The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King

As the old saying goes, when a man is lustful, the answer is when he is hanging on the wall.

For various reasons, these so-called authorities in traditional medicine across the U.S. had completely ignored Tracy up to this point.

So when Holbrook introduced Tracy and stated bluntly that she was his master, the room fell into stunned silence.

Bernard, furrowing his brows, was the first to speak. "Dr. Davis, now is really not the time for jokes."

"President," Holbrook replied with a bitter smile, "I'm not joking. Miss Linch is truly a rare genius in acupuncture."

He didn't repeat the word master aloud, but the implication hung heavily in the air.

If these people were to witness Tracy's needle techniques firsthand, Holbrook was certain they'd be floored by her ability.

The group once again turned their scrutinizing eyes toward Tracy, confusion written all over their faces.

Tracy responded with a gentle nod. "Dear colleagues, I was fortunate enough to learn a few unique acupuncture methods. So, perhaps I do have a slight edge when it comes to acupuncture."

Her tone was humble.

But instead of easing their doubts, her modesty only made their expressions even more suspicious.