Thea hurried. The transfer was soon completed. The deceased's family, satisfied, carried the stretcher away from Eternality Hospital.

James was equally swift. With his unparalleled medical knowledge and impressive oratory skills, he quickly convinced the gathering troublemakers. "Alright now, get going. There's nothing to see here," he said, waving them away.

Eternality Hospital, one of the largest on Medical Street, had attracted a sizable crowd, including several distinguished doctors from neighboring hospitals and clinics.

Suddenly, a voice boomed, "Hold it"

James turned to see a fifty-year-old doctor in a white suit approaching. He frowned. "Is there a problem?"

"This is Medical Street," the doctor said, "where clinics and hospitals rely on genuine ability, not publicity stunts. Eternality Hospital has gone too far. What if everyone follows suit? What will happen to our standards?"

"Oh?" James squinted. "Are you saying this was a publicity stunt?"

"What? Am I wrong?" the doctor retorted. "Isn't it obvious? First, you damaged Eternality Hospital's reputation, then you 'solved' the problem, showcasing your skills for all to see! Hmph!" He spat. "Diagnosis is based on observation and the patient's constitution. Even if you're staging a performance, at least do it well. How could you know what someone ate days ago just by taking their pulse? Are you taking us for fools?"

The crowd was stunned. "So, it was a publicity stunt," someone murmured. Others echoed, "I told you there's no way a doctor could do that, not even Dr. Fallon!" Accusations of shamelessness and underhanded tactics flew.

The onlookers criticized Eternality Hospital harshly.

Gladys, unable to bear it any longer, stepped forward. "James is the real deal," she declared, pulling Thea forward. "This is my daughter. She was the ugliest woman in Cansington. James treated her scars. Look at her—isn't her skin smooth? Could anyone else do this? Do we even need a publicity stunt?"

The crowd, remembering Thea's previous appearance, nodded in agreement. The transformation was extraordinary; not even Dr. Fallon could remove scars so quickly.

James stepped forward, smiling. "What a keen observation. Yes, it was a publicity stunt to gain recognition. We didn't expect our colleagues to see through it. Sir, you're the true Asclepius. I'm impressed."

Gladys rebuked him, "James, what are you doing?" Howard added, "It wasn't a publicity stunt!"

James glared at them, whispering, "If not, are we admitting our medicine was flawed?"

Gladys and Howard fell silent.

James announced, "Haha, happy Mid-Autumn Festival, everyone. We apologize for our poor performance. The doctor is right; our tactics were unacceptable. Eternality Hospital will close temporarily for reorganization. We promise fair competition in the future. Now, please go." He smiled and waved, then pulled Thea and the others into the hospital.

"So, it was a publicity stunt after all."

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