As soon as Amelia spoke, the room fell silent.
Carl stared at her intently, his deep eyes reflecting the soft glow of the lamps around them, exuding an air of noble detachment.
The doctors were unaware of Carl's identity, but being medical professionals, they knew one thing for sure: when it came to Traditional medicine, the most worrying sign was when a doctor frowned while feeling a patient's pulse.
Amelia, who had been smiling moments ago, now wore a calm expression. Her brow furrowed slightly, and her eyes were fixed with focused concentration. She looked completely serious, not at all like someone joking around.
Could it be that what the little miracle doctor said was true? Was this man really dying?
His face did seem a little pale, but surely it couldn’t be that serious.
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