Chapter 21
On the way back to Harmony Medical Centre, it was clear that Clive was practically glowing with excitement as if he’d just won the lottery. His pride was palpable in his words and actions.
The senior physicians traveling with him exchanged curious glances, wondering what had happened in the estate that could elicit such joy from Clive.
It wasn’t long before Clive recounted the events, and the room erupted in astonishment.
“The Five Elements Acupuncture? Mr. Walsh Senior, you can’t be serious!”
“It’s impossible! That technique has been lost for ages! The book documenting it was destroyed long ago. -there’s no way it still exists!”
“Exactly, Mr. Walsh Senior! You must have been mistaken!”
Clive fell silent.
“I was not mistaken! The Five Elements Acupuncture–its purpose is to draw out poison! I’m not senile; I know what I saw!” he retorted, gesturing emphatically toward his eyes. “I have sharp eyes, and I witnessed it myself!”
Their skepticism began to wane. Eyes full of curiosity, doubt, and even disdain turned toward Felicia, darting back and forth among the crowd.
But Felicia remained unfazed, calmly taking this opportunity to propose that she be allowed to use her name at the clinic for house calls. While her studies were her priority, she wanted the chance to practice her skills and share the fees–a 50/50 split.
Clive thought it over for a moment. Not only did he agree, but he improved the offer to a 70/30 split in her favor.
“You get 70%, and the medical center takes 30%. But you must promise to spend one day a week at my home, studying the texts in my library. You’re welcome to explore as you wish!”
The Walsh family’s medical knowledge had been passed down through generations, and the library contained invaluable medical texts, records, and literature..
However, these resources were only accessible to the next generation of the Walsh family.
Clive’s words hit like a bombshell. The senior physicians gasped and gazed at Felicia; their eyes were filled with skepticism and doubt.
They had spent years mastering their craft, longing for the chance to study under–Clive, yet here was a newcomer, just starting out, suddenly thrust into a position of privilege simply because she was his granddaughter!
How could they possibly accept this?
Despite their simmering resentment, no one dared to voice their displeasure.
Felicia, on the other hand, wasn’t concerned about the jealousy; after all, it was just reading a few more books–which would certainly benefit her–and she casually agreed.
By the time the group returned to the medical center, it was already 5.30 pm.
Clive had planned to send Felicia home, but she declined.
“I’ll take a stroll for a while before heading back.”
“Alright, it’s good for a young lady to stroll around and buy things she likes.”
Clive had taken a few steps away to attend a meeting when he turned back, reminding her, “Don’t stay out too late. There’s news about a gang of international fugitives in Khogend–dangerous folks! Stay safe!”
“Don’t worry, Grandpa.”
With a gentle smile, she watched him walk away before heading to the back of the medical center, where they processed herbs. In a comer lay a pile of unwanted materials, which the center discarded daily.
To Felicia, these were treasures. She could pick through them and create defensive toxins for herself- without cost and possibly even profit!
Once she exited the medical center, the familiar sensation of being watched returned. Raising an eyebrow, she tucked the herbs and a small folding knife into her pocket.
The streets were bustling with people, alive and vibrant. She intentionally made her way toward a quieter area to incite her attackers.
t far off, Lance and his gang of lackeys hid in the shadows, sneering as they saw Felicia heading into the secluded part of town. “After waiting all day, our chance has finally come! Let’s go!”
Just as Felicia navigated through the third alley, a van rolled up in front of her. The doors swung open, and two burly men jumped out, grabbing her and pulling her inside.
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