"Who exactly are you trying to fool with that calm expression?" Adrian's face twisted with resentment as he pointed furiously at Veyron."You actually dare pretend you know how to save people?"After Chairman Prescott's condition had worsened under his hands, his emotions had completely spiraled out of control. He desperately needed someone else to blame.Veyron slowly raised his eyes. His gaze was so cold that Adrian instinctively stiffened for a split second."Your incompetence..." His voice was calm yet icy. "...has nothing to do with my ability.""You...!" Adrian's face flushed crimson. His chest rose and fell violently as he pointed a trembling finger at Veyron. "So you're mocking me now?""Fine." A sinister smile slowly appeared on his face. "Since you're so confident you can save Chairman Prescott, let's make something clear before you touch him."Veyron simply looked at him without speaking. He immediately raised his voice so everyone present could hear."If Chairman Prescott

The entire convention hall fell into stunned silence. Every pair of eyes was fixed on Chairman Prescott.Under countless gazes, the elderly man slowly opened his eyes. His eyelashes trembled before he let out a deep, muffled cough."Cough... Cough..."The lifeless pallor that had covered his face moments ago gradually faded. A healthy flush slowly returned to his cheeks, and even his breathing became steady once more.For a moment, nobody spoke. It was as though everyone had forgotten how. Then..."Grandfather!" His grandson's eyes reddened with excitement as he hurried forward.Just as he was about to throw himself at the old man, Veyron calmly raised a hand to stop him."Wait."The young man froze. Veyron's expression remained composed."The treatment isn't finished."He looked at Chairman Prescott and spoke gently. "Please remain still."Chairman Prescott nodded weakly. Without another word, Veyron reached for the first silver needle. His movements were neither hurried nor slow.On

Professor Holloway lowered his head respectfully. "Young sir."His voice carried none of the pride expected of a renowned physician."Your medical attainments have completely surpassed my imagination." He cupped his fists sincerely. "If you would be willing... I hope you can accept this old man as your disciple."The moment those words fell, the convention hall erupted."What?!""Did Professor Holloway just ask that young man to take him as a disciple?""I must be hearing things!""Professor Holloway is one of the nation's foremost authorities in traditional medicine!""He has published countless medical papers and trained numerous outstanding physicians.""And yet...""He's willing to become someone else's apprentice?"The surrounding physicians stared at the scene with disbelief.No one had expected a respected figure like Professor Holloway to humble himself before a young man.Even though Veyron had just displayed astonishing medical skills, many still found it difficult to accept.

"Do you have time today?"Iris walked over, her brows still knitted together. The anxiety on her face hadn't faded since the phone call.Veyron finished the last sip of his coffee before placing the empty cup on the table. "I do." He looked up at her. "What happened?""Our partner, Élan Vogue, suddenly terminated all cooperation with Raven & Radiance." Her expression darkened. "I want to meet their director and find out what happened.""I'll go with you." Veyron stood up naturally, picked up his cup, and headed toward the kitchen."When do we leave?""Now."Veyron nodded, set his cup in the sink, and followed her out.---Half an hour later, Veyron parked the car in front of Élan Vogue's headquarters.The towering building stood prominently in the heart of Highmont's fashion district.Its sleek glass exterior reflected the morning sunlight, while enormous LED displays showcased the brand's latest collections. Elegant mannequins dressed in seasonal couture filled the display windows,

Veyron turned around. The moment he saw the person behind him, a faint smile appeared on his face. "Chairman Prescott.""Mr. Blackthorne."Chairman Prescott walked over with a warm smile. His complexion was much rosier than it had been a few days ago, and his steps were steady and energetic."It truly is a pleasure to see you again." He cupped his fists respectfully. "I still haven't properly thanked you for saving my life.""As physicians, saving lives is simply part of our duty." Veyron smiled faintly. His tone remained calm. "You don't have to be so formal, Chairman Prescott.""I know... I know." The old chairman laughed heartily. "But gratitude is gratitude. If not for you, this old man wouldn't be standing here today."He paused before glancing toward the magnificent Élan Vogue headquarters. A trace of curiosity appeared in his eyes."Mr. Blackthorne... what brings you here?"Veyron followed his gaze toward the building. "My wife has some business to discuss with Élan Vogue.""Oh