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Chapter 63: First Place in Medical Consultation
“Done.” Wynter stood up, her calm demeanor unwavering as she picked up her bag.
The patient, still sitting on the exam table, raised an eyebrow. “You’re done already? Doctor, you didn’t even ask me about any other symptoms, or whether I have underlying conditions besides the headache. You didn’t even look at my X-rays. Isn’t it a bit ridiculous to jump to conclusions without all the details?”
Wynter simply smiled lightly. “You’re fine, so I don’t need to ask further.”
Xavier, standing off to the side, grabbed her hand in a mix of concern and disbelief. “Miss, you only took five minutes! Let’s check on him again. Look at other groups—they checked the first patient for at least 20 minutes!”
“It doesn’t matter,” Wynter replied casually, her cool tone unfazed. With a deliberate motion, she pressed the confirmation doorbell, signaling the end of the consultation.
Outside the room, whispers and chuckles circulated among the other doctors as they continued to deliberate over their patients. Seeing the three of them exit so quickly only fueled their skepticism.
“They were out in no time! I bet they didn’t even discover the cause of the first patient’s illness!”
“You can tell from Xavier’s face,” another muttered. “I saw Abel bring a medical book, but what was the point? Hahaha, they didn’t even last ten minutes!”
Hilda and Nelson exchanged a glance, clearly satisfied with the way things were unfolding. Hilda, unable to hold back her smugness, leaned toward Howard and said, “Mr. Young Senior, why are you letting your grandson associate with people like this? It’ll do him no good.”
Howard, the elder of the Youngs, merely closed his eyes lazily and ignored her jab.
Meanwhile, Lydia set her teacup down gracefully and took the note the butler handed her. With a clear, confident voice, she announced, “Everyone has finished the consultation. I have the results. Dr. Gibson, please come here.”
Hilda stood up, her smile wide and eager. As she passed by Wynter, she shot her a condescending glance, savoring the moment.
Wynter, however, was nonchalant, casually typing a message on her phone. Xavier couldn’t understand her calmness. “Miss, why are you still playing with your phone? It’s over! We must be in last place!”
She glanced at him briefly, then shut off the screen with a playful smile. “Really?”
Xavier, his nerves getting the better of him, responded urgently, “Madam Gibson’s up!”
Abel pointed to the other side, where the Shepherds were standing. “And the Shepherds too.”
Hilda and Nelson stood beside Lydia, their postures radiating confidence. It was clear to everyone that the Gibsons and the Shepherds would be taking the top spots, and the room prepared to applaud.
But Lydia’s next words caused the entire room to pause. “The Gibsons and the Shepherds have equal medical skills. You two were particularly meticulous in asking about the disease. The first patient experienced damp heat, and the second had an internal condition. Both of you prescribed the right medical treatments. However, for the third patient, your prescriptions were inaccurate. So, you two are tied for second place.”
The declaration hit like a thunderclap. Second place? Hilda’s smile froze in place, and Nelson’s usually composed expression darkened. The rest of the room fell into stunned silence.
“If the Gibsons and the Shepherds are second, then who’s in first place?” someone ventured.
The room buzzed with guesses, but no one dared to speak out too loudly. “It must be Felix Young!” one doctor suggested, certain that the skilled Felix had claimed the top spot.
However, Lydia wasn’t in a rush to announce the first-place winner. Instead, she walked over to Wynter, her smile both warm and curious. “Ms. Quinnell, can you explain the medical prescription you wrote?”
The unfolded note was simple yet puzzling: Drink more warm water.
Laughter rippled through the room, and soon the entire crowd was in uproar.
“What kind of prescription is that?”
“That’s ridiculous!”
“What on earth did Margaret teach her? She’s embarrassed all of us here!”
The laughter turned into outright scorn, and Wynter became the focal point of their mockery.
Unfazed, she continued to chew her gum, looking as if the opinions of the crowd couldn’t bother her less.
Lydia, watching the spectacle unfold, felt an overwhelming sense of exasperation at the Southdale aristocratic families and their unwillingness to consider anything outside their own narrow view of medical practice. She shook her head, deciding to move past their childish comments. “Forget it,” she said, a touch of amusement in her voice. “I’ll announce the results now.”
The tension was thick in the air as everyone leaned forward, waiting for the final verdict.
