But it was a clear attempt to lead everyone to suspect that Serena had ulterior motives for stopping Marcus Doyle.
Serena let out a soft scoff, not even sparing the agitated Isabella a glance.
She lifted her languid gaze, her eyes filled with mockery. “Is it that you can’t let me know, or that you don’t dare to?”
Serena paused, the corners of her crimson lips curling into a cold smirk. “For instance, you mentioned needing hundred-year-old wild ginseng, and the other two herbs. Aren’t all of these incredibly rare and precious?”
“But… while hundred-year-old ginseng is a powerful restorative, it primarily targets the heart and spleen. It has no effect on paralysis of the lower limbs caused by depleted energy and blood. In fact, it’s more likely to trigger internal imbalances and place a greater burden on the liver and kidneys.”
“As for the others…”
Serena went through all the herbs Marcus Doyle had mentioned, explaining their properties one by one.
Not only did she clearly state their effects, but she also detailed the potential consequences of using them on Old Mr. Lancaster.
Finally, she raised her eyes, her calm, emotionless gaze as cold as fractured ice, and stared directly at Marcus Doyle. “So, Dr. Marcus Doyle, could you please explain whether you intended to give my grandfather a massive restorative treatment that would send his system into shock and kill him, or if you actually planned to treat his legs?”
Marcus Doyle hadn’t expected Serena to actually know her stuff, let alone to so accurately describe the properties and effects of all the expensive herbs he had listed.
His hand trembled, and he nearly tore out his own beard.
His face flushed from white to beet red as he exploded in a fit of rage and embarrassment. “What… what do you know? What nonsense are you spouting? That’s all rubbish! I have my reasons for prescribing these herbs. How could a young brat like you possibly understand?”

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