Chapter 90

Rowan was touched by Celeste’s kindness and kept praising her. He even took a moment to criticize Damien for being blind to such a gem of a person. Celeste couldn’t help but laugh, unable to stop herself from smiling.

Celeste arrived early at the clinic on the third day, only to find that Rowan had already arrived and was busy seeing patients. As Celeste changed into her white coat, a sharp voice suddenly cut through the air from the entrance.

“Everyone, do not come to this clinic for treatment! All the doctors here are quacks! Look at what they did to my son! An allergic reaction turned into shock because of their treatment!”

Seven or eight patients were waiting in line at that moment. Upon hearing the commotion, they turned their heads toward the door. Celeste and Rowan both looked up in unison. An elderly woman walked in with four others, carrying a middle-aged man.

Celeste instantly recognized him as the same patient who had had the allergic reaction on opening day. If she wasn’t mistaken, she recalled his name was Zander Ford.

Before Celeste could speak, Rowan stepped forward, trying to defuse the situation. “Madam, please don’t make baseless accusations. We are all highly trained, professional practitioners of traditional medicine. How could we be quacks?”

“Well, look at my son! He came in here to have his rash looked at, took your medicine for three days, and then passed out! I only have one son. What am I supposed to do if something happens to him?”

The elderly woman, whose name was Betsy Jones, wore a black outfit that accentuated her frail, petite frame. Her eyes darted around in a way that made Celeste frown slightly. The theatrical nature of her behavior was almost too exaggerated. As the men set Zander down, they shot angry glares at Celeste and Rowan.

Celeste quickly crouched to examine Zander’s condition. She found that his allergy was severe, much worse than it had been when he had come in for a check-up on the first day.

“He hasn’t fainted. He’s in shock,” Celeste said solemnly, her eyes locking onto Betsy. “Did he fail to follow the medical instructions and eat something like seafood? Didn’t I specifically tell him not to eat those things?”

“My son hasn’t eaten seafood for the past few days, and his diet has been very light. The only things he’s had are the congee I made and the medicine you gave him! It has to be your medicine that caused this!” Betsy was adamant, her gaze full of malice.

Rowan quickly responded, “This is obviously due to eating seafood!”

“I’ve already told you it’s not that! You’re all quacks! You refuse to listen to me! I’m calling the police! I’m going to sue you!” Betsy started throwing a tantrum, cursing loudly as she reached for her phone.

“Goodness! Could it be that their medical skills really are inadequate?”

“But I thought the medicine they prescribed was fine. I’ve taken it a few times with no problem.”

“Could it be that the reaction just hasn’t shown up yet?”

“Don’t say that! My heart can’t take it.”

The murmurs of the other patients suddenly filled Celeste’s ears. As she lifted her gaze, she inadvertently locked eyes with someone familiar. It was Matilda. She stood among the crowd, watching the scene unfold.

Celeste’s expression hardened. “The patient’s condition is critical and requires immediate treatment. If we don’t act now, staying in shock could lead to life-threatening consequences!”