Chapter 87
But it was a clear attempt to lead everyone to suspect that Serena had ulterior motives for stopping Marcus Doyle.
Serena let out a soft scoff, not even sparing the agitated Isabella a glance.
She lifted her languid gaze, her eyes filled with mockery. “Is it that you can’t let me know, or that you don’t dare to p>
Serena paused, the corners of her crimson lips curling into a cold smirk. “For instance, you mentioned needing hundred-year-old wild ginseng, and the other two herbs. Aren’t all of these incredibly rare and precious p>
“But… while hundred-year-old ginseng is a powerful restorative, it primarily targets the heart and spleen. It has no effect on paralysis of the lower limbs caused by depleted energy and blood. In fact, it’s more likely to trigger internal imbalances and place a greater burden on the liver and kidneys p>
“As for the others p>
Serena went through all the herbs Marcus Doyle had mentioned, explaining their properties one by one.
Not only did she clearly state their effects, but she also detailed the potential consequences of using them on Old Mr. Lancaster.
Finally, she raised her eyes, her calm, emotionless gaze as cold as fractured ice, and stared directly at Marcus Doyle. “So, Dr. Marcus Doyle, could you please explain whether you intended to give my grandfather a massive restorative treatment that would send his system into shock and kill him, or if you actually planned to treat his legs p>
Marcus Doyle hadn’t expected Serena to actually know her stuff, let alone to so accurately describe the properties and effects of all the expensive herbs he had listed.
His hand trembled, and he nearly tore out his own beard.
His face flushed from white to beet red as he exploded in a fit of rage and embarrassment. “What… what do you know? What nonsense are you spouting? That’s all rubbish! I have my reasons for prescribing these herbs. How could a young brat like you possibly understand p>
“You’re only questioning me because my presence has disrupted your little plan to win favor p>
“I’ve been practicing medicine for fifty years and have saved countless lives! And you? If you’re so knowledgeable, then tell me, who was your teacher? Do you even have a medical license p>
He hurled accusations one after another, spit flying from his mouth, determined to
overwhelm Serena with sheer force of personality.
Serena, however, didn’t even flinch. She kept her eyes lowered, calmly tending to the long needles and specially-made medicinal oil on the table, asut she had already grown tired of this shoddy performance.
“You’re not worthy of knowing who my teacher is,” Serena said, her voice cool and detached, devoid of any emotion. “As for a medical license… of course I have one p>
She lifted her gaze slightly, and the long needle between her fingertips glinted coldly
in the sunlight. “But you’re not worthy of seeing it, either p>
Marcus Doyle’s face turned black. To be so openly belittled by a junior made him tremble with rage. “Ignorant child! The arrogance p>
“You think I’m arrogant? Then let me
ask
meridians
in the Compendium of Celestial Remedies, what does the tenth entry say about meridian blockages p>
you, in the chapteral
“In the ninth volume of the Ancient Codex of Vital Arts, what is the protocol for treating paralysis of the lower limbs p>
“And p>
Serena’s words were sharp and precise, each question she fired off showcasing her expertise.
Meanwhile, Marcus Doyle’s face went pale. A thick layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead as he took a step back.
He stammered, unable to answer for a long moment.