Chapter 5

At this very moment, a live stream channel was already open online.

The title read: Cold-Blooded Medical Expert Dr. Harper Publicly Submits, Live Consultation Session.

Because the Sterling Group was actively promoting it, coupled with the lingering heat from yesterday's trending topic, countless netizens were fuming.

Less than ten minutes after starting, millions of people flooded in, and the comments scrolled like a blizzard.

"This scumbag finally backed down! Capitalism did a great job this time!"

"Let's all watch how this quack begs for mercy!"

"My heart aches for Grace, having to face this demonic doctor."

Grace lay on the hospital bed, her face still haggard and pale.

Seeing me, she flinched. "Joseph..."

She had no idea that millions of eyes were watching her.

"Don't be afraid. She's here to treat you this time."

Joseph handed her the apple, then stood up and walked over to me.

Knowing he was on camera, he adopted a very arrogant posture.

"Harper, start now. Hurry up and treat Grace."

"If you can't cure her, you'll be out of the medical field forever."

I ignored him, walking straight to the medical cart beside the bed.

As I put on my gloves, I gave him a cold glance.

Joseph gritted his teeth, but mindful of the camera, he restrained himself from reacting, just letting out a cold scoff.

He stepped back, hands in his pockets, and the room fell silent.

With my back to the hidden camera, I picked up the stethoscope and placed it on Grace's chest.

"Breathe in. Breathe out."

Grace was very cooperative, her breathing especially heavy, her brows furrowed.

The comments again filled with sympathy for her and insults for me.

I put down the stethoscope and picked up the stack of medical reports the Sterling family had accumulated from various hospitals over the years.

Late-stage heart failure, myocardial ischemia. The diagnoses were increasingly severe.

I flipped through them page by page, my brows slowly drawing together.

After about five minutes, I threw the stack of reports onto the bed with a smack.

Taking off my gloves, I turned around. "Grace, your condition is indeed quite difficult to treat."

Joseph scoffed towards the camera.

"What do you mean? Aren't you an authority? Even you can't cure her? I think you're just a quack!"

The comments started flooding in again:

"Quack! She really is a quack!"

"She's just trying to shirk responsibility! The Sterling family should blacklist her quickly!"

I ignored them and said softly, "Because your sister isn't sick at all."