Chapter 350 Magda Loses Consciousness <TOC> Chapter 352 Tyrell's Fury
Translator: SumTLMan
The Golden Cross Medical College, established for over three hundred years, has witnessed various diseases, large and small, but never experienced such panic as it did tonight.
—Count Leonrique’s daughter, the true pearl of the entire Watthelmgrass, Magda, suddenly fell into a coma at home. Upon examination, she was diagnosed with “Shadowless Syndrome,” a condition that has baffled countless medical professors!
The entire medical college was nearly fully mobilized. Deans from three districts led nearly two hundred medical professors to rush to the headquarters, and even two national treasure-level doctors, who had long retired and stayed at home, donned their battle gear and entered the highest standard “Diagnosis and Treatment Zone No. 1.”
Meanwhile, the dean and professors of the headquarters gathered in the conference room, discussing Magda’s treatment plan.
As the district deans arrived, more and more people filled the conference room. Numerous doctors exchanged their views, various professional terms flew around, and during the heated discussions, it almost turned into a full-fledged confrontation.
Angel was completely stunned, not by the large-scale efforts of these doctors but by their insights into medicine.
He was well-versed in Western medicine, and although he had little clinical experience, his theoretical knowledge was solid. He initially thought that he could rely on the comprehensive knowledge of modern Western medicine to mercilessly crush these ordinary doctors who used metaphysics. However, after attending this consultation that resembled more of a seminar, Angel realized that he had underestimated the wisdom of ordinary people.
The medical system here was not as backward as in the Goldfinch Empire. From basic medicine to internal and external medicine, it was quite complete, and instead of following feudal metaphysics, it leaned towards applied medicine. Apart from the use of local medications, it was very close to the Western medical concept.
Angel watched for a while, his face showing admiration. Especially after the national treasure-level doctors joined, the physicians had a backbone and began in-depth discussions on several aspects. Some ideas were already very advanced, but due to the “extraordinary” concept they couldn’t get around, they remained at the mortal level and made no progress.
“Let’s go, take me to see those who have lost their shadows in the past,” Angel looked at Leonrique beside him.
Cynthia went to accompany her daughter, and he was curious about the consultation here, so he came to observe. Having satisfied his curiosity, he naturally prepared to leave.
Leonrique nodded and signaled the butler to find the dean in front. He accompanied Angel as they left first.
Their departure caused a momentary pause in the conference room. Although these doctors had been passionately discussing, they were well aware that “Shadowless Syndrome” was an incurable disease for the time being. Their passionate debate was more like a performance, with the audience being Count Leonrique in the background.
However, these things were not important; what mattered most was the identity of the man wearing the high-profile trench coat. His face was not visible under the hat, but the count treated him with the utmost respect, like a follower.
When the butler went to find the dean, everyone present began whispering.
The dean of the Golden Cross Medical College headquarters was named Hedrick. Upon hearing the butler’s request, his brow furrowed. Why did the count want to see the previous “Shadowless Syndrome” patients? What was there to see? Or was it the man in the trench coat who wanted to see?
Hedrick’s face darkened, guessing that the trench coat man might be a high-ranking official from the Whiskas Royal Court, coming to see the “Shadowless Syndrome” patients out of curiosity. “These pampered nobles!” Hedrick cursed inwardly but nodded with a grim expression nonetheless.
Before leaving, Hedrick spoke to the vice-principal, “The Count wants to go to the Shadowless Syndrome’ ward. You take charge for now; I’ll be right back.”
Hedrick didn’t deliberately lower his voice, so everyone present heard him.
Why was the Count going now? Almost everyone thought of the young man, and like Hedrick, quite a few of them regarded the youth as a “royal court scion.” However, they only dared to curse in their hearts.
Except for the two national treasure-level physicians.
These two physicians, a man and a woman, were both over 70 years old, with more than 50 years of medical experience. Being granted the title of national treasure, their status was undoubtedly high, and only they dared to defy authority.
“Hedrick, wait.” An elderly man with a weathered face and long white eyebrows that hung to his chest stopped Hedrick.
“Tyrell? What’s the matter?” Hedrick glanced at Tyrell with a complicated expression. This physician of the same age had gained fame across nations, while Hedrick himself, despite being the head of the main medical department, still fell short of Tyrell in terms of reputation and skill.
“We’re in the middle of a consultation; it’s not appropriate for you to leave like this,” Tyrell said indifferently.
“I can’t afford to defy the Count,” Hedrick didn’t want to go, but the Count had already given the order, could he refuse?
Tyrell calmly responded, “We were called here in the middle of the night, rushing over to save his daughter. I think Leonrique would understand.”
With that, Tyrell looked at the Count’s steward and said, “Go and tell your master that we’re in a consultation for Magda. Matters unrelated to this should wait until the consultation is over.”
The Count’s steward hesitated. He knew the identity of the young man and understood that the Count was pinning all his hopes on him at the moment, while this consultation was of little significance.
