Go Back and I Rule There novel Chapter 52

Unlike the last event, this symposium was not held in the city center but at the Caesar Hotel's West End estate.

Rosalind opted not to ride her motorcycle. After packing her medical kit and invitation, she hailed a cab.

Was it her imagination, or did this invitation feel a little different?

Rosalind was lost in thought as she settled into the taxi.

The driver was surprised when he heard the destination. "That Caesar Hotel out in the West End isn't a place just anyone can go. I hear it's all big shots there today. A young lady like you is..."

"Just going to make an appearance," Rosalind said with a slight smile, her hair framing her face.

The driver chuckled. "That's what I figured. A young girl like you couldn't possibly be going to treat patients."

Rosalind just smiled without saying a word.

Even under the Caesar Hotel name, there were different tiers.

The one in downtown Sol was open to the public.

This one in the West End was a sprawling rose manor, complete with facilities for golf, shooting, horseback riding, and other high-end activities. It covered a vast area nestled among the forests.

It specialized in providing top-tier, royal-level service and was the Turner family's private club. Without an invitation from the Turners, an ordinary person couldn't even get in.

The invitation was the only ticket inside. Each renowned doctor who received one brought along an apprentice or assistant, presenting a formal, academic air.

Among them, members of the four great families all knew each other, exchanging greetings and introducing their younger generation.

Those without a prestigious family background sat awkwardly to one side, conversing in low voices.

Some of the non-medical guests were accommodated in the front hall, including Rachel.

She surveyed the entire estate, her eyes filled with avarice. "My goodness, this is absolutely beautiful! So luxurious!"

Turning back, Rachel took Grace's arm again. "For Yolanda and me to be here, it's all thanks to you."

"Don't be so formal," Grace replied. It was her first time here too, but she knew how to put on an act. "Rachel, once we're inside, try not to look so star-struck."

Mr. Turner Sr. leisurely sipped his coffee. "What's the rush? Not everyone has arrived yet."

Letitia guessed, "Are you waiting for the Asclepian?"

"No." Mr. Turner Sr. set down his teacup.

Letitia was about to ask more.

But she saw the old man put on an earpiece, his sharp eyes fixed on the hall below with immense interest.

Letitia grew curious. Who on earth could capture her grandfather's attention like this?

Mr. Turner Sr. was indeed captivated. Ever since David had told him that his most precious grandson's appetite had improved, he had been eager to meet this Cure-Master, the one David described as having extraordinary medical skills.

If that stubborn boy hadn't stopped him, he would have sent people to inquire about her long ago. Now he had to resort to these clandestine methods, which was rather embarrassing to admit.

But, thankfully, he had organized this medical symposium, and that Cure-Master was expected to attend...