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Desperate to regain control, N convinced herself that maybe he hadn’t heard her properly. So, she tried again, louder this time.
“Glenn, you know how rare the Healer’s attention is. People would kill for a chance at his treatment, and he turns everyone away. I was just lucky—he saw something in me. He called me talented, gave me the dietary supplement himself, and even intended to ept me as his disciple. That should tell you enough. I know what I’m doing. This woman here? She doesn’t care about Lamont’s life. No ethics, no skill. Just lies wrapped in pretty packaging.”
Every word dripped with superiority, each carefully chosen to paint herself as the savior and Elena as a reckless threat. In her mind, she was the prospective disciple of the great Healer—the woman who brought hope and healing. And Elena? Nothing more than a careless, empty fraud in disguise.
A sh of cold amusement passed through Elena’s gaze. Had she not been the one who created that dietary supplement, even she might have been fooled into thinking N was some noble savior.
The way N kept referring to the Healer like a distant, revered master only made Elena want tough out loud. If N truly believed that dietary supplement came from the Healer’s own hands, then she herself—Elena—was the very “Healer” N kept glorifying. And she was certainly not a man.
Elena’s voice broke the tension. “You keep talking about the Healer intending to take you in. Do you have anything to back that up?”
A flicker of doubt appeared on Glenn’s face. He realized, for the first time, that everything anyone knew about the Healer hade from N’s words alone.
Turning to N with narrowed eyes, Glenn asked, “Did the Healer leave you any proof?”
If N truly had the Healer’s trust, there would have been something tangible—like the Healer’s signature silver needles.
Unease crept across N’s face like a shadow, though she quickly covered it with practiced confidence. “Glenn, that dietary supplement’s worth hundreds of millions. Do you really think he’d hand it over to just anyone?”
Glenn paused to consider. It made sense. There was no way N could have gotten her hands on that dietary supplement by herself. If not through the Healer, then how?
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Across the room, N’s stare sharpened into a re, desperate to silence Elena before she said something damning. She moved fast, cutting off the conversation before it could spiral out of control. “Deputy Commander Aston needs absolute rest after taking the dietary supplement. Anyone not involved in his care should leave immediately. We can’t risk setbacks.”
As soon as she spoke, the crowd hurriedly cleared out of the ward.
A dryugh escaped Elena as she brushed off N’s desperate theatrics. There was no mistaking it—N was panicking, afraid that more questions might unravel the fragile lie she was clinging to. Elena had already issued her warning. If they valued the patient’s life, they would steer clear of the dietary supplement N was pushing. But if they chose not to listen, it wasn’t her responsibility to keep fighting them on it.
Without saying another word, Elena cast one final, pointed look at N before turning on her heel and heading toward the exit.
After consuming the dietary supplement, Lamont’s vitals finally stabilized.
The room buzzed with admiration for N. “Dr. Vance really saved the day! If not for that dietary supplement from the Healer, Lamont wouldn’t have made it.”
“That supplement’s nothing short of a miracle! Just a pinch of its powder dissolved in water worked like magic. Can you imagine the power of an entire pill? You’d probably be immune to every disease out there!”
“Dream on. Dr. Vance only got her hands on one because she’s the Healer’s disciple. The rest of us couldn’t afford it even if we saved for a hundred years.”
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