"Xiaoyuan, what nonsense are you spouting? Your usual mischief is one thing, but if you’re going to ruin the business your father built up with such hard work, I, Old Qian, will be the first to not let you off! You should know that Yaoxiang Pavilion has its current status not just because of the head of the family—us old bones have put in plenty of effort too! Enough, step aside, there are still so many patients waiting to be seen."

Eleanor Brooks was clearly very attached to Yaoxiang Pavilion, but he had no patience for William Clark. Like father, like son—Eleanor Brooks had more than once felt regret for Henry Clark.

Today, this brat was causing trouble for him again, even making wild claims that he was harming people. How could he possibly show a good face? If it weren’t for Henry Clark’s sake, he would have slapped William Clark out the door long ago.

As for Eleanor Brooks’s reaction, William Clark had already expected it and didn’t care about those sarcastic remarks—after all, his predecessor really was quite a piece of work.

If Eleanor Brooks’s diagnosis didn’t affect the reputation of Yaoxiang Pavilion, William Clark wouldn’t have stuck his neck out and would have continued being a good-for-nothing.

If they followed his prescription, not only would the burly man in front of them not be saved, but the poison would only worsen, and he probably wouldn’t make it through the night.

For Yaoxiang Pavilion, beast hunters were an important source of customers. Beast hunters faced danger every day—injuries were commonplace, and for them, healing salves, restorative pills, and even antidotes were all essential supplies. This was also a major source of income for the The Clark Family.

If this burly man died in Yaoxiang Pavilion, it would deal a huge blow to the The Clark Family’s reputation among beast hunters, and some competitors might even use it to attack Yaoxiang Pavilion, which would be a major loss.

With this in mind, William Clark had no choice but to step forward and correct Eleanor Brooks’s misdiagnosis.

William Clark hadn’t said much yet, but Lucy at his side couldn’t hold back, pouting as she said to Eleanor Brooks, "Young master is not talking nonsense. If he says so, he must have his reasons."

William Clark glanced at Lucy in surprise, thinking to himself how much this little girl trusted him. His predecessor had played plenty of tricks on her before, and with his reputation, Lucy still believed him?

Trust aside, William Clark also knew that Lucy’s words had escalated the situation. Masters were not to be disrespected, let alone questioned repeatedly by two juniors.

Sure enough, Eleanor Brooks’s face darkened to the point it looked like water might drip from it. He said in a deep voice, "You ignorant little girl, why don’t you tell me—how exactly am I harming people? This Seven Venom Drifting Cloud Python’s poison, even Henry Clark would treat it the same way here. You two snot-nosed brats dare to question my prescription? If you can’t give a proper explanation today, you’d better be ready for a beating!"

Although Eleanor Brooks was usually aloof, he disdained to use harsh means on servants, and no one in the The Clark Family dared offend him. But today, these two youngsters had embarrassed him, and if he didn’t assert his authority, he wouldn’t be able to stand firm in the The Clark Family anymore.

The burly man hadn’t expected such a commotion and stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do—why were his own people fighting first?

Although Eleanor Brooks’s reputation in the capital didn’t match Henry Clark’s, he was still well-known and highly regarded in Yaoxiang Pavilion. On one side was a renowned master, on the other, a snot-nosed kid—any fool would know whom to trust.

The burly man hadn’t known who the young man in front of him was, but after Eleanor Brooks’s outburst, he realized—so this was the good-for-nothing son of Master Clark?

As a beast hunter, he naturally wasn’t ignorant of the capital’s affairs. This young master’s reputation was probably even bigger than Master Brooks’s.

Such a wastrel actually dared to question Master Brooks’s diagnosis—was this brat just bored, or did he really want to get him killed?

Thinking this, the burly man was instantly furious. He hadn’t provoked anyone, yet now his life was at risk for no reason. This brat was young, but how vicious his heart was!

"This young man, Master Brooks is treating me right now, so please don’t disturb us!" The burly man’s tone was low, and though his words were polite, it was clear he wanted them gone.

It was only because the The Clark Family’s influence was not something he could afford to offend—otherwise, his words would have been much harsher.

"Hey, brave man, please wait a moment. I, Eleanor Brooks, have devoted my life to the art of alchemy and have treated countless mortals and warriors. Never have I been slandered as someone who harms others. William Clark, today you’d better explain—how exactly am I harming him!"

Eleanor Brooks’s stubbornness was clearly flaring up—he wouldn’t rest until he taught William Clark a lesson.

"This... Master Brooks, the poison in my body grows more dangerous with every moment’s delay. Please, master, don’t get angry—help me expel the poison first. They’re just two ignorant youngsters, talking nonsense." The burly man hadn’t expected Master Brooks to take it so seriously and could only try to persuade him.

But Eleanor Brooks waved his hand dismissively and said, "Don’t worry, it won’t take much time. I’m fairly confident with this poison—I won’t let you die from it. But if this matter isn’t made clear today, how could I have the face to sit here and consult in the future?"

With that, he turned to William Clark, his face dark as thunder. "Go ahead and speak! If you can’t give a proper explanation, don’t blame me for using my seniority and complaining to your father!"