The doctors' tones were laced with sheer malice.
Kiera immediately took offense, her face darkening. "Watch your tone! This is just my granddaughter's way of looking after us! She knows medicine, so what's wrong with her making us a healing broth?"
Holden immediately backed her up. "Exactly! When my wife suffered a medical emergency yesterday, my granddaughter was the one who pulled her back from the brink. Her traditional medicine skills are far superior to the lot of yours! Any meal she prepares is nothing but beneficial for our health!"
At the mention of traditional medicine.
The blonde doctor looked as if he had just heard the funniest joke in the world. He cast a dismissive, mocking glance at Serena's overly young and stunningly beautiful face.
What could a girl this young possibly know about medicine? Especially something as unreliable as traditional methods?
He scoffed. "Traditional medicine? That outdated practice completely lacks scientific basis. You simply cannot compare it to Western medicine, which relies on highly precise instruments and decades of rigorous clinical trials to achieve its current standing."
"I am very sorry to the both of you," he stated in a rigid, bureaucratic tone. "This so- called traditional medicine, these 'healing broths'-they're nothing but boiled roots and bark. Our facility cannot afford to bear any potential risks associated with them." "Nurse, remove those two thermoses from the room!"
A nurse immediately stepped forward, reaching out to confiscate the containers. "Put them down."
A crisp, icy voice cut through the air.
It wasn't loud, but it carried an irresistible, suffocating pressure.
The nurse's hands instantly froze in midair, too terrified to move another inch.
Having his authority challenged in front of everyone, the blonde doctor's face flushed an angry purple. "You are interfering with our work!" he roared. "If your meal contains components that conflict with the patients' physiology, who will take responsibility when something goes wrong?"
Serena casually swept her gaze toward him, placing a hand against the table as she slowly stood up. "I will."
It was such a simple, lazily calm gesture.
Yet it was wrapped in the overwhelming, dominating aura of someone who had long stood at the apex of power, looking down on the world.
The sheer weight of her presence choked the words right out of the blonde doctor's throat, leaving him completely speechless for several long seconds.
It was the younger doctor beside him who finally yelled out, "Can you even afford to take that responsibility?"
"And what if we take the responsibility ourselves?" Holden and Kiera's expressions turned ice-cold. "Our own granddaughter personally prepared breakfast for us. Why shouldn't we eat it?"
"Old Mr. Vinton, Mrs. Vinton..." Faced with the wrath of Holden and Kiera, the young doctor's arrogance noticeably withered, his face turning pale and awkward.
"Enough!"
Suddenly, Dr. Baldur stepped forward and let out a deep, furious bellow.
Both the young doctor and the blonde doctor jumped at the outburst, but when they saw it was Baldur stepping up, expressions of eager anticipation quickly spread across their faces.
Everyone in the United Realmon States knew that Baldur harbored an intense, deep-seated hatred for traditional medicine.
Years ago, at
atan
international
medical summit, Baldur's team had
been on the verge of claiming the championship for the United Realmon States, only to be
completely overturned by the team. led by the president of the Elyndor Traditional Medicine Association.
The master of that very president had used just a single sentence to shatter his team's efforts, leaving a permanent, massive stain on his professional career.
From that day forward, he viewed traditional medicine as his sworn enemy. Merely mentioning the subject was enough to send him into a rage.
Because in Baldur's eyes, those practitioners were simply playing mind games, manipulating people into blind faith without a shred of scientific evidence or clinical data to prove they could actually cute illnesses.
Seeing Baldur, finally speak up, the young doctor immediately launched into a furious complaint. "Dr. Baldur, this family member insists on feeding the patients this nonsensical traditional medicine and even tried to threatenes I'll have her thrown out right this inst-"
"Nonsense!"
Baldur barked out another furious reprimand.
The young doctor's lips split into a smirk as he sneered at Serena. "Hear that? You
are being absolutely nonsensical! Do you even know who Dr. Baldur is? Dr. Baldur is the leading heart..."