Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 436 - Old Mr. Smith Crashes into the Wedding

Chapter 436 -436: Old Mr. Smith Crashes into the Wedding Hall (part 1)

Chapter 436 -436: Old Mr. Smith Crashes into the Wedding Hall (part 1)

Headmaster Theodore never imagined that Master Brandon would turn out to be like that.

But compared to the students’ happiness, the fifty-year-old man was heartbroken. With twenty million, he could conduct so much research, provide countless study materials and surgical samples for the students, and cultivate numerous live experimental animals. And now it was going to be used to improve infrastructure and greenery? What a waste!

Yet, no matter how heartbroken he was, Headmaster Theodore could only endure it.

After all, they were the real financial backers.

After a series of official ceremonies, Bertha Swift gave a speech as the student representative, finally calming the previous agitation. Everyone looked at the handsome men and beautiful women on stage and once again marveled at how different beautiful people were. They were pleasing to the eye regardless of gender, gradually forgetting about Abigail Green.

Duncan Symons, however, seized the opportunity to belittle Abigail, “Master Brandon only pitied you. Don’t think you’re special. See? Only someone like Bertha can stand beside Master Brandon.”

Unfortunately, the three people ahead ignored her.

They just treated it as a dog barking.

“What kind of lousy school is this? Building the main auditorium so far away, trying to exhaust this old man?” an elderly but vigorous voice suddenly echoed from the back door just as the opening ceremony was about to end.

All the faculty and students were stunned and turned to look.

Abigail and Brandon Piers, though seated in different places, both simultaneously felt a jolt in their hearts.

Grandpa? Why is he here?

“Sir, please keep your voice down. What if others hear you?” Mom Han earnestly advised. Who would have known that as she turned her head, she saw thousands of students staring at them? Startled, she stepped back, “Old Mr. Smith…”

“So what if they hear? Am I not speaking the truth? And you, mumbling all day, did I scold or abuse you?” Church Smith said, leaning on a cane, his stooped body following Mom Han inside.

Then, like Mom Han, he met the complex gaze of thousands of eyes. The old man paused, then cursed, “What are you looking at? Never seen an old man before?”

Everyone was speechless.

They had seen old men before, but never one so bad-tempered, ranting in someone else’s territory, and so nitpicky.

Hearing the commotion, Abigail wanted to facepalm. She never expected her grandfather to come to the medical school, much less make such an entrance.

“And who might you be? This is Swallow City Medical University’s auditorium. We are having an opening ceremony. If you have nothing else to do, please leave at once,” a teacher responsible for discipline stepped forward to advise.

Church Smith angrily glared at the teacher, “Who said I have nothing to do? Would I come to this lousy place for no reason? Where is Cameron Theodore? I’m looking for him.”

Headmaster Theodore paid no mind to the commotion below, still trying to get closer to Brandon Piers to see if the use of the twenty million could be altered to practical teaching and medical research. But just then, he heard someone shout his full name.

Over the years, as the president of Swallow City Medical University, Cameron Theodore had gained significant prestige. Even Brandon Piers deferentially called him Headmaster Theodore. Who would have expected to hear his full name shouted out in front of the entire faculty and student body, in such a domineering tone no less?

Holding back his anger, Cameron Theodore stood up. “Who is causing trouble at my school? Security!”

“Hmph, calling your name constitutes causing trouble? Haven’t seen you in years, and you’ve grown quite impressive, Headmaster Theodore!” Old Smith said as he approached, leaning on his cane, fearless of anyone trying to stop him.

An immediate question emerged in everyone’s minds. Who was this old man? Headmaster Theodore’s father?

Apart from a father, they couldn’t imagine who else would dare to scold Headmaster Theodore like that.

At once, everyone perked up their ears, wanting to see how the headmaster would handle this arrogant, bad-tempered old man.

Unexpectedly, just then!

The previously indignant Cameron Theodore, upon seeing Church Smith’s long-unseen elderly face, exclaimed, “Old Mr. Smith!”

The next moment, everyone saw the usually composed and authoritative headmaster at fifty-something years old leaping towards the extremely unpleasant old man, extending his hand in excitement, “Old Mr. Smith? What wind blew you here? Why didn’t you notify me in advance? I would have personally come to get you. How could we let you lower yourself to come to this lousy place?”

The entire faculty and student body were speechless again. Was this their headmaster? So they had always been in a lousy place!

Church Smith snorted, “Weren’t you just quite impressive? Why do you care about an old man!”

Cameron Theodore, knowing Old Mr. Smith’s temper, offered a sheepish smile, “A misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. I just didn’t know you were coming today, Mr. Smith. Any instructions?”

“Not instructions exactly. I’m here to recruit a disciple,” Church Smith said proudly.

Cameron Theodore almost dropped his jaw in shock, “You’re… you’re serious?”

“Indeed. My granddaughter is gone. I can’t let the medical skills be lost. I’m planning to find a final disciple here in your auditorium today. Any objections?” The old man spoke as he scanned the crowd, finally settling his gaze on a chubby girl, letting out a snort.

“No objections, none at all,” Cameron Theodore quickly replied, not noticing Old Mr. Smith’s small gestures, his mind racing solely over the shocking news of Old Mr. Smith looking for a final disciple at their school.

Everyone knew this old man’s ancestors were imperial physicians. Generations practiced medicine, and with Church Smith being the only remaining descendent, his medical skills were unparalleled, earning him the title, “The Living Hua Tuo.” His only granddaughter was considered a prodigy in medicine, excelling in both traditional Flowery medicine and cardiothoracic surgery, effectively combining traditional techniques with modern surgical methods in clinical practice, achieving remarkable results.

Medical circles once believed that Dr. Smith Abigail might be the one to globalize combined traditional and modern medicine. Tragically, she died suddenly in the operating room.

Her death was not only a loss for Old Mr. Smith but also a significant loss for the medical community.

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Many said it could take another thirty years to produce a second Abigail.

The primary reason was that Abigail had Church Smith behind her, a titan in traditional Flowery medicine. Only his disciples could be exposed to top-tier traditional techniques from a young age, eventually applying them to surgery.

Such a miracle worker, with an odd temper and minimal commercial value, had begun to fade from prominence. Many in the medical community privately lamented this. Never could they have expected this stubborn old man to think of recruiting disciples, and right at their medical university.

If this plan succeeded, their medical university would become the benefactor of the entire industry, and Cameron Theodore would be immortalized for generations.

For a moment, the students realized their usually stern headmaster was gazing at them excitedly, “Let me introduce this esteemed gentleman, the honorary president of the Traditional Flowery Medicine Research Association, a leading figure in traditional Flowery medicine, Old Mr. Smith, Grandfather of Dr. Smith Abigail. Today, Mr. Smith has come to our university to recruit a final disciple…”

At this, Cameron Theodore paused and looked at Church Smith, “Mr. Smith, will you recruit only one? Why not take a few more?”

“And who would teach the extras, you?” The old man snorted.

Cameron Theodore didn’t mind, beaming at the students, “Anyone interested can stay behind.”

Not only were others stunned, but even Abigail and Brandon Piers were bewildered.

What? The old man wanted to recruit a disciple?