Chapter 110
Chapter 110:
Evita narrowed her eyes. “What kind of bet p>
“Let’s see who can reach the correct diagnosis first,” said Rylie, tapping her fingers lightly on the edge of the table.
Evita let out a laugh. “Really? Do you even know who you’re talking to, girl p>
“Of course,” said Rylie. She tilted her head slightly, a smile softening her words, but there was nothing gentle behind it. “I’m talking to a liar who’s about to get completely exposed and humiliated p>
Gasps and murmurs rippled through the crowd.
Rylie turned to Leland. “Want to team up with me p>
Leland met her eyes. They were steady and calm, like stars blinking gently above the ocean.
His throat moved as he swallowed, then he gave a nod. “Okay p>
Evita clenched her fists, ready to explode, when a sharp voice sliced through the air. “Begin the diagnosis.” It was Brad.
No one had seen him walk in, but there he stood on the second-floor landing, his arms crossed as he looked down with mild amusement.
“Remember,” he said, pausing for a beat as his eyes flicked toward Rylie. “I expect the best result p>
Evita threw Rylie one last glare before turning on her heel and walking away. Marsha hurried after her but still managed to toss one last insult. “Just you wait, you shameless liar p>
Rylie dusted off her sleeves without looking back.
The air in the hall tightened. Everyone sensed that this showdown had barely begun.
Evita stepped forward, eager to show off the Wilde name. Though Aetheris Pharmacy and Healing Hand had boxed her in, she had clawed her way into Crolens. Now, she wanted to silence that arrogant Rylie once and for all.
People slowly emerged from the examination rooms arranged by the Morgans. Some shook their heads in defeat, others wore the grim faces of doubt.
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Only Evita came out smiling, walking with light steps and feigned warmth. “We’re clear on the symptoms for the first two patients. But this last one — I can’t pin it down p>
“I don’t get it either. It looks like heatstroke. But Mr. Morgan said the three patients had the same signs as his. Surely, it shouldn’t be as simple as heatstroke p>
“And he noted coughing and numb limbs. That hints at a neurological problem, and the medical report shows a shadow. But I still can’t figure out what it means p>
Someone let out a quiet sigh.
Rylie stepped forward. Marsha halted beside Leland and scoffed, “Working with a fraud will only make your defeat worse p>
Leland clenched his jaw. Since boyhood, he’d been hailed as a genius. Still, being mocked in public by a woman chipped away at his composure. He had held back long enough.
“If Rylie’s a fraud, what does that make you p>
Marsha blinked, taken off guard. “You’re comparing me to her p>