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    “The big hospitals in the always look down on us—say we only know how to keep people breathing, not actually treat them. Bet they’d lose their minds if they found out the Healer’s disciple works here.” All eyesnded on N, their expressions full of admiration, as if she were a once-in-a-lifetime prodigy.


    Inside, N soaked in their praise like sunlight, though she kept her voice sweet and humble. “I just happened to be chosen by the Healer. I’m not as amazing as you all say.”


    Her humility only elevated her in their eyes.


    “So down-to-earth. Not cocky, not vain—exactly what you’d expect from someone trained by the Healer.”


    “Most folks would boast about just shaking the Healer’s hand. But Dr. Vance? She’s the real deal and still keeps it quiet. That kind of humility is rare.”


    “Don’t sell yourself short, Dr. Vance. Bing the Healer’s disciple isn’t something just anyone can pull off. You’re the gem of this hospital—we’re all proud to have you here!”


    Standing tall with perfect posture, N wore a soft, modest smile, thoroughly enjoying the praise.


    Catching snippets of thepliments directed at N while heading toward the exit, Elena didn’t bother exposing N’s lies. Lamont might have looked stable, but the toxin had already seeped deep into his system. N had been miserly, shaving off only the smallest bit of Pill B—but in a twist of fate, that very stinginess ended up sparing him. If she had given him the full pill, Lamont would have dropped dead the moment it hit his bloodstream. But the dosage was minimal, making the situation…


    The situation seemed temporarily stable. In three days, the poison would hit with full force. And when it did, how would N, this fake disciple, talk her way out of it?


    Charlette folded her arms and clicked her tongue. “Tsk. That woman’s really the Healer’s disciple?”


    Elena’s lips curled. “You tell me.”


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    There stood N, a fraud wrapped in praise, while everyone else lined up to worship her.


    Wesley’s eyes narrowed, shadowed by doubt. He had a dietary supplement too—given to him by Elena. She had imed she made it herself. But he hadn’t missed it—N’s dietary supplement didn’t match Elena’s at all. Someone who could craft supplements and tell Pill A apart from Pill B… Who exactly was Elena? The question wed at him. Aside from her being the famous Healer, nothing else added up.


    With a confident stride and a glow of self-importance, N approached Wesley. “Mr. Spencer,” she purred, “care to join me for dinnerter?”


    She practically oozed confidence. After the recent dramatic disy, she was sure he wouldn’t turn her down. Countless people had pleaded for a seat at her table, only to be turned away. But now, she was the one extending the invite to him—a rare honor.


    Unaware of her internal monologue, Wesley coldly rejected her. “Get lost.”


    The smile on N’s face copsed. What was wrong with him? Why wouldn’t he fall for her? She had just unted her title as the Healer’s disciple—and he still rejected her!


    N’s jaw clenched, her eyes darting to Elena’s back with fury. It was that woman’s fault! Who knew what shady tactics Elena had used to hook Wesley, making him blind to her brilliance? If it weren’t for that woman, Wesley would have already been hers.


    After leaving the Base Medical Center, Kason brought the group to the researchers’ living quarters. He had arranged a separate building for their stay.


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