Chapter 47: Medical Leaders Gather

Actors!

As soon as Quin spat out the word, everyone's expressions froze.

He continued coldly, "That day at Feazer Medical Clinic, you all saw it—how this girl writhed in discomfort from a simple fever. And now, this woman dares to claim her daughter suffered from cold syndrome? Do you really think everyone here is stupid?"

His voice sharpened like a blade as he pressed on, "And more—this woman had the audacity to call me a quack, claiming that John saved her daughter's life. Is she seriously suggesting that I, a direct disciple of the Master of Traditional Medicine, possess inferior skills to a boy barely in his twenties? Does that sound reasonable to any of you?"

Quin's face twisted with performative grief. "So then—if they're not actors, what are they?"

His voice rose, laced with righteous fury.

"I can endure the slander and endure the damage to my name. Reputation means nothing to me. But what cuts me deepest is that this innocent little girl is being used—used as a tool by malicious people. Have you no conscience?!"

His speech struck a chord, igniting the fury of the onlookers.

The crowd erupted.

A flood of abuse surged in like a tidal wave.

They didn't just curse at Tracy and John—they turned on the woman as well.

"What a heartless woman! Using your own child like that. How much did the Feazer Clinic pay you?"

"You don't deserve to be a mother."

"That whole clinic should burn to the ground!"

The woman stood stunned, her heart sinking under the weight of their scorn.

She had once been one of Quin's most loyal supporters. But after he misdiagnosed her daughter, she had quietly lost faith in his medical skills.

Still, she had held on to the hope that, at least, he was a man of integrity.

But today… she saw the truth.

He wasn't just incompetent—he was morally bankrupt.

Unwilling to subject her child to the poison of their words, she pulled her daughter close, shielding her ears from the storm of insults.

Meanwhile, John's fists clenched at his sides, his anger simmering just below the surface.

How familiar this scene was.

It reminded him of what happened at Queenie Group—not long ago, a mob of brainless bystanders had been whipped into a frenzy, spewing slander just as easily as breathing.

He couldn't help but think, Is it really so easy to deceive people in the United States?

His heart grew heavy.

He thought of the brave soldiers guarding the nation's borders—facing down real enemies without hesitation.

But these people?

They were defeated by ignorance.

And that was more tragic than any war.

Just then, a deep, authoritative voice cut through the chaos.

"Brother Lynn, isn't your Harmony Clinic opening today? Why does everyone look so agitated?"

The crowd froze.

They turned toward the source of the voice—and many gasped aloud.

It was Fred Smith, the Director of New York People's Hospital.

He's here? For the Harmony Clinic?

Quin rushed forward eagerly. "Brother Fred! Thank you so much for coming. There was a minor disturbance, but everything's under control now."

Fred gave a short nod, glancing briefly at John and the others before stepping into the Harmony Clinic.

Moments later, more people arrived—each more prestigious than the last.

Directors and executives from the top hospitals across the city.

The crowd broke into a frenzy.

This wasn't just a clinic opening—it was a summit of medical titans.

And then—

The final guest arrived, and with him, the tension exploded into sheer awe.

Charlie Young, the Surgeon General of New York, stepped into view.

Straight-backed and composed, he didn't need to say anything.

His very presence shouted: This clinic belongs to my fellow disciple. It is legitimate. It is safe. You can trust it.

The crowd cheered as if a king had arrived.

This—this was the terrifying network behind Quin.

The power of the Master of Traditional Medicine made manifest.

In stark contrast, the Feazer Medical Clinic across the street seemed suddenly… insignificant.

Tracy stood frozen, her face pale.

With each arriving heavyweight, her heart pounded louder with dread.

She had expected Quin to retaliate, yes—but this?

He wasn't just attacking her.

He was obliterating her.

After today, the Feazer Clinic would be finished.

Two years of backbreaking work—gone.

Then, as the crowd settled into awestruck silence, Quin raised his voice again.

"Everyone, I've gathered my fellow apprentices today for your benefit. As a gesture of goodwill, we will be offering free medical checkups to everyone here at Harmony Clinic!"

Boom!

The crowd exploded with cheers.

Most of them had never even seen such prominent doctors up close—much less be examined by one for free.

"Doctor Lynn is truly a great man—not like that other guy who only knows how to throw punches when he loses an argument."

"From now on, we go to Harmony Clinic! Even if we're dying, we don't set foot in Feazer again!"

As people swarmed to form long queues, hoping to be examined by the medical luminaries, Quin cast a smug glance at the Feazer Clinic.

He was savoring his victory.

Until he saw him.

A man standing quietly in front of Feazer's doors.

Quin's smile faltered.

Marvin Phillips?

What was he doing here?

Marvin was also one of their master's disciples, but he and Quin had never been on good terms. Last Quin heard, Marvin was the Vice President of a provincial hospital.

Why was he here now?

Had one of the other disciples invited him?

Perhaps he came to lend support?

If that was the case, Quin was willing to set aside their old grievances—unity, after all, was more important in front of the public.

But then—

Quin noticed something strange.

Marvin wasn't looking at him at all.

Instead, he was walking toward Feazer Medical Clinic.

Straight toward Tracy.

"Excuse me," Marvin said with a polite smile. "Are you Ms. Tracy?"

Tracy, confused and wary, nodded.

She had no idea who this man was—or why he looked so pleased.

Marvin looked up at the plaque above the door, then smiled again.

"Perfect," he said. "Just the person I wanted to find."