Surrounded by so many people, Cheryl Coney found it extremely difficult to navigate out of the crowd.
She yelled but to little effect as some even tried to take advantage of the chaos to touch her
inappropriately.
Alex Rockefeller let out a soft grunt, immediately releasing his Chi in a three-meter radius around his
body. Nudged by a strong, invisible force, the crowd was pushed aside as they cleared the way for Alex
and Cheryl.
Upon entering Cherylâs office, Alex suddenly remembered that his phone was running out of battery.
Afraid that he could not contact Dorothy later, he asked Cheryl to charge his phone.
Moments later, a nurse came rushing by.
âDoctor Coney, the experts are here. Assistant Director Rashford wants you to attend the meeting.â
âWill be there.â Cheryl then turned her gaze toward Alex. âWhy donât you come with me too?â
Alex had no objections.
Before they left, Cheryl put on a doctorâs gown on Alex so he could pretend to be her assistant.
There were a dozen people present in the conference room when they arrived. They were busy talking
to one another and heeded no attention to Alex.
He picked up Cherylâs note and began reading.
A middle-aged man with a beer belly came striding in. He let out a loud cough and only spoke when he
got the attention of the room. âLet us welcome the experts from Michigan!â
And immediately, he started clapping.
Alex was caught by surprise. Why did the man start clapping even before the entrance of his guests?
âHe is the assistant director of Premier Hospital, Doctor Marcus Rashford, â whispered Cheryl.
In came seven people with a tall, young man walking in front. He was in his late twenties, wore black-
rimmed glasses, and had a suit on. He was rather attractive as well and reminded many of a certain
Hollywood star.
Alex and Cheryl followed the crowd, clapping their hands as well. That said, they were still deep in a
discussion about the patients and their mysterious illness. Alex wanted to see the patients personally to
make his verdict.
The young man came onto them and looked at Cheryl with a smile.
âClarence, itâs you!â Cheryl was somewhat surprised to see him.
Clarence Fawl was Cherylâs course mate in medical school, and they seemed to share a decent
relationship, judging by her reaction.
Clarence looked at her with his gentle gaze and smiled, âItâs been a while, Cheryl. We will catch up
later.â
The interaction attracted plenty of attention.
He then went up in front as Assistant Director Rashford began introducing the expert team. Of course,
he spent the most time introducing Clarence. Apparently, he held a double-doctorate from a prestigious
medical school overseas and was also an important medical society member. Including those, he had
received plenty of awards and was now the department head of a Michigan hospital. Anyway, he was a
high achiever with countless awards and accolades.
It came as quite a shock for the people present as they looked at him with a renewed sense of respect.
Clarence seemed to be humble, but he looked at everyone with pride in his eyes. Resting his gaze on
Cheryl, he silently promised that he would do whatever it took for Cheryl to become his bride.
To his dismay, Cherylâs attention wasnât on him. Instead, she was busy whispering with a man.
Lightly pinching the man with an embarrassed expression on her face, she looked like she enjoyed the
interaction very much.
Clarenceâs expressions blackened, and he blurted all of a sudden, âCheryl, can we know what you and
your colleague are discussing right there? Itâs now brainstorming time on how to save the lives of the
patients, and I can think of no better way to start it without you!â