Return of the Crowned Heiress

But if there was nothing wrong, it was impossible for Hubert to faint and fall into a coma.

When Felicia entered the ward, several physicians were gathered nearby, discussing treatment plans. Meanwhile, Melvin’s two lackeys stood silently by the wall, too afraid to speak.

On the bed, Hubert had his eyes tightly closed, and his complexion looked healthy, showing no signs of any issues. Felicia reached out to check his pulse.

As the physicians saw this, their discussion about treatment paused, One physician, who had never seen Felicia before, shouted angrily, “What are you doing? Who allowed you, a young woman, to come in here? Get out.”

Another person tugged at his arm and whispered, “Mr. Rowe, take it easy. This is Mr. Walsh Senior’s granddaughter, Felicia Fuller. He’s already said that she will inherit the medical center…”

“Is Mr. Walsh Senior losing his mind?” Ingram Rowe replied coldly, showing no respect for Felicia. “How can a young woman treat someone? Doesn’t she worry about making a fool of herself?”

“Exactly! Be careful, or you’ll ruin our medical center’s reputation.”

The physicians speaking were those who usually accompanied Clive for consultations and were regarded by outsiders as his disciples. Clive was getting old and had no heirs, so it was likely that these disciples would take over the medical center.

But then, Felicia came out of nowhere. They were unwilling to accept her as this illegitimate heiress

Felicia was focused on checking the pulse and didn’t hear the physicians‘ subtle attempts to undermine her. Once she withdrew her hand, Melvin hurried forward and asked, “How is he? What’s wrong with my dad?” This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Felicia replied, “From the pulse, there really doesn’t seem to be anything wrong.”

A snicker came from behind.

Ingram didn’t hide his disdain and said coldly, “You know how to put on a show. You heard us say the patient’s pulse was fine, so you just echoed our words. Are you here to pretend to know something?”

Felicia raised an eyebrow. “It seems you have a problem with me.”

“Not just me. We all have a problem with you. Do you think just because you’re Mr. Walsh Senior’s granddaughter you’re better than us? Ridiculous! You haven’t even learned the basics and you dare to treat someone?”

Ingram scoffed and declared, “Let me make this clear If you can cure the patient, I’ll gladly become your apprentice.”

No one believed in Felicia’s medical skills. Even Melvin had doubts, his face filled with despair as he asked, ‘Is my dad going to be okay?”

Felicia glanced at him and casually picked up a silver needle. She said calmly. “What’s the rush? I haven’t finished what I was saying.”

She continued, “From the pulse, there’s no indication of a problem, but… who says this is definitely an Illness? Maybe there’s a little bug causing trouble.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she quickly inserted two needles. To everyone’s shock, something slowly wriggled beneath the skin where the needle had pierced.

Melvin yelped, collapsing onto the floor. “Ah! It’s a bug

Felicia swiftly removed the needle and sealed the bug in a glass vial, ensuring it wouldn’t escape.

Just as the bug was extracted, Hubert stirred and slowly opened his eyes. “He’s awake? Is he awake?”

Ingram watched in disbelief while the others were left speechless, all in awe.

Felicia wiped her hands and wrote down her account number for her fee. Turning to Melvin and Hubert, she said, “Make sure to transfer my payment.”

After saying that, Felicia started to leave.

Finally coming to his senses, Ingram hurried after her, his voice filled with uncertainty as he called out, Hey, Felicia. What was that thing you just took out? How did you know the cause of the illness was that little bug?”