The Billionaire Ex-Wife Stormed Back as a Marvelous Divine Doctor
Chapter 279: After the modification - 278: Turmoil

Chapter 279: After the modification: Chapter 278: Turmoil

"Isn’t it just that? She always feels like she’s so outstanding, but in reality, she’s nothing. Tsk."

"I really don’t know what kind of eyes our CEO has, why he likes Isla Sutton so much. Keeping this woman around will be trouble sooner or later."

Harry Ross didn’t know when he came back, and immediately scolded, "Lower your voices. It’s me who came back, what if it was the CEO?"

The secretary-general quickly said, "Weren’t you in a meeting with the CEO?"

"Just because we’re in a meeting, you think you can do whatever you want here? Has Isla Sutton left?"

Harry Ross quickly asked.

The secretary-general rolled his eyes, "Would we be talking like this if she were still here?"

"Alright, just remember to tell me if she comes back suddenly. I came back to get a document."

Before Harry Ross left with the document, he continued to warn, "Keep your voices down. It’s still okay to talk in the group. Why do you have to speak out loud? Walls have ears. If the CEO one day excitedly watches the surveillance, you won’t be able to laugh."

"Hurry up and go. If the CEO finds out you’re saying such nonsense, you’ll be the one to die."

The secretary-general directly chased Harry Ross away.

Subsequently, he sighed again, "Our madam is still the best, knowledgeable and graceful. She’s even a director at the Medical University and has such accomplishments in traditional Chinese medicine. The CEO really has no luck~"

The next day.

The traditional Chinese medicine master competition officially began.

Cyrus Brown’s judge seat had been replaced by someone else.

He, feeling unhappy, directly sat in the audience and stared straight at Ivy River.

After a round of promotion by the host.

The microphone was directly handed to the top contestant of the preliminary round.

The first was Fiora King from Phoenix City Hospital, also Cyrus Brown’s junior apprentice.

Fiora King bowed, "Thanks to the traditional Chinese medicine competition for giving me this opportunity. Last time I was lucky to get first place. I will definitely not be arrogant and will continue to work hard in the future!"

"Alright, everyone, let’s work hard together. Now, shall we officially start the competition?"

The host said as he began to introduce the rules:

"Today’s competition is more difficult than before. Everyone will participate in a collective free clinic. Each person will be allocated 20 patients. All patients have been assigned fairly and openly, as we have reviewed the cases beforehand, so there will be no bias."

At this point, the host paused, "Next, the top six will advance to the next round. We hope everyone stays grounded and completes this competition without exploiting loopholes. Let’s all do our best."

Upon these words.

Many people’s eyes collectively looked at Ivy River.

Ivy River lazily stood in place, leaning against a small table next to her.

Her utterly bored demeanor made others envious.

No one knew how she managed to be so relaxed and carefree.

Ivy River said lightly, "Why are you all looking at me? Is there something written on my face? Or am I just too beautiful for you to resist my looks?"

Everyone: "..."

Seriously narcissistic!

But she wasn’t wrong.

Ivy River was casually wearing a loose-fitting suit, yet her every move exuded elegance and grace.

The host immediately tried to ease the awkwardness, "Our Dr. Ivy River is indeed very beautiful. Now, let’s officially start the competition. The top six fastest will win. Please take this competition seriously."

Evelyn King was right next to Ivy River.

She whispered, "Director River, this is your specialty. Don’t hide your strength anymore. Only six doctors advance this time. You can’t dawdle."

Ivy River responded calmly, "Got it. No need to rush."

As the countdown to the competition officially began.

The patients entered one after another.

Although the venue was large, it felt crowded with 400 patients at once.

Ivy River spoke calmly, "Please line up in order. I know it’s crowded now. I feel crowded too, and the air isn’t good. So everyone, please be mindful and don’t panic."

Among the patients, there was a troublemaker.

"What’s the use of saying that? Hurry up and treat us. That’s what matters. They’re already starting over there. Quick!"

Ivy River glanced at him, "Alright, then wait at the back. Judging by your mid-stage condition, there shouldn’t be any issues. Just stay put."

The troublemaker was Lucian Knight, and he directly walked to the front, "As a doctor, how can you speak so casually? Don’t you know you need to be responsible?"

"Get up, don’t delay me from treating other patients. If there’s nothing wrong with you, then queue at the back."

Ivy River didn’t even bother with him and directly closed her eyes to start diagnosing the first patient.

Lucian Knight was very unhappy, "Do you know that being a doctor is noble? Treat us with a better attitude. We don’t owe you anything."

"Go to the back. Thank you."

Ivy River found him irritating and pointed to the back, coldly saying.

"Why won’t you treat me? I want you to see me first. Do you have any objections?"

Lucian Knight was known as a troublemaker, and nobody dared to mess with him.

Nobody knew what illness he had, but somehow he ended up in Ivy River’s group.

Ivy River stood up from her chair and took a step towards Lucian Knight:

"I’ll say this one last time: get to the back and queue. Everyone is in line. Why don’t you understand queuing? Do you like cutting in line so much? How about I send you to kindergarten for some reeducation? I’ll pay for the tuition."

Lucian Knight was startled by Ivy River’s presence.

He took a few steps back.

Seeing this, Ivy River sat back down, resumed taking the pulse, and began writing the prescription.

"For this illness, don’t frequently expose yourself to the wind in the future. Wear a hat when you go out. Your migraine is probably an old ailment, right?"

The patient was stunned and quickly said, "Yes, it’s an old ailment. It started when I was young; there’s nothing I can do."

"Alright, remember to blow-dry your hair after washing it. As the weather gets colder, this ailment will likely get worse. Wearing a hat will benefit you. I’ll give you a prescription. If it works, come to Medical University for acupuncture treatment."

"Okay."

Ivy River waved her hand, "Next."

The next patient came up, "Is it... it’s over?"

"What else?"

Ivy River asked puzzled, "What else should I do? Ask about your symptoms and then prescribe the medicine?"

The patients were stunned.

The nearby doctors were also stunned. Was she implying something?

The patient said directly, "I thought this is the process. Usually, the doctor asks about our condition first, then gives us the right medicine. You’re too fast."

Ivy River impatiently said, "Stretch your hand out and don’t talk."

"Oh, okay." The patient immediately extended his hand and kept quiet.

Afterwards.

Ivy River seemed to be on fire.

Though she started the slowest, she worked the fastest.

The patients who were diagnosed and left had no issues when they went to the judges for re-examination.

Fiora King from Phoenix City got anxious and started to lose her grip.

She scolded the patients, "Can you come one by one, don’t rush me. If your condition is more complicated, go to the back of the line and don’t waste the mild cases’ time."

The patients looked at each other, unsure of the severity of their conditions.

No one dared to step forward.

Fiora King became even more anxious and urged, "Come up for diagnosis! What are you standing around for?"

The patients, being ordinary people, were offended.

"You are a doctor, why are you ordering us like this? Look at Ivy River, cold attitude but she never tells mild conditions to go ahead and severe ones to wait. It’s a matter of personal conduct!"

"Yes, I’ve been meaning to say this. What are you so proud of? All doctors, why can she manage and you can’t?"

"Are you anxious because Medical University is progressing faster?"

Fiora King was rendered speechless by their retorts.

Instinctively, she looked at Cyrus Brown.