His harsh attitude made Kiera frown in displeasure.
Holden's voice was ice. "Dr. Baldur, watch your tone!"
"I am speaking from the perspective of a medical professional!" Baldur retorted stubbornly. "Mr. Vinton, look at her! She can't even answer basic questions about post-treatment complications!"
Holden's frown deepened.
Isabella stepped in with a sickeningly sweet display of peacemaking. "Sister, you really were too reckless. When Grandma felt sick, you should have just laid her flat to help her breathe. How could you just stab her with needles? We aren't in Elyndor anymore. You need to trust the professionals."
Then she turned to Baldur, seamlessly switching back to fluent English. "Dr. Baldur, please don't be angry. My sister isn't ignoring you, she just doesn't understand what you're saying. After all, she didn't have the privilege of a proper education..."
"No education? And she claims to understand medicine?!" Baldur's eyes widened, pointing at Serena in sheer disbelief. "Just as I thought. Your so-called alternative medicine is nothing but a circus act! Parading around as a doctor without a shred of formal medical knowledge? No wonder your field is a dying joke! No wonder your doctors are constantly begging to learn from our modern medical advancements!" Isabella quickly turned to Serena, playing the role of the caring older sibling ready to translate. "Sister, Dr. Baldur isn't blaming you, he just means..."
"Dr. Baldur."
A cool, lazy voice cut right through Isabella's fake sympathy.
Serena lifted her gaze, her clear eyes settling indifferently on the arrogant doctor. Flawless, unaccented English rolled off her tongue. "Your concerns are amusing, but you seem to have fundamentally misunderstood the pathology."
"Regarding the complications you mentioned..."
Her expression was calm, her voice smooth as silk as she systematically dismantled every single loophole in Baldur's supposedly impossible questions.
Furthermore, she used highly advanced terminology to point out the glaring deficiencies in his team's current treatment plan for her grandmother's heart.
Concisely and ruthlessly, she
provided the missing pieces to that plan, offering an integrated
approach that completely mitigated the risks of his proposed side effects.
Baldur's arrogance vanished, replaced by a mask of sheer disbelief as his face turned a violent shade of crimson.
He was completely cornered by her relentless barrage of advanced medical corrections. He couldn't string together a single counter-argument.
He, a top authority in cardiology, was... being intellectually decimated by a girl who didn't even look twenty?
And the worst part was, her integrated treatment plan was undeniably the optimal solution!
Serena smirked, looking down on the flushed, speechless doctor with icy disdain.
"Your modern medicine is nothing special."
Baldur's mouth opened and closed. His face burned crimson, but because she had utterly crushed him in his own professional domain, he couldn't utter a word in his defense.
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All of his condescension and mockery had been effortlessly swatted right back into his face.
He had never been so humiliated!
In the dead silence of the room, Serena shifted her cold, indifferent gaze to Isabella.
She switched back to her native
language, her voice devoid of
warmth. "Isabella. Grandma suffered an acute attack of cardiogenic
pulmonary edema. And you wanted
her to lie at while she was waited
struggling for air? Were you trying to hasten her end?"
Knowing absolutely nothing, yet pretending to be an expert.
It made Isabella look like an absolute clown.