On the way back to Harmony Medical Centre, Clive practically glowed with excitement, as if he'd won the lottery. His pride was palpable. The senior physicians exchanged curious glances, wondering what had transpired at the estate to elicit such joy.

Soon, Clive recounted the events, and the room erupted in astonishment. "The Five Elements Acupuncture? Mr. Walsh Senior, you can't be serious!" exclaimed one. "Impossible! That technique has been lost for ages! The book documenting it was destroyed long ago!" another added. "Exactly! You must have been mistaken!"

Clive retorted, "I was not mistaken! The Five Elements Acupuncture—its purpose is to draw out poison! I'm not senile; I know what I saw! I have sharp eyes, and I witnessed it myself!" Their skepticism waned. Eyes full of curiosity, doubt, and even disdain turned toward Felicia.

Felicia remained unfazed, calmly proposing that she be allowed to use her name for house calls at the clinic. While her studies were her priority, she wanted to practice her skills and share the fees—a 50/50 split. Clive, after a moment's thought, offered a 70/30 split in her favor. "You get 70%, and the medical center takes 30%. But you must promise to spend one day a week at my home, studying the texts in my library. You're welcome to explore as you wish!"

The Walsh family's medical knowledge, passed down through generations, resided in a library containing invaluable texts and records. However, these resources were typically only accessible to the next generation of the Walsh family.

Clive's words hit like a bombshell. The senior physicians gasped, gazing at Felicia with skepticism and doubt. They had spent years mastering their craft, longing to study under Clive, yet here was a newcomer, thrust into a privileged position simply because she was his granddaughter. Despite their simmering resentment, no one voiced their displeasure.

Felicia, unconcerned by their jealousy, casually agreed. It was, after all, just reading more books—which would certainly benefit her.

By 5:30 pm, the group returned to the medical center. Clive planned to send Felicia home, but she declined. "I'll take a stroll before heading back." "Alright, it's good for a young lady to stroll and buy things she likes," he replied.

As Clive left for a meeting, he reminded her, "Don't stay out too late. There's news about a gang of international fugitives in Khogend—dangerous folks! Stay safe!" "Don't worry, Grandpa," she replied.

With a gentle smile, she watched him go before heading to the back of the medical center, where herbs were processed. In a corner lay a pile of discarded materials—treasures to Felicia. She could create defensive toxins from them—at no cost, and possibly even at a profit!

Exiting the medical center, the familiar sensation of being watched returned. Raising an eyebrow, she tucked herbs and a small folding knife into her pocket. The streets bustled; she intentionally moved toward a quieter area.

Not far off, Lance and his gang hid in the shadows, sneering as Felicia entered the secluded part of town. "After waiting all day, our chance has finally come! Let's go!"

As Felicia navigated a third alley, a van pulled up. Two burly men jumped out, grabbing her and pulling her inside.