Dr. Shaun charged forward, taking the lead. Without a word, he yanked the gold needles from old Leonardo’s body one by one. The needles hit the floor with sharp metallic clinks. Adam frowned. Deep lines cut his forehead. “Can’t you see I was saving him?” he said coldly. “He will wake up any moment now.” Dr. Shaun snnered, his eyes brimmed with contempt as he snapped, “Nonsense! You insolent brute! How dare you claim you were saving him?"“Wake up?” He mocked coldly. “Who do you think you are? God?” Just then, a middle-aged man next to Dr Shaun saw Olivia, surprise flickering across his face.“Look who’s here,” he said, his tone dripped with mockery, “Isn’t this Olivia Vatican, the CEO of Vatican Pharmaceutical?”“Don’t tell me this filthy nobody is the ‘doctor’ you brought?” he said, letting out a sneer.The man speaking was none other than Marco Johnson, the CEO of Johnson Pharmaceutique, Vatican Pharmaceutical’s sworn rival, and Erik’s older brother.Olivia folded her arm

The words hit like a thunderclap.Every head in the room snapped toward Adam.Their gazes were filled with disbelief, disdain, as if they were staring at a clown desperate for attention.Dr. Shaun’s diagnosis had already been personally acknowledged by Lord Clinton himself.And yet this lowborn piece of trash actually dared to contradict him?Erik was the first to explode.“What the hell are you?” he roared.“You think you know better than the greatest doctor in this entire region?”Clinton’s expression also darkened in an instant.His gray eyes turned cold as stone, but he remained silent.Dr. Shaun noticed it immediately.With a slow, deliberate flick of his sleeves, he turned toward Adam. A cold snort escaped him, his lips curling into a mocking smile.“Oh?” he said coolly. “So you’re that confident?”“Are you saying my diagnosis is wrong?” His eyes narrowed. “That you—of all people—can cure Lord Leonardo?”“Yes,” Adam replied, his tone perfectly calm.The word landed like a slap