Chapter 385 The B Level invitation is Yours
Chapter 385 The B–Level Invitation Is Yours
Under the stunned gazes of Rupert and the gathered physicians, Raven gave a calm nod and replied with a soft “Mm.”
Rupert immediately adjusted his expression, becoming visibly more respectful. I didn’t realize you were from Hiemal my lady. If there was any disrespect earlier, I hope you’ll forgive me.”
Raven gently shook her head. “It’s okay?
I’ve been immersed in medical research for a long time,” she added lightly. “I haven’t had many public cases. But it seems there’s someone here who isn’t doing too well. If I can treat them, that should be proof enough of my abilities.”
As her words landed, the physicians exchanged puzzled glances.
There were only so many people in the room–besides Rupert and the silent Hiemaly, it was just them
And as experienced doctors invited to the prestigious Medical Conference, they would surely know if they were the ones sick…
Before anyone could voice their confusion, Raven’s gaze landed squarely on Ellie.
Ellie, who had already been skeptical after seeing Raven’s Hiemal credentials, felt her heart skip at the weight of that look. Her soft smile froze slightly.
But she quickly recovered, her expression regaining its composed warmth as she replied, “Miss Valor, are you suggesting i m the one who’s ill?*
Raven, as if completely oblivious to the tension, simply nodded. “Yes. You are.”
Every head in the room turned to Ellie at once.
Shock rippled through the group.
“Ellie? Sick?”
“Impossible! She is a respected physician–holder of a B–level invitation to the Medical Conference. How could she not know if something were wrong with her body?”
Ellie could feel every probing stare fall on her like a weight. The gentle curve of her lips flattened into a thin, cold line. “Miss Valor,” she said tightly, “I consider my medical skills to be on par with yours. If you can detect a condition in me, then I should be able to as well.”
“I understand you wish to prove yourself,” she added, “but as a doctor, you should know–every word we speak carries responsibility.”
Raven met her gaze, unfazed. “A doctor’s ability isn’t proven by a slip of paper labeled an ‘invitation.”
Ellie gave a soft laugh–but it was laced with a chilly edge.
“Are you questioning the credibility of the Medical Conference?”
The male doctors shifted again, some glancing at Raven with subtle discomfort.
Still, many found it hard to be too harsh, looking at that almost unfairly beautiful face.
Out of goodwill, several began to speak up.
“Miss Valor, you may not have received an invitation yet, but you’re still young. There’s always next year.”
“Yes, there was once a doctor who openly criticized the credibility of the Medical Conference. When Master Ethan–the head physician–found out, he blacklisted the man for life. He never had another chance.”
“Miss Valor, with how outstanding you look, and if you keep working hard, you could easily earn a C–level invitation within ten years. Please don’t throw your future away over a few careless remarks.”
Seeing how the others now stood by her side, Ellie’s smile grew even softer, her voice full of gentle admonishment. “Little girl,” she said sweetly, “I know you’re desperate to meet Her Highness Lola, and that’s why you’re making these mistakes. But you shouldn’t joke about my medical skills.
“This B–level invitation,” she lifted it ever so slightly, “was awarded as recognition of my abilities by the Medical Conference. When you challenge me, you’re challenging the institution’s authority.”
Raven watched Ellie’s condescending tone wit Successfully unlocked! a quiet laugh. “Is that so?”
Ellie’s expression flickered, her sweet smile faltey juta. One opone again, this time firmly. “Of course. I’m certain I’m
not ill.
“And if you can prove I’m wrong…” She raised her chin slightly, her voice crisp and unwavering. “Then this B–level invitation- will be yours.”
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