Chapter 24
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Their eyes met. Neither of them averted.
Wynter, especially, stared at Dalton blatantly.
Given her obsession with good looks, Wynter knew plenty of handsome men, but none could compare
to Dalton.
That sickly pale face was perfectly adorned with a pair of bottomless eyes, giving off a natural chill.
There was a rare, bookish air about Dalton, noble yet frail.
Amidst the hustle and bustle, he remained tranquil. With his ethereal aura, Dalton was akin to a young
scion from an ancient aristocratic family.
The plump Ryan immediately went over to talk to Dalton excitedly.
Across the soundproof glass, Wynter couldn’t hear their dialogue. She raised her eyebrows.
The next moment, Dalton glanced toward her again.
Shrouded in dim light, his facial features appeared vague yet enchanting.
“Dr. Genius?” Dalton’s voice was cold.
Ryan continued enthusiastically, almost flatteringly, “Yes! I found her in the community square.
Although she’s young, her medical skills are amazing. Mr. Quinnell’s fever cooled down in ten minutes!”
When Dalton was about to ask further, Wynter emerged from the ward.
While walking, Wynter instructed Sergio beside her, “Monitor the patient’s temperature these two days.
He doesn’t need antibiotics. Give him more nebulization. I’ll write you the prescription later. I’ll come
over for the treatment at the same time tomorrow.”
As the most talented doctor among the young Lopezes, Sergio only found himself being the mediocre
one. He had never admired anyone so much, nor had he ever been so excited, even when he had won
an award abroad.
Sergio looked at Wynter with sparkling eyes. “Noted, Dr. Genius. Can you teach me the acupuncture
technique?”
Also interested in it, other doctors quietly gathered around, though without high hopes for the genius
doctor to pass on this exclusive skill to outsiders.
To their surprise, Wynter nodded and said calmly, “Sure. You all take notes. I won’t’repeat it.
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I’ll highlight the key points, and you can study yourselves.”
She seemed used to teaching others, not just once, nor just one person. The doctors could picture a
large group of students listening to her lectures.
But she was apparently just a young lady. What was with this demeanor of a wise, old doctor? Could
there be a century–old soul in her body? Otherwise, how could her behavior be explained?
Outside the crowd, Dalton nonchalantly watched the scene with rare enthusiasm in his eyes.
Victor nervously approached Dalton to explain the situation while wiping the cold sweat off his forehead
with a handkerchief.
Dalton put one hand in his trousers pocket and raised the finger of the other hand to his l*ps. His voice
was low and pleasant. “Don’t disturb me listening to the lesson.”
Victor was rendered speechless.
As the majestic overlord of Sorzada City, Dalton controlled the wealth of countless prominent families.
The entire business industry in Southdale was in his grasp. Why on earth would such a rich and
powerful figure listen to acupuncture lessons?
Meanwhile, Wynter paused before giving the lecture. “We need a human subject.”
A human subject? Before Victor could react, Wynter’s eyes fell on the scion of the Yarwoods next to
him!