Emma Benson couldn't help but be impressed and curious inside. What kind of male doctor could achieve such a level?
Seeking neither fame nor profit, only aiming to benefit patients!?
Walter Schmidt didn't say a word while driving, just accelerated the car.
About forty to fifty minutes later, the sedan stopped in front of a clinic in Manhattan.
The clinic was very ordinary, a medium-sized private medical institution located beside the street. Right across the street was a small park, lush with vibrant flowers and greenery, which looked pleasing to the eye.
Mabel Doyle evidently had a good relationship with this doctor and had booked an appointment in advance. As soon as she entered the clinic, a nurse immediately guided them.
The clinic was empty. Emma Benson felt a bit puzzled. The blonde, blue-eyed nurse seemed to notice her confusion and explained, "Half an hour ago, Doctor Raymond canceled all his appointments, especially to wait for Miss Doyle."
