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Chapter 6: This Child is Extraordinary
Luke, who had always looked down on ordinary people, remained blissfully unaware that when Wynter lifted her gaze, her expression had shifted.
Her demeanor was no longer gentle. It was assertive, arrogant, and fierce.
She casually played with a piece of candy, then flicked her fingertips.
Bang!
In an instant, Luke’s knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground with a sharp cry of pain.
“Ah!” The searing agony made him grimace uncontrollably.
He struggled to get up, but his body felt frozen—his hands and legs unresponsive, as though he’d been struck by a precise acupuncture treatment.
Wynter calmly walked over to him, her voice eerily calm. “As a medical student, you can’t even perform the basic task of observation—like asking the right questions or noting the symptoms. And yet, you dare make a diagnosis? The title of ‘doctor’ isn’t for elevating your ego. It’s for saving lives. Your medical skills are lacking, but your ethics are worse. Today, I’ll accept your kneeling as a token of gratitude, a clean-up on behalf of your master.”
Luke’s eyes burned with hatred.
Wynter leaned in close to his ear, her voice a low whisper. “With your thick skin, an hour or two of kneeling on the street won’t hurt.”
“What have you done to me?” Luke’s voice was laced with panic. “I’ll call the police! Someone assaulted me!”
Wynter chuckled softly. “Who will testify? Mr. Johnson, you knelt down voluntarily. I didn’t force you.”
“That’s right! Serves you right!” someone from the crowd shouted.
The onlookers seemed to take a certain satisfaction in the turn of events.
“The young girl didn’t harm you. Stop trying to frame her!”
Not long ago, Luke had mocked Wynter when she had saved the little boy. He had dismissed her as “one of those people from the lower class” and refused to apologize. Now, his behavior was coming back to haunt him.
Luke had thought he could intimidate them. But now, it seemed the tables had turned.
A group of older women from the neighborhood cheered. “See? A medical student from Sacred Heart Medical University who knows nothing about medicine had to kneel in apology!”
“Y-You people!” Luke’s face turned crimson with humiliation.
It was clear he had underestimated the power of the older women in Sunrise District. Just moments ago, Luke had arrogantly shouted without regard for where he was. Now, as more people gathered, he wished he could vanish into thin air.
His gaze toward Wynter grew darker and more resentful.
Since they were both in the medical field, Luke was certain this young traditional medicine practitioner wouldn’t get far. The next time he crossed paths with her, he vowed to teach her a lesson she wouldn’t forget.
Wynter, however, didn’t even glance at him again. If there were to be a next time, she’d have no problem taking the time to break his legs.
As the crowd began to disperse, many older women eagerly asked for Wynter’s contact information. They had all witnessed her impressive needlework and skillful treatment, and they were eager to stay in touch.
Wynter graciously agreed, scanning their QR codes one by one.
Patricia, ever enthusiastic, said, “Young girl, your needle technique was incredible. Does someone in your family practice traditional medicine?”
Wynter thought of her grandmother, the only one in the Yates family who had ever treated her kindly. She offered a safe, simple explanation. “Yes, my grandmother studied traditional medicine and runs a health center.”
“No wonder,” Patricia nodded, impressed. “I’ll make sure to refer clients to your family when the time comes.”
“Thank you,” Wynter replied politely, maintaining the modest demeanor of someone who wasn’t interested in the gossip surrounding her as “Dr. Miracle.”
Meanwhile, the little boy, Anthony, who had been quietly observing the entire scene, continued to watch with wide, innocent eyes, his face radiating sweetness.
It wasn’t until Wynter finished speaking with the others that she finally looked down at him. “Is your head still dizzy?” she asked softly.
Anthony shook his head, gazing up at her with gratitude. “Miss, thank you for saving me. If you hadn’t been here today, I might not have made it.”
His voice was as sweet as his appearance, his big eyes brimming with sincerity. He even bent his small body in a respectful bow.
“You’re called Anthony?” Wynter raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. “Where are your family members?”
“They’re all inside,” Anthony replied, pointing toward a large building behind him.
Wynter followed his gesture and looked at the imposing structure. Caesar Hotel wasn’t a place for ordinary folk—it was beyond the reach of most.
