The crowd looked at Alex Rockefellerâs wrist, and lo and behold, it really was a Patek Phillippe watch.
Yet, the clothes on his body were cheap, mass-produced merchandise. The watch didnât match his look
at all. And then, they came to a realization.
Alex wasnât a doctor but a conman who managed to trick Cheryl with his fake watch and identity. As the
prettiest doctor in the hospital, Cheryl was wildly popular among the male doctors.
âI have never seen a conman who could scam his way into a hospitalâs meeting! Get out, we donât want
you here!â
âIsnât that right? Doctor Coney, you have to be careful of whom you talk to!â
âYou know what, we have no right interfering in your personal life. But, itâs outrageous that you bring
non-medical personnel into the conference room!â
A doctor, whose opportunity of being the department head had been shattered by Cheryl, could not
stop criticizing.
Alex looked at his wristwatch, not realizing that it would become a target of derision.
âThis is genuine.â
He looked around and said to Cheryl, âForget it. Why donât we check the patients out instead of wasting
time here?â
He stood up and got ready to leave.
Indeed, he wanted to get done with the whole affair as soon as possible. After all, an exciting journey
awaited him at Landison Hotel.
âCheck the patients? Gosh, did I hear you correctly?â
Clarence kept going on, âCheryl, where did you meet this strange man? You should keep your
distance!â
âHe is no conman, and the watch is genuine! The point is, heâs an exceedingly accomplished medical
practitioner. Even my grandfather pays his respects to him!â
The crowd was at a loss for words.
Clarence laughed. âAccomplished? An accomplished fraudster, Iâd say! Everyone here is a professional
in the medical field and can identify the authenticity of his skills at a glance. You are too naive, Cheryl,
how dare you use the name of your grandfather all for this fraudster! If he knew about this, he would be
very mad with you!â
âIâm done with you! â Cheryl stomped her feet and called out to Alex, âLetâs go!â
âStop! Only certain people can attend to the patients, and he sure isnât one of them!â Clarence was livid
to see them holding hands. âOur team calls the shots now, and I forbid you from seeing the patients!
Get out of my sight!â
He pointed at Alex with rage burning in his eyes.
The doors to the conference room opened the moment Lucifer North entered, followed by an old man
and two middle-aged men.
Alex stood right in front of the doors when they opened, surprised to see who had arrived.
It was Wallace York.
Lucifer entered and started announcing in excitement, âPlease welcome Americaâs imperial doctor, the
man whose hands have raised the dead⦠Doctor Wallace York! Starting now, he will be leading the
response team!â
Everyone present stood up and clapped as hard as they could. Wallaceâs reputation spoke for itself and
his presence felt like a dream to some in the room.
With a smile across his face, Wallace was just about to speak when he noticed Alex. His eyes lit up as
he ran up to him and said, âSir, fancy meeting you here! It is an absolute honor to work with you!â
The silence that followed was crushingly suffocating.