Chapter 3 A Quack

• "Hey, I tried calling your family on your phone, but unfortunately, there was no response. You still have some hefty medical bills to pay. You might want to contact them," the nurse casually informed Felix.
• Felix couldn't help but smirk inwardly, thinking, They probably wish I'd disappear. Why bother footing the bill?
• He couldn't shake off the suspicion that Charlotte and Nolan might have had a hand in yesterday's accident.
• "Your recovery is pretty impressive. Yesterday, you were banged up pretty bad, but today, it's like you've bounced back overnight," the nurse remarked, eyeing Felix with curiosity.
• Recalling the surgery she had assisted with, Felix had been a mess with multiple fractures and internal injuries. It baffled her to see him looking so much better so soon.
• The nurse admitted inwardly, If you hadn't woken up, I might have been tempted to conduct a closer examination.
• Felix let out a small laugh, brushing off her remark. "Maybe I'm just a fast healer."
• He knew his rapid recovery was solely thanks to the inheritance from the Spectral Citadel. Ever since obtaining it, his body had undergone remarkable changes. He could recover from severe injuries in a fraction of the usual time, but he kept this fact to himself, knowing it would sound unbelievable to others.
• "That could be it," the nurse conceded, choosing not to delve deeper. After all, working in a hospital, she'd seen her fair share of strange recoveries and miraculous turnarounds.
• "Could you show me where to find Miss McCoy? I want to thank her," Felix asked politely.
• "Miss McCoy, as well as Old Mr. McCoy are in the next ward. You can head over there," the nurse replied.
• "Thanks a lot!" Felix expressed his appreciation with a nod before going to the adjacent ward.
• As he approached, Felix saw about a dozen people gathered inside. On the bed lay an old man with white hair and sunken eyes, appearing frail. Meanwhile, a young doctor sporting gold-rimmed glasses and a branded watch was conducting a thorough examination on the old man.After a tense few minutes later, he concluded his examination.
• "How's my grandpa doing, Brayden?" A woman, elegantly dressed in a sharply tailored black suit, asked anxiously. Her attire highlighted her long legs and beautiful face as she fixed her gaze on the doctor, Brayden Hamilton.
• It was Emily, the woman who had rescued Felix.
• Brayden shook his head solemnly. "I'm sorry, Emily. Your grandfather's condition has worsened. His organs are failing, and there's little I can do."
• "He may only have three days left. Prepare yourselves," Brayden concluded, his words casting a heavy weight over the room.
• Emily's complexion went pale, tears silently trailing down her cheeks.
• "Hmph, incompetent quack!" Suddenly, a disdainful voice disrupted the somber atmosphere. Everyone turned to see Felix standing in the doorway.
• "You brat, who are you calling a quack?" Brayden snapped, his tone sharp with displeasure.
• Brayden was young, but he had unparalleled medical skills. He came from a long line of traditional medicine practitioners, and his grandfather, Vincent Hamilton, was a well-known expert in Veridiania.
• In addition, Brayden's father held a prestigious position as the vice chairman of the Traditional Medicine Association, while his mother served as the dean of the major hospital in Claudan.
• From a young age, Brayden apprenticed with his grandfather and father, soaking up their knowledge. He entered medical school at fifteen with stellar grades and pursued further studies abroad for three years after graduation.
• Back in Veridiania, Brayden faced numerous challenging medical cases, earning him invitations to advise major hospitals. He even became the youngest vice chairman in the history of the Medical Association of Veridiania.
• Despite his accomplishments, being called an incompetent quack by a delivery rider like Felix was a sharp blow to Brayden's pride.
• Felix didn't back down, retorting, "I'm talking about you. This old man has at least three more years to live, yet you've given him a death sentence. If that's not quackery, then what is?"