son. "Sir, this man is clearly a fraud. He has no medical qualifications whatsoever and is now inventing fictional plants and poisons. I strongly urge you not to listen to this dangerous charlatan."

Yemin's eyes hardened as he addressed the doctor. "I know Chairman Hargrove's previous condition intimately because I cured him myself. That cure was permanent. The only explanation for these identical symptoms is deliberate poisoning."

The accusation hung heavy in the air, causing several staff members to exchange uncomfortable glances.

"You dare accuse someone in this household of attempting to murder my father?" the son's voice quivered with either rage or fear—perhaps both.

"I'm stating medical facts," Yemin replied coolly. "Someone has poisoned him, knowing the symptoms would mislead his doctors."

The family doctor scoffed loudly. "This is preposterous! I've been treating the Chairman for fifteen years. I won't stand here and be lectured by some street fraud!"

Yemin turned his penetrating gaze to the doctor. "Then put your life on the line, doctor."

The room fell silent.

"What did you just say?" the doctor whispered.

"If my diagnosis and treatment fail, I offer my life as forfeit," Yemin said, his voice low and even. "Are you willing to do the same for your diagnosis?"

The doctor's face drained of color. "That's—that's barbaric! We don't practice medicine that way!"

"When you're absolutely certain of your diagnosis, the risk should be minimal," Yemin countered. "Unless you're not as confident as you claim to be."

The doctor opened his mouth to protest further but found himself speechless. No one in the room dared speak.