The Billionaire Ex-Wife Stormed Back as a Marvelous Divine Doctor
Chapter 282: Original text - Two Hundred and Eighty-One Modified to - 281

Chapter 282: Original text: Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty-One Modified to: Chapter 281

Ivy River’s words were not wrong.

The patients who hadn’t left started making noise.

"She’s right, making yourself happy is the most important thing. You’re already so excellent, why worry about others giving you a hard time?"

"Doctor King, you’ve always been excellent in the past. Today’s mistake must have been because you were too nervous. If you treated it with a normal mindset, it might not have happened."

Most of the encouraging words from everyone went straight to Fiora King’s heart.

She looked at Cyrus Brown and nervously said, "Well... can you tell me how you managed to see so many patients in such a short time? Also, I saw the lesions in two of my patients but didn’t know how to treat them."

Ivy River said, "As long as you see enough, your skills will improve. You should be in your early thirties, right? This is the best time for you to work hard, and there’s still room for improvement. Just don’t listen to bad advice from your teacher."

Cyrus Brown could no longer hold back, angrily saying, "You need to speak with evidence. Why do you keep belittling me? No matter how bad you think I am, I still made it onto this panel. You should show some respect to your elders, considering that I am your senior."

"Ha."

Ivy River’s mocking laugh was clear and undisguised. "Everyone knows who Lucian Knight’s supporter is. If you want to investigate, it could ruin your reputation. And the Twitter incident, do you really think that just a small achievement in medicine allows you to do whatever you want?"

"What do you mean by ’do whatever you want’?"

Ivy River chuckled, "Now, I need to solve your student’s problems. Don’t provoke me here. Take some time to think about what you’ve done at Phoenix City Hospital. Don’t assume you’re the only one who knows."

Her words were ambiguous.

But Cyrus Brown took them seriously and stopped talking.

Ivy River continued to talk to Fiora King, "What lesions can’t you solve? If it’s outside digestion, it’s understandable. It’s okay."

Fiora King was very embarrassed and said, "It’s... within digestion. The prescription I wrote takes a long time to treat, but you managed to treat a patient with a similar condition much faster."

Ivy River turned around and picked up her medical records along with Fiora King’s.

After flipping through them.

"It should be this patient, right? I included acupuncture therapy. Acupuncture can often treat many symptoms. If you have time, you can study it. Your prescription isn’t wrong."

Ivy River explained patiently.

"Our prescriptions are quite different. I hadn’t thought of yours before."

"That’s because you haven’t encountered enough tricky cases. This patient told you before that they didn’t want to take herbal medicine, so you pushed Chinese patent medicine as much as possible. Later, when they were willing to take herbal medicine, but their immunity was still low. If you didn’t maintain balance, it would be ineffective, so you took a conservative approach..."

After a round of explanations.

Fiora King understood completely, "I see where the problem is. You’re proficient enough to avoid crucial mistakes and use the right amount of the particular herb that I abandoned. Thank you!"

Ivy River watched the woman bow and immediately helped her up.

"There’s no need to be so polite. You’re more humble than your teacher, that’s good. Keep your eyes open—listen to what’s right, and ignore what’s wrong."

Griffin King, seeing the medical records thrown on the table, couldn’t help but twitch his mouth:

"Can you at least acknowledge me as a judge?"

Ivy River glanced at him without saying anything.

"Next time, let me know before you take the medical records. Let me save face, okay?"

Seeing Griffin King’s earnest expression, Ivy River nodded, "Okay, I’ll try to remember next time. By the way, can I go now?"

"Why the rush? If you leave now, who’s going to take photos for you during your moment?"

Ivy River scanned the room and finally fixed her gaze on Lewis Chadwick, "Let Director Chadwick accept the award for me. After all, he’s the director of the Medical University, and it’s his duty."

Lewis Chadwick was happily sharing the news of Ivy River’s victory.

The next moment.

The sky fell.

He nervously glanced at Edwin Blake and asked softly, "President Blake, can I go?"

Edwin Blake gave him a sidelong glance, "What do you think?"

Lewis Chadwick hesitated.

He hated people who spoke halfway and made you guess... who can guess it correctly?

Just as he was about to seek help from Alexander Hodges, Ivy River enthusiastically waved at him from the stage, "Director Chadwick, Director Chadwick, come up quickly!"

Alexander Hodges gave him a helpless look.

Lewis Chadwick slowly walked up, and Ivy River directly handed him the microphone, "Director Chadwick, kindly accept the award for me. I have some things to handle and need to leave early."

"Don’t rush off. You should accept your own award!"

Griffin King stopped her, waving the medical records, "I’ll post your and Fiora King’s records first. In case other doctors have questions, you can help explain."

"Sis, do you have plans tonight? If not, I’d like to treat you to a meal, okay?"

Nobody knew when Alexander Hodges had approached them.

But the moment his voice sounded out.

Lewis Chadwick almost dropped the microphone.

Ivy River coldly said, "I have other plans tonight, I can’t join you for dinner."

"I haven’t even met my niece and nephew yet. Give me a chance at least. After all, I am their uncle and should give them a meeting gift."

Alexander Hodges said thick-skinnedly.

Ivy River didn’t waste words, simply extending her hand.

"What are you doing, sis?"

Ivy River smiled sweetly, "The meeting gift. Didn’t you say you’d give it to me? Where’s the money?"

"Sis... not all meeting gifts are money. Don’t be so tacky!"

Alexander Hodges was speechless.

He took a mournful glance at Ivy River.

"Then don’t come. Unless you give me the money now, we’ll see about the meeting gift later."

Seeing Ivy River’s rogue expression, Alexander Hodges sighed deeply, pulled out his phone, "Give me your bank account number. Sis, but I don’t have your WeChat. Can we add WeChat, and you send it to me?"

Ivy River ignored him, directly pointing her bank card at him.

"Here’s the number. Enter it yourself. If your eyes are bad, I can input it for you."

Alexander Hodges: "..."

He helplessly transferred one million.

Ivy River looked at the notification with a good mood, "Today’s time is limited. If I’m free another day, I’ll let you know. I accept the meeting gift. By the way, is this for Emmy or Fatty?"

Again, Alexander Hodges felt speechless.

Without saying a word, he quickly transferred another million.

"Sis, one for each, no arguing."

"Great, thank you, Uncle Hodges."

"You’re welcome, Sis. It’s my duty to give it to the kids."

Alexander Hodges cursed silently—so scheming and devious!

"Doctor River, doesn’t this medical record have some issues? Any proof?"

Suddenly, Cyrus Brown’s voice came from behind.

Ivy River turned to look at him, expressionless, "If your skills are lacking, practice more. In other words, if you lack talent, practice more to hide your ignorance."