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    She cast an adoring look at the imposter and continued, “Everyone knows Dr. Atkinson’s VoxSalutis and Golden Needle have worked miracles before. Today, we’re about to see another one.”


    Muttering a curse at Trinity’s cluelessness, the imposter forced a smile onto his face. He straightened, reined in his features, and strode over to the bedside, arm stretching out to take Jarvis’s pulse. He froze mid-gesture. Elliana was already there, her hand poised on Jarvis’s wrist, her touch light but assured.


    The imposter shot her a sharp look as he queried, “You know anything about medicine?”


    Elliana replied with a chill, faintly amused smile, “I know a little. Just the basics.”


    “The basics?” The imposter scoffed, his voice pitched for the crowd. “This isn’t a ssroom. If even the experts are stumped, thest thing we need is some amateur making things worse.”


    “Exactly! She’s just desperate for attention!” Trinity’s followers immediately jumped in, loud and eager to suck up to her. Snideughter rippled through them, emboldened by Elliana’s recent divorce. No longer Cole’s wife, Elliana was an easy target now.


    Bonnie curled her lip in scorn. “Elliana, this isn’t one of your cheap melodramas. The boy’s life is at stake. If you get in the way and something happens, will you take responsibility for his death?”


    Norwood chimed in, his tone dripping with disdain, “Trinity is a genius handpicked by Dr. Atkinson. Even she wouldn’t act rashly here. The nerve of you messing with a human life just to show off!”


    Joslyn joined in, lips curling with amusement. “Let’s be honest, Elliana, everyone knows you can’t stand Trinity outshining you. But this isn’t your stage for petty rivalries—a boy’s life is hanging by a thread.”


    Panic twisting his features, Foley bellowed, “Stay away from my son! Don’t you dare touch him!”


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    A shadow of triumph danced across Trinity’s face, only to vanish as she donned a mask of gentle concern. With a practiced air of graciousness, she stepped forward.


    “Elliana, I know you’re eager to prove yourself, but this situation is far tooplex for you. Please, let Dr. Atkinson take over.”


    Sensing his moment, Murray turned on the principal of Ublento Medical University with a pointed re.


    “Principal Stevenson, this is exactly what happens when you admit students based purely on test scores, ignoring integrity and basic judgment. Is this really the kind of student Ublento Medical University wants? We’ll be aughingstock.”


    Wilbur Stevenson, who had once proudly championed Elliana’s admission, felt heat rising to his cheeks as Murray’s words sank in. He regarded


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