Chapter 251: A Pack of Mad Dogs
Jeff stormed toward the Feazer Medical Clinic with his disciples flanking him like a pack of wolves on the hunt. His face was grim, his stride unrelenting.
Inside the clinic, Holbrook had just finished writing a prescription when he heard the commotion outside. His eyes narrowed in frustration as he recognized the familiar voices. Slamming the clipboard down, he marched out of the hall, his voice laced with fury.
"You people again? Damn it—you're like flies in a toilet! Can't you just leave us in peace?"
His glare cut straight through the crowd of intruders—members of the Traditional Medicine Associations from both the U.S. and abroad. He didn't bother to hide his contempt. As far as he was concerned, they were nothing more than parasites trying to stir up trouble.
Jeff, however, couldn't care less about Holbrook's attitude. Ignoring the insult, he strode up to the gate with a cold, commanding tone. "Get Miss Linch. I want to speak with her."
Holbrook snorted. "What, you think you can summon Miss Linch like she's your servant? Who the hell do you think you are? This is America, not your foreign piss yard!"
He had no idea why Jeff had returned. Last time, they came to challenge Tracy over her acupuncture skills. He figured it was just more of the same nonsense. But still—losing a challenge and coming back like sore losers? What a joke.
Enough is enough, he thought.
He glanced toward a tall green tree not far from the entrance, and a smirk crept across his lips. Underneath it, a stray dog was lifting its leg, peeing without a care in the world.
Jeff noticed it too.
Even though he spoke mostly French, the symbolism of Holbrook's taunt was perfectly clear. The comparison to dogs wasn't lost on him. His expression darkened.