Chapter 38 – Lily’s Resignation

Saving people was far more difficult than killing them.

Once upon a time, there was a Supreme Master from Britain who refused to submit to the King of Horizon. He led a group of disciples to the U.S. border to challenge the authority of the Oracle Hall. But he was ultimately defeated by John—with a single sword strike.

From beginning to end, John's expression remained calm and relaxed.

But today, faced with a little girl suffering from a cold-induced illness, John wore an expression more serious than ever before.

The girl's body was far too fragile to handle the strong force of vital energy.

John had to control his energy with extreme precision.

It was like being a top-tier master whose casual punch could shatter mountains—but instead, he had to exert only the strength required to crush an ant. Even the slightest excess could be fatal.

This made the treatment incredibly delicate.

The procedure lasted for an hour.

At last, the little girl burst into tears. The icy chill that had plagued her was completely driven out, and a warm flush returned to her pale cheeks.

Outside the curtain, her mother had been waiting in agony. She finally let out a breath of relief upon hearing her daughter cry.

"My little girl…"

When John emerged, carrying the girl in his arms, the woman rushed over.

"Mom, I'm not cold anymore," the girl said softly.

Hearing her daughter's voice, the woman burst into tears once more.

"Thank you so much, doctor! You saved my daughter's life. I'll repay you—even if it costs me everything," she said gratefully.

Looking at the plainly dressed woman, clearly not from a wealthy background, John said simply, "One hundred dollars for the treatment."

"One hundred?" she repeated in disbelief.

This was her daughter's life. She had been prepared to give everything she had.

"Doctor... do you mean one million dollars?" she asked cautiously.

"One hundred dollars," John repeated. "Use the rest to buy nutritious food for your daughter."

Plop!

The woman dropped to her knees, tears spilling down her cheeks. She refused to stand until John, visibly annoyed, said, "Stop kneeling. Your daughter just recovered. Take her home and let her rest."

"Okay, okay! Thank you, doctor. Come on, sweetheart, say thank you."

"Thank you… Big Brother," the little girl said sweetly.

The mother and daughter bowed deeply and left the Feazer Medical Clinic.

John finally let out a sigh of relief.

He had maintained intense focus for an hour, all while keeping his vital energy in perfect balance. Even for someone like him, it had been exhausting.

But seeing the joy and health return to that little girl's face—it had all been worth it.

He slumped into a chair and closed his eyes for a brief rest.

When he opened them, he saw Tracy rushing in, worry etched all over her face.

"Little brother, are you okay?" she asked anxiously.

John shook his head lightly. "I'm fine, Sister. Slow down."

"Thank goodness," Tracy breathed a sigh of relief before scolding him. "Why didn't you answer my calls? Do you know how worried I was?"

John pulled out his phone. Over twenty missed calls—all from Tracy.

The first time she had called, he'd been talking to the woman. After that, the little girl's condition had required his full attention, so he had silenced his phone.

He hadn't realized how much that would worry Tracy.

He felt a pang of guilt.

"Tell me, what happened?" Tracy asked, thoroughly confused. She had returned to find only John at the clinic. Quin Lynn and the patient were gone.

So John told her everything.

"That bastard! I can't believe a murderer worked in my clinic. And he even had the audacity to call and question me?" Tracy's face turned red with fury.

She had studied medicine herself. Based on John's description of the girl's symptoms, she could easily judge who was right and who was wrong.

Besides, she had always believed in John.

John tried to soothe her. "Don't be angry, Tracy. It's better that such scum is gone. If he had stayed, something worse might've happened eventually."

Tracy sighed. "I only hired him because he was a disciple of Mr. Davis. I didn't expect his medical ethics to be so rotten."

She sounded frustrated.

In terms of skill, Tracy didn't consider herself inferior to Quin Lynn. But his reputation surpassed hers by far—simply because he was the disciple of a renowned doctor in the U.S.

Had Tracy chosen to stay at New York Hospital instead of opening her own clinic, her name would have eventually gained recognition.

However…

What truly made her leave was how she had been ostracized at the hospital after rejecting the advances of the department director's son. That constant pressure and humiliation had drained her spirit.

So she resigned and opened her own practice.

But running a clinic independently was no easy feat.

"Miss Linch."

A voice called from the entrance.

A young girl entered the clinic.

Tracy looked up and smiled gently. "Lily, thank you for helping out yesterday. You should be resting today."

The girl was Lily Harts, one of the youngest doctors at Feazer Medical Clinic. She had graduated less than a year ago and had limited experience.

Lily hesitated before speaking. "Miss Linch, I heard about what happened with Doctor Lynn. I hope you're not too upset."

Tracy gave a small smile. "I didn't expect you to comfort me. That's very kind of you."

Lily lowered her head and then, after a moment of silence, said, "Actually… I'm here to resign."