“Dr. Tyrell, this is the Count’s order,” the steward emphasized the word “order,” “The situation is urgent; please don’t make it difficult for me.”
“Urgent?” Tyrell chuckled, “Can you tell me why the Count wants to go to the Shadowless Syndrome ward now? That place has been sealed off and quarantined for several months. There must be a reason for outsiders to enter, right?”
“I’m just here to carry out orders; I don’t know anything else.”
“Then do as I say!”
Tyrell showed no respect, driving the man out of the conference room.
“Hedrick, medicine is sacred, and no authority should tarnish this holy land. As the head of a medical institution, you should uphold the sanctity of medicine.” After saying this, Tyrell turned and returned to his seat.
Hedrick’s face turned pale, and with a cold snort, he returned to the podium.
“Tyrell, is this really the right thing to do? You know as well as I do that Leonrique is not an enforcer of authority; he’s the most gentle Guardian in the history of Watthelmgrass.” Speaking was Caroline, who was sitting next to Tyrell and was another national treasure-level doctor present besides him.
“Leonrique is indeed excellent, but you should understand that he’s not the one I’m targeting,” Tyrell whispered in response.
“You’re talking about that young man? I caught a glimpse of him when I came in, a very handsome lad,” Caroline laughed.
“A young man? Turns out it’s just a young master,” Tyrell scoffed.
Caroline shook her head in disagreement, “You were right when you told Hedrick earlier that medicine is sacred. But I also hope you don’t forget the oath we made to the sanctuary when we joined: doctors shouldn’t have prejudices.”
“Prejudices should not exist, but that’s for patients. Do you think that young master is a patient?” Tyrell retorted sarcastically.
Caroline fell silent.
Hedrick returned to the main podium, formulating a treatment plan with everyone that they knew was ineffective but had to implement.
At this moment, with a “bang,” the door to the conference room was pushed open. Leonrique, with a gloomy expression, strode in, the young man nowhere to be seen behind him.
“Hedrick, are you going to defy even my words?” Leonrique glanced at Tyrell, suppressing his anger but directing it at Hedrick.
Even though the butler had already explained that it was Tyrell who was obstructing Hedrick, Leonrique couldn’t bear to be harsh with Tyrell, who was the last remaining national treasure in the royal court.
Hedrick had no defense, nor did he dare to push the responsibility onto Tyrell, so he could only offer a helpless smile.
“Come with me now; I want to go to the ‘Shadowless Syndrome’ ward immediately,” Leonrique ordered, not waiting for Hedrick’s response and commanding the knight escort to take him away.
Leonrique forcibly apprehended someone, a first for such a famously mild ruler.
All the medical professors present widened their eyes in surprise.
Tyrell’s face also fell, but before he could speak, Caroline gently stopped him, “Think about why Leonrique didn’t give you face. If it really has something to do with that young man, his identity might be more than just a prodigal.”
More than just a prodigal, that could mean an even higher royal court authority… Tyrell pondered for a moment, nodding to Caroline, indicating that he understood.
However, he still stood up and walked over to Leonrique, “Coincidentally, I have some ideas for treating Magda and need to see the previous Shadowless Syndrome patients to verify them. How about we go together?”
Leonrique looked deeply at Tyrell, and since Tyrell had used the reason of “treating Magda,” could he refuse?
Leonrique sighed inwardly, “In that case, let’s go together.”
After everyone left, Caroline looked at the conference room, which had instantly erupted into gossip, and whispered to the vice principal, “I’m a bit worried. I’ll go have a look; you continue to preside.”
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When Leonrique arrived back at the Shadowless Syndrome ward, he saw Angel playing with a little bird. He knew that the bird was not an ordinary seabird, as he could still vividly recall the illusion it had created when it sprinted earlier.
But others didn’t know that, especially Tyrell, who frowned deeply when he saw the seemingly “degenerate” young man playing with a bird wearing a gauze skirt, and muttered under his breath, “Indulging in pleasure leads to failure!”
Caroline, standing beside Tyrell, showed displeasure on her face for the first time. What was the favorite pastime of the royal court’s aristocratic degenerates nowadays? Raising birds. This young man not only kept birds but even dressed them in clothes! This caused the usually gentle Caroline to feel a hint of disgust.
“Lord Mask, the dean is here. Shall we go in and have a look now?” Leonrique asked earnestly.
Angel glanced at the few people who had suddenly appeared. He remembered the two older people, who seemed to be some sort of national treasure-level doctors. He had previously listened to their conversation and found it informative. So when he saw them, he smiled and nodded to them.
The two were taken aback for a moment, but Caroline immediately responded with a warm smile. Tyrell, however, wore a frosty expression, and even snorted softly through his nose.
Angel was baffled, his face full of question marks.
“Well, let’s go.” Angel didn’t bother to fuss over it and let Hedrick lead the way, entering the forbidden area of the Golden Cross Medical College – Ward No. 0, which had now been converted into the ‘Shadowless Syndrome’ ward.
Chapter 350 Magda Loses Consciousness <TOC> Chapter 352 Tyrell's Fury