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Chapter 49: Someone Was Pretending to be Dr. Miracle
Wolf signed quickly and handed Wynter a piece of paper.
“So you’re saying that she used the Zenith herb to treat the scion of the Yarwood family?” Wynter’s eyes darkened as she read the message.
Wolf nodded in confirmation.
Wynter leaned back in her chair, her fingers tapping lazily on the edge of the table as a small, confident smile tugged at her lips. “Then I’ll see how she’s going to use the Zenith herb in front of me, the real Dr. Miracle.”
Wolf made a sound, a subtle yet naive nod of agreement, “Mmm!”
Wynter’s smile widened as she glanced down at one of the name lists in front of her. “It’s time to change the rules of Southdale,” she murmured, almost to herself.
The Gibson family had long been a dominant force in the academic and medical circles of Southdale. Their influence was suffocating, monopolizing opportunities for those who didn’t have the right connections—or the right amount of wealth. Talented but poor students were often kept from internships at the hospital, while the rich knew the right people to apprentice under the Gibsons.
Beyond their corrupt practices in the medical field, the Gibsons were also known for bullying newcomers, perpetuating their stranglehold over Southdale’s medical community. They had not only gained money through deceitful practices, but their underhanded ways also made them untouchable. Wynter, who was no stranger to the dirty politics of medicine, had no intention of turning a blind eye. She was determined to cleanse the system.
“The patients deserve better,” Wynter said firmly, her voice unwavering. “And those with real talent shouldn’t be stifled just because they’re not born into the right family.”
She stood up, her expression cold and resolute. “We’re going to bring the Gibsons down. It’s time for a change.”
Wolf looked at her, his eyes wide with concern, but he signed, “You want me to find out if the Gibsons were involved in framing Grandma for that death during treatment?”
Wynter’s gaze hardened. “Yes. We need to uncover the truth. But it won’t be easy. If we want to clear Grandma’s name, we’ll need to expose their lies to the world.”
Wolf clenched his fists, his anger evident. “Grandma would never cause someone’s death. She was framed!”
Wynter’s eyes softened for a moment, but her resolve remained. “I agree with you. But no one will believe it unless we show them the evidence. We need to silence the public with the truth.”
Wolf nodded, accepting the task. He understood the importance of what she was asking. The Gibsons had far too much influence, and exposing them would require more than just word of mouth—it would take undeniable proof.
Wynter then picked up the invitation card lying on the table. Her fingers traced its edges as she muttered, “I rejected this case before, but now that it’s come to me again, I’ll go. I’ll teach the Gibsons a lesson they won’t forget.”
Wolf’s eyes sparkled with excitement. He was eager to help, and it seemed like the moment for action had finally come.
Just as Wynter was about to issue her next command, the door swung open. Margaret walked in, her eyes soft with concern. “What are you doing sneaking around the storehouse here again?”
Wynter quickly covered, “Wolf was collecting some components for an assembly.”
Wolf nodded in agreement, and Margaret gave a knowing smile. Her gaze shifted to the invitation card in Wynter’s hand, and her smile faltered slightly. “Are you really going, Wynter?”
Wynter’s expression was calm and fearless. “They sent me the invitation. I have no reason not to go.”
Margaret watched her granddaughter for a moment, her heart filled with pride. She had always been protective of Wynter, but she knew now that she couldn’t hold her back just because of her own concerns.
“If you want to go, then go.” Margaret’s hand gently rested on Wynter’s head. “It’s good for you to see the world. The Yarwood family from Sorzada City is prestigious. They’ve been serving our country since medieval times.”
Wynter smiled softly, listening attentively as Margaret continued. “They have so many talented people. You could make new friends there, too. If you meet some famous doyens, be sure to take some photos and tell me all about them. Especially the one who’s been making waves recently!”
Margaret’s excitement was palpable, and she quickly pulled out her phone, opening a webpage and zooming in on an image. “Here, let me show you! It’s Dr. Miracle!”
Wynter stared at the image, her mind momentarily blank. She had no words. She couldn’t believe her eyes.
Wolf, too, looked at the screen, his eyes widening in confusion. He turned to Wynter, then back at the photo, a disbelieving expression crossing his face.
Wynter took a deep breath, trying to keep her composure. She stared at the image once more, then pointed at the screen, her voice dry as she asked, “Are you sure this scruffy, bearded man is Dr. Miracle, Grandma?”
Margaret looked at the photo with pride. “Yes, that’s him! Isn’t he amazing? He’s been helping so many people. You have to meet him, Wynter! It’ll be so worthwhile!”
Wynter couldn’t suppress her incredulity. The person in the photo looked nothing like the refined image of Dr. Miracle she had imagined. If anything, he looked more like a wandering hermit than the genius doctor everyone revered.
Her mind raced. Someone’s pretending to be Dr. Miracle…
And just like that, Wynter knew that this wasn’t just a competition—it was a game of deception.
