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    A crooked grin tugged at the real Levi’s lips. Sure, the fake looked somewhat convincing from a distance, but that nose was all wrong—his own was sharp and unmistakable, while the imitation’s was disappointingly t.


    A shiver crawled up the fake Levi’s spine as he caught the real Levi’s stare. A bad feeling crept in, as if something was about to go terribly wrong.


    Nobody else noticed the unspoken duel between the fake Levis and the real one. Every eye in the room was fixed on the fake Milena, who stood poised to perform a miraculous life-saving feat.


    The fake Milena bent over Jarvis, masking his rising panic with an air of confidence. He had long realized he waspletely out of his depth.


    His own medical skills were nowhere near enough to save Jarvis. But admitting defeat would shatter his lies—he couldn’t let that happen.


    The fake Milena nced at the fake Levi, expression loaded with urgency. “Hand me my VoxSalutis and the Golden Needle,” he instructed smoothly.


    Jolted out of his anxious reverie, the fake Levi fumbled with the medicine box, digging through its contents with trembling hands.


    The crowd buzzed with anticipation. Finally, the legendary doctor was about to unveil his famed medical techniques. They were lucky, thrilled even, to witness Milena apply the mythical VoxSalutis and the Golden Needle in action.


    Meanwhile, Elliana merely folded her arms and watched, a small smirk curving her lips. She was genuinely curious to see just how far this counterfeit would go with his imitation of her exclusive instruments and signature techniques.


    The fake Milena and the fake Levi shared a tacit understanding. With just a nce from the fake Milena, the fake Levi knew that Jarvis’s illness was beyond the fake Milena’s ability to treat.


    The fake Levi gave a show of digging through the supplies. Momentster, he turned to the fake Milena with measured regret. “Dr. Atkinson, I owe you an apology. This morning, I left both your VoxSalutis and your Golden Needle behind.”


    “Seriously? How could you leave behind something so important?” the fake Milena said, drawing in a sharp breath as his eyes narrowed, every bit of his facade convincingly furious.


    The fake Levi’s hands trembled as he yed along, stumbling over his words. “I—I take full responsibility, Dr. Atkinson. I should have checked everything twice.”


    The fake Milena doubled down on his acting, his lips pressed together in mock disappointment. “After all these years, I expected better from you. What do you suggest we do now that you’ve left the essentials?”


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    Foley, who had clung to a glimmer of hope, felt his confidence slip away. “Dr. Atkinson, where did you leave your VoxSalutis and Golden Needle? Can I send someone to fetch them now? Maybe there’s still time?”


    The fake Milena’s voice fell to a heavy sigh as he shook his head. “That won’t help. Jarvis needs treatment right away, and any dy would be fatal. By the time anyone returns with my tools, it’ll be toote.”


    The color drained from Foley’s face as despair set in. Disappointment swept through the onlookers. They had wanted to see Milena’s famous expertise in action, but that chance slipped away due to his assistant’s blunder. Most importantly, it seemed there was no way to save Jarvis. Soft murmurs of sympathy echoed around the room. “Mr. Fairclough, our condolences. We’re truly sorry.”


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