Chapter 148


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    Chapter 148


    Suddenly, a long, warm hand covered her eves, plunging her world into darkness


    Howard spoke, “Don’t look at them, look at me.”


    Gwendolyn heard his voice, firm and reassuring. ‘Gwen, leave the rest to me”


    Howard took the microphone from her hands, his deep voice resonating through the speakers filling the


    grand hall, “I’ll present the evidence”


    All eyes and camems focused on him


    The doors of the conference room burst open, and Valor, forehead slick with sweat, hurried forward,


    clutching a supremely tacky stic bag as he handed it over to Howard


    “Mission aplished.” Valor wiped his brow and even gave Gwendolyn a conspiratorial wink.


    He had managed to deliver the goods just in time.


    Gwendolyn was utterly confused, having no clue what he had brought


    The reporters craned their necks to see, their cameras zooming in on the unassuming stic bag.


    Howard opened the bag, spilling out a stack of certificates, his cool voice reading aloud


    “This is a Traditional Medicine Mentorship Certificate…”


    “Apprenticeship Completion Certificate”


    “Medical Skills Position Qualification Certificate‘ and a ‘Medical Practitioner’s License.”


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    He pulled out a red certificate and stated, “This is the medical license you’ve all been so eager to see.”


    Howard flipped to the inside page


    It bore the name Gwendolyn, with a registration date from five years ago.


    Five years ago? Gwendolyn was stunned. The reporters in the room were equally taken aback.


    The viewers watching the live broadcast were in disbelief.


    Only Ferdinand, the vice president of the Health Association, looked dark and stormy, not even


    bothering to examine the certificates closely as he bellowed, “Ladies and gentlemen. Don’t be fooled by


    this couple. Our Health Association has never issued these certificates.”


    *So, these are all forgeries.


    Forgeries. Of course. That was the only logical exnation.


    The reporters‘ minds raced, their microphones nearly poking into the faces of Gwendolyn and Howard.


    “Gwendolyn, you’ve just graduated and don’t meet the conditions to apply for a medical license. A


    registration from five years ago is absurd. As everyone knows, you need a full year of internship before


    you can even take the exam.”


    “Mr. Chadwick, Mr. Ferdinand has personally confirmed that these are fake. What do you have to say


    for yourselve


    “If these are real, why didn’t you show them earlier to prove your innocence?” Sneering. Ferdinand’s


    lips curled into a contemptuous


    smirk.


    Thinking you could outy me?” he thought. “You are digging your own graves.”


    Gwendolyn’s lips tightened, and she reached out, gently tugging at Howard’s sleeve. She felt a mix of


    sorrow and guilt, believing that Mr. Chadwick had actually resorted to forgery for her sake.


    Howard appeared aloof and calm, his eyes betraying no emotion.


    “Who said there’s only one path to obtaining a medical license, he spoke, his voice as detached as the


    last snow on a high mountain peak


    So cold it was almost untouchable, sacrilegious


    Ferdinand let out a mockingugh as if watching Howard march towards his demise.


    With Lifespan Locust Pharmacy destroyed, his funds had dried up.


    Cutting off his livelihood was akin to killing his loved ones. He’d harbored resentment against Howard


    and Gwendolyn for a long time. He stood up, his voice booming louder, “Indeed, there are two paths to


    obtaining a medical license. The first is graduation from an redited school andpleting the


    required intership. The second is even more demanding, requiring mentorship from a physician with


    years of clinical experience…”


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    “As far as I know, Gwendolyn is a graduate of Bayridge University’s medical school, a country girl from


    a backwater vige. Where would she find the opportunity to be apprenticed to a renowned physician?


    Which blind fool would take her as a disciple?”


    Ferdinand spoke confidently, convincing most of the audience.


    But the way Howard looked at him was akin to staring at a dead man.


    On the back wall of the grand conference room, the quartz clock’s hands were aligned Howard’s lips


    curled into a slight smile, and that renowned physician was neverte It was time for his arrival


    ng. The doors of the conference room swung open


    An elderly man dressed in a white uniform, his white hair betraying his years but his posture exuding


    vitality, stepped into view.


    His voice, weathered yet powerful, filled the room, “What if I am that blind fool?”