The chief healer's expression twisted in disbelief. Could it be that this guy is more than just an inexperienced kid? Is he actually a prodigy with real talent? The excited buzz from the crowd around him only added to his anxiety as he struggled to keep up with Matthew's rapid diagnosis.
"You've got kidney deficiency."
"You're dealing with gastric."
"You've burned the midnight oil—your liver's taking a hit."
Matthew was on fire, diagnosing people in mere seconds and offering quick solutions. Each correct assessment left everyone astonished.
Meanwhile, the chief healer was still stuck with his traditional methods, needing to ask questions and sometimes even requiring patients to undress for a proper check-up. His meticulous approach felt sluggish compared to Matthew's instinctive and fast assessments.
As the crowd's faith in the chief healer began to waver, whispers started to ripple through.
"Why does it feel like that kid is faster than the chief healer?"
"Maybe he really does know what he's talking about?"
The crowd's skepticism, initially sown by the chief healer's authority, began to unravel as they watched Matthew confidently display his skills.
The incense stick lit by one of the witch clan's members was about wholly burned out, signaling that the chief healer's time was running short. His face darkened with frustration; he couldn't accept losing without a fight.
A flicker of malice crossed his eyes as he subtly signaled toward the alley behind him.
As the last of the incense smoke faded, the tension in the crowd escalated.
"Something feels off—maybe the chief healer isn't well today!"
"Can we reschedule? He must be having an off day!"
Still, their frantic pleas couldn't change the tide of confidence building around Matthew. The chief healer glanced at the shadows of the alley, where an old woman stood.
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