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Ava was still scrambling for a response when Theresa immediately inade a few phone calls.

With a beaming smile, she said to Ava, “Princess, I called some of my friends here in Tonico, and they’ve all agreed to perform voluntarily.”

Theresa casually mentioned a few top–tier celebrities, instantly heating up the atmosphere on the scene.

Ava’s expression turned even more sour.

For the sake of maximizing the impact, she had arranged for this event to be broadcast nationwide. These celebrities, shrewd as they were, would never miss an opportunity for free publicity. How could they refuse Theresa’s invitation?

At this point, Ava felt cornered and unable to refuse.

Before the other celebrities arrived, Theresa took a microphone and sang off–key.

Despite her less–than–stellar singing, her good looks and fame made her oddly endearing. The audience’s attention was captured, often erupting into hearty laughter,

Ava’s people tried several times to regain the crowd’s attention and stir their emotions, but their efforts were futile. Theresa, with just a few exaggerated high notes, had everyone laughing Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

When the other stars began to arrive, the event grew even livelier.

Standing next to Ava, Theresa remarked with feigned astonishment. “Princess, see how noble my friends are? Don’t worry, we’re all performing voluntarily, no payment needed from the Princess.

Ava was speechless.

Ava coldly chuckled, lowering her voice. “Theresa, trying to help Thomas? You might have diverted their attention for now, but when the results come out, the loser will still be pinned to the pillar of shame. And Thomas, he’s bound to lose.”

That’s not necessarily true. Theresa responded calmly.

“We’ll see,” Ava said indifferently.

Inside, Theresa was far from as composed as she appeared.

While the stage was alive with song and dance, her gaze remained fixed on the large screen.

Edel’s surgery was progressing methodically.

Meanwhile, Thomas was still chatting with the patient.

‘Chatting on and on, what could he possibly have to talk about so much? Theresa thought.

She was getting anxious.

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This guy better not mess up at this crucial moment!

Half an hour later, Thomas finally made a move.

He left the patient’s room with a smile and soon returned with a bowl of herbal medicine.

Theresa was momentarily stunned.

When had Thomas arranged for someone to prepare the medicine? She hadn’t noticed at all.

But that wasn’t important.

What mattered was whether Thomas’s herbal concoction could actually cure the illness.

Theresa’s heart was in her throat.

“How can appendicitis be cured without surgery?” Ava scoffed coldly. “Thomas is just putting on a show.””

“That’s what you have to tell yourself, I guess.” Theresa retorted instinctively, then continued to watch the screen intently.

On the screen, Thomas was seen helping the patient drink the medicine.

After taking the medicine, the patient showed no significant reaction, continuing to chat cheerfully with. Thomas.

Did the medicine even work?

Theresa became increasingly nervous as time ticked by

Ten minutes later, the patient suddenly clutched his stomach in pain.

Ava’s eyes lit up, thinking, ‘Did Thomas just cause more problems with his medication?‘

She signaled, and the security guards immediately rushed up, pausing all the performances.

The audience, initially dissatisfied, heard Ava announce. “The results are about to come out.”

“Results coming out?”

The crowd instinctively turned their attention back to the large screen.

The patient Thomas had treated was seen going to the restroom, with a look of pain on his face.

This sparked a wave of murmurs among the onlookers.

Was Thomas’s medicine really safe?

The answer came quickly.

Five minutes later, the patient who had gone into the restroom in apparent agony came out.

He stood upright, looking relieved and wearing a look of utter astonishment.

Thomas checked his condition again, then smiled faintly and pressed a bell.

Pressing this bell signified… the treatment was over.

Ava’s face suddenly changed. How could it be possible?

Just one dose of medicine, and Thomas cured the patient?

Ava said coldly, “Although Dr. Thomas rang the bell, whether the patient is truly cured or not depends on the results of the medical examination.”

Soon, the patient was taken for a full–body checkup.

Minutes later, the results were in.

The patient’s inflamed appendix, which had been in a state of decay, had miraculously disappeared.

In other words, his illness was cured just like that?

Ava stared at the final results, feeling a wave of disbelief wash over her.

How could this be possible?

Theresa, equally astonished, couldn’t help but smile. “Princess, it looks like Thomas has won. The traditional medicine he used is the crystallization of thousands of years of our heritage. With traditional medicine prevailing, we, should be happy. Why does the Princess look so displeased?”

Ava tried to force a smile, but she simply couldn’t.

Her hands were clenched into tight fists.

Thomas had won.

He really won?

How could this be….

Still reeling in disbelief, Eason emerged, his face alight with joy, leading Thomas out.

Dr. Thomas, Dr. Thomas.” the crowd erupted into ecstatic cheers.

As for Edel, still in the midst of surgery…

Who cared about him now?

As the cheers died down a bit, Ava slowly spoke, “Dr. Thomas, did you really cure the patient with just one dose of medicine? If the treatment for appendicitis is this critical, why didn’t you publish the formula

earlier so that all patients could benefit? That would truly be a demonstration of a doctor’s benevolence, wouldn’t it?”

Thomas looked at Ava calmly, “Miss Nicholas, your words reveal your lack of understanding. While modern medicine may have a fixed treatment and medication, traditional medicine differs. The same illness in different patients may require different medications. The formula I used was specific to that patient and not applicable to all. In traditional medicine, appendicitis is known as ‘intestinal carbuncle. There have been successful treatments for this condition since ancient times, and the cures by famous doctors of the past are well–documented, yet their prescriptions vary greatly. This is the essence of patient–centered and individualized treatment. Thus, the practice of traditional medicine is easy to learn but hard to master. For someone like Edel to impersonate the Medical Mystic, he is far from qualified.”

A hint of scorn flickered in Thomas’s cycs.

Ava was at a loss for words.

Eason chuckled. “So, everyone should now understand that this Dr. Thomas is the real Medical Mystic. If there’s anyone in the world who can save my father, it must be Dr. Thomas!”

“Dr. Thomas, Dr. Thomas!” The crowd cheered even louder.

Ava, took a deep breath, her face growing increasingly pale.

Regardless of her unwillingness to accept it, she understood….

The outcome was decided.

The true Medical Mystic had revealed himself.