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Chapter 64: Young Lady, You’re Interesting
“Empathy Clinic!”
Lydia’s voice rang out clearly, and with those two words, the entire hall fell into stunned silence. The room seemed to freeze, every pair of eyes wide with disbelief.
“First place belongs to Empathy Clinic? How could this be possible?” The shock was palpable, and the murmurs began to ripple through the crowd.
Nelson’s expression darkened instantly, while Hilda’s hands shook as she snatched the note from Lydia’s hand. She stared at it in disbelief—First place: Empathy Clinic. The words seemed like an impossible joke.
Yvette’s confident smile faltered, her thoughts swirling in confusion. How could it be that Wynter, of all people, was so skilled in medicine? The question echoed in everyone’s minds as they shifted their attention to Wynter, Abel, and Xavier.
For Xavier, this was the first time he had ever been the center of attention in a medical setting. He stopped yawning mid-stretch, his tiredness replaced by a stunned, wide-eyed expression. Abel, too, was in a daze. Could it really be? Had they actually won first place?
But Wynter remained calm, the serene expression on her face betraying none of the shock the others were feeling.
Hilda, unable to accept losing to an unknown girl in front of so many people, clenched the note in her hand. She had to regain control, and fast.
“Although I shouldn’t ask, I’m curious,” Hilda said, her voice laced with an edge of challenge. “I wonder what judging criteria the Yarwoods have used to rank the three of them as first place.”
As if prompted by her words, others began voicing their doubts.
“Yeah, how could the three of them possibly be number one?”
“Xavier’s at the bottom of the test results every year! And Abel? He’s a total loser! How could they get first place?”
Lydia raised an eyebrow, clearly unbothered by the growing tension. “It seems that you don’t believe the Yarwoods.”
“We trust the Yarwoods, of course,” Nelson said quickly, trying to save face. But his eyes narrowed as they fell on Wynter. “But no matter how good the competition is, she may have found a loophole. Let’s have her explain her diagnosis. We’ll see who really deserves to be ranked first.”
“That’s right!” George echoed loudly, his voice a bit too eager.
Howard, ever the calm presence, disapproved of the growing animosity. “Nelson, don’t be a sore loser.”
But Nelson wasn’t backing down. “I have every right to question her,” he insisted. He waved the medical prescription issued by Empathy Clinic in front of everyone. “Drink more warm water? Does this even count as treatment?”
At once, a fresh wave of questioning swept through the room. The others began to murmur again, their skepticism growing.
Nelson then turned to Xavier, his voice dripping with condescension. “Tell me, what were you thinking when you helped write this prescription?”
Xavier’s mouth opened, but no words came out. What? I didn’t prescribe it!
Nelson sneered, sensing his advantage. “You don’t know anything, do you?”
Before anyone could react further, Wynter spoke, her voice smooth and unwavering. “He knows nothing because I wrote the medical prescription, and Abel wrote the medical diagnosis form.”
Abel froze in shock. She did what?
“Miss…” He started to say something, but Wynter gently pushed him back, her smile barely there.
“Abel, as our team leader, is experienced in medical practice,” Wynter continued. “Within two minutes, he figured out that the third patient was actually pretending to be ill.”
The room fell dead silent, the air thick with disbelief. Pretending to be ill?
One voice in the crowd broke through the shock. “That’s impossible! His body temperature was high, and there was something wrong with his tongue!”
Wynter’s calm voice cut through the chaos. “There are ways to fake a body temperature, such as preparing hot water and holding the thermometer in it,” she explained slowly.
She turned to look at Abel. “Am I right, Dr. Lopez?”
Abel, still processing everything, slowly nodded. “Yes…” His voice was faint, like he was still coming to terms with what was happening.
Wynter smiled slightly. “The patient deliberately concealed his identity, and he did a good job with the medical case’s details. I wouldn’t have noticed it if Dr. Lopez hadn’t reminded me.”
Xavier blinked, still processing. “Did you remind her?” he whispered to Abel.
Abel shrugged, still confused. “Did you see me remind her? You were there too…”
Wynter’s calm explanation continued to dominate the room. “Empathy Clinic won first place because Dr. Lopez was bold and careful during the diagnosis.”
Abel’s eyes went wide. What?
The whispers started to spread, but just then, the curtain to the consultation room slid open. Leaning heavily on his dragon cane, Theo entered with a booming voice that caught everyone off guard.
“Hahaha! Young lady, you’re so interesting!”
The entire room fell into stunned silence once again, all eyes on the newly arrived figure. His words seemed to ripple through the room, leaving an undercurrent of shock and fascination.
Wynter’s calmness only grew, her posture poised. But it was clear: the game had just changed.
