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    The impressive disy of her exceptional medical skills should have made it clear that she was no ordinary person, yet he continued to speak nonsense.


    Phil regarded Ferris with a touch of pity, thinking that the vice presidency should belong to someone more capable.


    “She didn’t demean me. I shouldn’t have made that request. I’m not retired yet, and are you challenging me?” Ferris’s face froze in response.


    He had been eyeing Phil’s position for a long time.


    When it came to skill, no one in the hospital could match him, but in terms of seniority, he was at a disadvantage.


    Had Phil endorsed him before retiring, that role would have been his.


    Ferris was reluctant to offend Phil.


    After weighing his options, he chose to back down for the moment and end the argument.


    Phil asked, “Ferris, is your throat hurting? Why haven’t you apologized?”


    Ferris refused to offer any apology to Elena.


    Folding his arms and maintaining an aloof stance, he said, “I’ll only apologize if Mrs. Harper wakes up. I won’t apologize to a murderer!”


    Ferris’s single word, “murderer,” sparked an instant, dramatic transformation across every face in the room.


    In the midst of the heavy silence, a youthful voice managed to break through.


    “Who is the murderer?”


    Just as Javier and Elyse entered the house, they overheard Ferris’s words.


    With a crowd obstructing the doorway, Javier asked, “What’s this talk of a murderer? Why is everyone crowded around my grandmother’s room? Is she safe?”


    Ferris retorted sharply, “Who else but the supposed miracle worker trying to steal the spotlight? You may not be aware, Mr. Harper, but she was administering acupuncture to your grandmother just now.” His mention of “miracle worker” dripped with sarcasm.


    Might as well say pigs could fly if Elena had real medical skills.


    Ferris said, “If Mrs. Harper wakes up, I’ll not only apologize but kneel and beg her to be my teacher.”


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    After seeing Ferris in such a frantic state, Elena responded casually, “Unfortunately, I have no need for an apprentice whocks intelligence.”


    “You!”


    Anger twisted Ferris’s face, and he almost lost hisposure, nearly lunging at her if not for thest bit of self-control he managed to hold onto.


    Elyse, having overheard the exchange, pieced everything together.


    Worry crept into her voice as she asked, “Is Grandma sick? How is she now? Elena, you’re not a trained doctor; with qualified professionals around, your insistence on helping might actually worsen things, even if your intentions are good.”


    Elyse was preupied with finding a way to criticize Elena.


    She hadn’t anticipated Elena to walk right into it!


    Her audacity to interfere with Bertha’s treatment was unimaginable!


    Could she truly believe she was superior to them all?


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