She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 391

Loyce smiled faintly, gracefully setting down her fruit fork. "I'll cure Holt in my capacity as a doctor at Blossom Hospital. That's all I need to do. As for the rest, someone will naturally step up to clear my name."

Ever since Blossom Hospital was established, the public only knew Sapphire Walsh as the director. They had no idea that Loyce was actually the sole equity holder of the entire hospital. A true medical genius, she had saved countless lives.

Hank patted her hair. "Alright, handle it however you see fit. I'm on standby to help whenever you need me."

Seeing Loyce's quiet confidence, and then looking at his third grandson's blind "whatever my sister says goes" trust, Gordon Lonsdale couldn't help but huff. Though still furious about the media slinging mud at her, he ultimately didn't push for Hank to go burn Jasyn Media to the ground just yet.

"Fine, as long as you have a plan, Loyce," Gordon said, taking another bite of his apple. But his eyes turned razor-sharp. "However, if that Holt boy doesn't appreciate what's good for him, or if any other random fools try to start trouble, don't blame your grandfather for being ruthless."

"Don't worry, Grandpa," Loyce smiled, a cool, unshakeable confidence in her eyes.

The very next day, Loyce called the number on the business card, scheduling a consultation for Holt at the ENT specialist department of Blossom Hospital.

Desperate for a cure for his throat, Holt showed up fully disguised, arriving half an hour early to the designated department.

As the nurse led him in, she looked at him with a bright smile. "You're incredibly lucky. Loyce is personally taking your case today. All the department heads and the top experts from the military hospital are here to observe and learn. It'd be harder not to get cured at this point."

Top experts? Holt followed the nurse, expecting to walk into a standard specialist's office. But when she pushed open the heavy door, he froze, rooted to the spot.

The consultation room was far more spacious and brightly lit than he'd imagined, but what stole all his attention were the people inside.

It wasn't just one or two doctors. The crowd was even more spectacular than the group he had begged Heath to introduce him to on the street!

The long benches against the walls were packed with people in white coats.

Among them were faces Holt had looked up to on screens and on the covers of medical journals during his desperate search for a cure—the leading authorities in ENT, head and neck surgery, and microsurgery.

Holt used to search for their papers late at night, longing for their treatment but having no way to reach them. Dr. Heath was among them, speaking in low tones with a gray-haired senior professor next to him.

And now, these legendary figures—people whose opinions could shake the entire medical community—were all gathered in one room. Like eager students waiting for class to start, they were actually holding notebooks and pens, as if this consultation would provide them with lifelong lessons.

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