Chapter 240

Mikel thumbed through a book aggressively.

“Mr. Kennedy, Cameron wouldn’t deceive me. Please, let him try,” Tara implored, taking a deep breath to calm herself.

At that moment, she trusted Cameron more than Mikel.

Mikel’s face darkened at her words. He couldn’t fathom what spell this young man had cast on Tara. This was especially galling, as he, the hospital’s senior director, was on the verge of winning his dream woman. He wouldn’t let Cameron ruin his plans.

He challenged Cameron, saying, “You claim to be a doctor, right? Then show me your medical license.”

“I don’t have one,” Cameron responded calmly.

Mikel scoffed. “You don’t have a license? And yet you dare impersonate a doctor!”

He turned to Tara with a smug look. “Dr. Smith, now you see who’s deceiving you.”

Tara frowned, growing impatient. Her grandfather was at stake, and letting Cameron assess the situation posed no harm. To her, another pair of hands meant more hope.

But before Tara could speak, Cameron calmly interjected, “Mr. Kennedy, since the illness isn’t affecting you or your relatives, you don’t feel any urgency, do you?”

“What are you talking about!” Mikel’s face flushed with anger.

Tara’s eyes flickered. Cameron’s words resonated with her.

Cameron continued, “I wonder why we’re fussing over certificates when lives are at stake. Many masters of traditional medicine lack medical licenses, yet they’ve resolved many complex cases. Are you saying they’re unqualified?”

He continued, “Mr. Kennedy, your recent speech has revealed concerning signs. Your tongue has a thick, white coating, and your eyes appear bloodshot. These indicate kidney deficiency and liver fire. It seems you’ve been having trouble sleeping, haunted by restless dreams. Do you often find your mind occupied with…unpleasant thoughts? Oh, and you have hemorrhoids…”

The room fell silent. Mikel’s face burned with anger; Cameron had accurately diagnosed him.

Tara asked curiously, “Cameron, how do you know he has hemorrhoids?” (It was no secret to her that Mikel did.)

Cameron replied, “Traditional medicine emphasizes inspection, listening, inquiry, and pulse-taking. I deduced these from his appearance.”

He felt that explaining the complexities of traditional medicine would be complicated. While seemingly straightforward, mastering it required extensive practice, experience, and innate talent.

“You’re really something,” Tara said, her gaze lingering on Cameron.

Mikel tried to dismiss it. “This kid just got lucky. My hemorrhoids aren’t a secret. Maybe he did some digging beforehand.” He lowered his voice, embarrassed.

“So, what about the kidney deficiency and liver fire he mentioned? Are those false?” Tara asked, her brow furrowed. She was increasingly skeptical of Mikel’s character and his earlier statements. (The promotional sentence was removed.)