“President Foster, let’s go, let’s check it out together,” William Clark said confidently, his whole demeanor radiating a mysterious aura that instantly filled Brian Cooper and Emily Foster with confidence.

The top floor of the Antique City was a very mysterious place for William Clark. Although he had worked at the Antique City for several months, he had never been up there. He had only heard bits and pieces from staff who came to the infirmary for medicine: the facilities on the top floor were extremely luxurious, comparable to a five-star hotel, and the Antique City used it specifically to receive important VIP guests.

When they talked about it, William Clark always thought they were exaggerating. But once he went up, he realized not only were they not exaggerating, they were actually being too modest—this place surpassed even five-star hotels.

William Clark followed Emily Foster to Room 3. Upon entering, William Clark’s first impression was that it was huge—the whole room covered about 100 square meters, divided into an inner and outer section. The inner part was a bedroom, the outer part a reception room. The reception room was not only absurdly large, but also extravagantly decorated, with all high-end genuine leather sofas and rosewood furniture. The floor was covered with a luxurious carpet, making it extremely comfortable and soft to walk on.

There were seven or eight people sitting in the reception room. ‘Teacher White’, ‘Teacher Mason’, and others were all present, each frowning and silently smoking. Even though the room had a very advanced ventilation system, it was still filled with swirling smoke. When they saw Emily Foster leading William Clark in, they all nodded at them.

William Clark sat down on the sofa with Emily Foster. From the bedroom came the sound of conversation. William Clark glanced over and saw several figures inside: two doctors in white coats, a nurse, and a staff member from the Antique City. One was a middle-aged man in his fifties, the other a young man in his thirties.

The man in his thirties walked up to the patient, his face full of joy, and said, “Teacher Carter, this is Director Howard from Deep Sea People’s Hospital. Director Howard is a very famous digestive system specialist, not just in Deep Sea but nationwide. With him here, you can rest easy!” After speaking, he turned to the staff member beside him and said, “Someone must be here 24 hours a day. Arrange the shifts properly.”

Doctor Howard took a pair of sterilized gloves, calmly put them on, then picked up the medical records and flipped through them page by page, casually asking, “Why here? Why not hospitalized?”

In the living room, Teacher White answered, “We went, but after a whole night of IV drips, it didn’t help at all. Old Carter refused to stay any longer.” After Teacher White finished, the two doctors in the bedroom both looked a bit embarrassed.

Doctor Howard didn’t reply, but went straight to Teacher Carter’s bedside. He checked the IV bottle’s label, looked at the patient’s complexion, then took a small flashlight from the medical kit and lifted the patient’s eyelid to check the eyes. He asked, “How’s the patient’s stool?”

“Yellow-green, watery, with foam. Thirteen times since yesterday afternoon,” the nurse in the bedroom replied.

Director Howard walked to the bedside and asked, “How are you feeling now?”

“Dizzy, tired, no strength at all…”

“What’s the patient’s temperature?” Director Howard asked without looking up.

“It’s been fluctuating between 38.8 and 39.5 degrees,” the nurse said, checking the record book on the table.

“Have you done an ‘occult blood stool test’ and ‘bacterial smear’?”

“Yes, here are the test results,” one of the doctors in the bedroom handed some lab reports and films to Director Howard.

Director Howard took the test results and walked out of the bedroom, flipping through them as he walked. Seeing Director Howard leave, everyone in the bedroom except the staff member followed him out.

The people in the living room saw Director Howard come out from the inner room and all stood up and walked over. “Director Howard, how is it? Any results?”

Director Howard put down the test results in his hand, thought for a moment, and said, “From the test results, the patient should have acute gastroenteritis, which has caused the beneficial bacteria in the intestines to become almost nonexistent, while harmful bacteria have multiplied. It’s clear that the bacterial balance in the patient’s intestines is severely disrupted. This is a typical case of gastroenteritis leading to intestinal flora imbalance, resulting in persistent high fever.”

The two doctors nearby both nodded in admiration, and the young man in his thirties looked even more pleased after hearing Director Howard’s words. “I told you! With Director Howard on the case, there’s no illness he can’t handle.”

“That person is Chris Brooks, and the one over there is probably the doctor he brought in. Little William, what do you think? Are you confident?” Emily Foster whispered in William Clark’s ear.

“President Foster, don’t worry,” William Clark said.

“Alright.” Seeing William Clark’s expression, Emily Foster exhaled and slowly relaxed. Ever since William Clark returned from Central South Province, perhaps because he had integrated George Washington’s memories, he had gained a scholarly aura. When he spoke, there was an inexplicable persuasiveness about him. If some lifelong scholars saw him, they would be shocked—what appeared in William Clark was the righteous energy that only true great scholars possess—vast and awe-inspiring righteousness.