Chapter 1614Thalassa, standing to the side, overheard Dr. Funke’s phone conversation with someone from Royal
Estates, requesting his services to treat Lysander’s legs. Without hesitation, Dr. Funke declined.
After hanging up, Dr. Funke tossed his phone aside with a scoff, muttering, “All they care about is
money!”
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Thalassa knew Dr. Funke was irate because Royal Estates had tried to lure him with cash to treat
Lysander’s legs. Using money to seek medical help is the norm, a standard practice in seeking a
doctor’s services. But Dr. Funke was different. He wasn’t someone who could be swayed by
financial incentives. His decision to treat someone never hinged on the amount of money offered.
Take, for instance, how he treated Astrid without once mentioning fees, purely out of goodwill.
Astrid, understanding that Dr. Funke had refused to treat Lysander, couldn’t help but lean towards
Lysander’s side, considering he was a father of four. Her worried glance met Thalassa’s, both
sharing a moment of concern. Astrid realized Thalassa was also worried about Lysander and turned
to Dr. Funke, starting to say, “Samuel, maybe we could…”
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“Dr. Funke, what else could possibly be needed?” Thalassa cut Astrid off, probing Dr. Funke for any
other conditions he might have. Astrid shot Thalassa a puzzled look, seeing her serious profile.
Thalassa had interrupted Astrid’s plea, taking it upon herself to ask Dr. Funke directly if he had any
other demands.
Astrid was momentarily surprised but quickly grasped Thalassa’s intent. Thalassa was concerned
that asking Dr. Funke to do something against his will, especially when he had already committed to
treating her, could strain their budding relationship. In a fragile partnership where one party is
already offering unconditional support, making additional demands could be bothersome. Thalassa
didn’t want to jeopardize the delicate bond between Astrid and Dr. Funke, hence her timely
intervention.Astrid had watched Thalassa grow up and knew her well. Thalassa always preferred to shoulder
burdens herself rather than inconvenience others. When would Thalassa ever learn to think of
herself first? Astrid felt a mix of heartache and helplessness.
Dr. Funke glanced at Astrid before fixing his gaze on Thalassa, his expression stern. “You want me
to treat Lysander’s legs?” It was clear what was being asked without needing to spell it out. “Yes,
conventional medicine has little to offer for Lysander’s condition. I was hoping someone with your
exceptional skills in traditional healing could help Lysander. I believe under your care, he could truly
make a recovery,” Thalassa said, not shy about praising Dr. Funke. Everyone likes to hear
compliments, and Thalassa meant every word; Dr. Funke’s skills were indeed remarkable.
Dr. Funke chuckled, unimpressed. Flattery was nothing new to him, and he was immune to its
charms. “What do you think I’m lacking?” Instead of stating his demands, Dr. Funke turned the
question to Thalassa. Caught off guard, Thalassa hesitated, unsure of how to respond. She wasn’t
close enough to Dr. Funke to know what he might want or need.
Contents belong to NovelDrama.OrgSeeing her struggle, Dr. Funke smiled and said, “I appreciate your desire to help Lysander, but I’m
currently committed to treating your aunt and can’t spare the time.” Thalassa’s brows furrowed, her
breath hitching slightly, clearly distressed by Dr. Funke’s implication of refusal to treat Lysander.
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