Director Howard saw several well-known experts put aside their pride and line up just to request a character, and suddenly thought of his son who was learning calligraphy. But as a celebrity in the domestic medical field and an authority on the digestive system in Deep Sea City, Director Howard felt that if he let a junior doctor treat him, he would lose not only face but also dignity. If someone with ulterior motives found out, rumors could spread and who knows what people would say! Saying that he, an authority on the digestive system, had an undeserved reputation would be the least of it—his reputation would suffer a huge blow.

So when Director Howard saw those experts all lining up, he still hesitated, standing there, deep in thought. After a fierce internal struggle, Director Howard gritted his teeth and joined the end of the line. Faced with the choice between his son's future and his own reputation, he chose his son. Perhaps this is a unique feature of China! For their children, parents can give up everything, even their lives, let alone such external things.

Chris Brooks saw the situation suddenly change dramatically. Not only were the experts all convinced by a young man who had always ranked among the bottom three in school, but even Director Howard, whom he relied on, had joined the line. At this point, even if Chris Brooks was slow, he realized that William Clark was not simple. In no time, everyone in the room had gone to line up, leaving him standing there foolishly.

William Clark saw that Emily Foster and all the experts had lined up, and even Director Howard was at the end of the line. He knew in his heart that they were here for his calligraphy, and couldn't help but show a wry smile: “President Foster, esteemed experts, what are you all...?” Though he said this, he felt a bit helpless inside—he hadn't expected his calligraphy to be even more attractive than his medical skills.

“Little Xiao—oh no, Expert Clark, I really am sick. Please take a look at me and prescribe me some Chinese medicine. I love drinking Chinese medicine the most,” Emily Foster said with a shameless grin.

“Yes, Doctor Clark, all of us have some minor ailments. Please do us the favor of checking us out and prescribing some medicine!” Teacher White said seriously, but the slight smile at the corner of his mouth when he mentioned the prescription betrayed him.

“Yes!” “Yes, Doctor Clark, please take a look at us...” As soon as Teacher White finished, a chorus of agreement followed.

Hearing everyone say this, William Clark shook his head helplessly and said, “Alright! Then I'll take a look at all of you.”

Chapter Fourteen: A Doctor's Benevolence

William Clark had Emily Foster sit down and extend his left hand. William Clark half-closed his eyes, pinched Emily Foster's wrist with his right hand for just over ten seconds, then picked up a brush and began writing swiftly on paper. The brush landed lightly, and with an air of elegance, he wrote down several medicinal ingredients before handing the prescription to Emily Foster: “You've recently caught a chill, which has caused dizziness, fatigue, and loss of appetite. I've prescribed you three doses of medicine—take them and you'll be fine. Remember to take the medicine as prescribed.”

Emily Foster received the prescription with a beaming smile, folded it carefully, and put it in his pocket, full of admiration: “Doctor Clark is amazing—he knows just by feeling the pulse.”

William Clark nodded. The next patient was Teacher Mason. Teacher Mason stepped forward and extended his left hand. William Clark's touch was precise; he closed his eyes and gently placed his hand on the pulse. After half a minute, William Clark removed his fingers, paused in thought with his eyes still closed, then opened them, picked up the brush, wrote a prescription, and handed it to Teacher Mason: “Teacher Mason, you've had blood stasis for about ten years now! Oh, that's osteophyte formation.”

“Doctor Clark, you're incredible. Now that I think about it, it's been almost exactly ten years,” Teacher Mason said in amazement.

“Mm,” William Clark nodded and said, “Take the medicine as prescribed, come back in half a month for a new prescription, and you should be cured in a month.”

“Really? My old problem can be cured?” Teacher Mason stood up with a start, looking shocked.

“Yes, take the medicine as prescribed, it shouldn't be a problem,” William Clark replied with a proud smile.

The others didn't have any major issues. Only Teacher King, from years of practicing calligraphy, had some cervical misalignment. William Clark had Teacher King sit properly on a wooden stool, rub his hands together until his palms were warm, then patted Teacher King's back and massaged the major acupoints along his back. After finishing, he stood up and said, “Don't practice calligraphy for the next three days. After three days, gradually resume practice, and you should be fine.”

Director Howard watched William Clark treat patients with a look of shock. William Clark didn't ask about the cause or symptoms—just by feeling the pulse, he knew the illness. This was no less impressive than the national master physician he had met years ago. That master was already over seventy, while William Clark was, at most, not yet thirty. One can imagine the shock William Clark brought him.

Although he had already set aside his personal reputation, when it was his turn, he still stammered, not knowing what to say. Just then, Chris Brooks, who had been standing there, suddenly rushed in front of William Clark and knelt down with a thud: “Divine Doctor Clark, please, help me!”

Chris Brooks had watched William Clark treat patients from behind—even difficult problems like osteophyte formation could be cured in a month. Chris Brooks felt a surge of hope; maybe his own unspeakable problem could be cured too. Thinking of this, he no longer cared about his pride and quickly knelt before William Clark.

William Clark looked at the kneeling Chris Brooks, frowned slightly, and said, “Get up first, sit down!”

“Thank you, Divine Doctor Clark, thank you...” Chris Brooks was thrilled to hear William Clark agree.

William Clark looked at Chris Brooks's face for a while, placed his hand on his wrist, and after a moment said, “Right hand.”