They chatted for a few more minutes. Stuart then politely suggested it was time to leave. Klein walked him out to the entrance hall.
Putting on his coat and hat, Stuart turned to leave when he suddenly turned back, saying sincerely:
"Sholom, you’re too frugal.
"Your talents deserve better coffee."
What? Klein was momentarily stunned before feeling a bit embarrassed. He chuckled.
"I can’t tell the difference between good or bad coffee. They all taste the same to me."
...
After sending Stuart off, Klein went out and bought some beef bones and meat from a butcher. At a vegetable store, he picked up radishes and other ingredients, along with necessary seasonings.
He planned to make beef bone and radish soup for dinner to complement any leftover rice. For lunch, he found a nearby restaurant and had some lamb chops.
During the leisurely afternoon, Klein continued studying "The Book of Secrets," finding himself increasingly aware of his insufficient understanding of mysticism.
Still, with a solid foundation, many things came naturally as he examined them.
As evening approached, he smelled the inviting aroma of the beef bone radish soup. His Adam’s apple moved twice.
Then, he heard the doorbell ringing, like a signal to eat.
Swallowing saliva, Klein walked to the entrance and grasped the doorknob.
His mind naturally visualized Emlyn White, the handsome but not fully masculine red-eyed vampire.
No need for encouragement… He was a reliable guy… Klein opened the door with a smile.
"Good evening, Mr. White."
Emlyn raised his chin, exuding impatience.
As he was about to speak, Klein glanced at him and said in a low voice:
"This patient’s condition is irreversible. She's very old and frail. Even if I give her potions, she can only survive this winter; three to five years later, she will pass away.
"Unless there are elixirs of eternal youth or similar things, that would be the case. Or turning her into a vampire? But at her age, she’s too weak for such extraordinary changes. My parents and I don’t have any extra abilities."
Irreversible… Klein was momentarily stunned, sighing silently.
To Emlyn:
"Let’s prepare the potion first. We can talk about it after this winter."
"Okay, I brought a ready-made potion suitable for her condition." Emlyn sat on the sofa without hesitation.
Meanwhile, Jurgen the lawyer removed his apron and came out from the kitchen to inquire about Klein's intentions.
"Dr. White, what do you think of my grandmother’s lung disease?" Jurgen asked seriously.
Emlyn was clearly adept at such situations; he spoke extensively on pulmonary diseases, confusing Jurgen before saying:
"The most important thing she needs is warmth and healthy air—my most sincere advice."
"In addition, I have an effective medicine that can be used for free."
He produced a medical license and a small metal bottle.
"Will there be side effects?" Jurgen asked cautiously.
"No. The only issue is it’s not a permanent solution but a temporary cure," Emlyn answered professionally. "I wouldn’t have offered this to anyone if it weren’t for Moriarty's detective work."
Perhaps we should give it a try? Cough… Mrs. Doris interjected.
Jurgen glanced at Klein, and the pre-arranged divination gave him a nod of affirmation.
"Alright." Jurgen finally decided.
He watched carefully as Mrs. Doris drank the potion and observed her reaction closely.
At first, she showed no changes, but gradually felt more ease in breathing.
Standing up, she bent down to hug Brody the black cat and exclaimed:
"I feel much better!"
Jurgen’s usually stern face, devoid of a smile, now had a slight upward curl at the corners.
Klein thought:
Three to five years.
He smiled darkly and sighed internally.
This is also some form of magic performance—creating false results with extraordinary abilities to make people happy…
PS: Just got home after a tiring day; I’ll have three updates soon, possibly starting from tomorrow morning.