How Death Became My Rebirth by Evelyn Florence

Chapter 467

“If | cure the patient you've brought, and | win, you guys get lost and stay away from Whitecrane Hall. Sounds

good?” Cassandra suggested.

Adrian did squick thinking. Winning could mean shutting down Whitecrane Hall, allowing them to dominate

the market of Drieso.

After all, without the famed Dr. Quirke around, how capable could Hugo's apprentice be?

But something about Cassandra seemed familiar, though he couldn't place where he'd seen her before.

The crowd was flabbergasted, wondering, ‘Who is she exactly?’

The crowd was abuzz with conversation. “Isn't that Cassandra Yates? She knows traditional medicine too?”

“| also recognize her. Cassandra is practicing traditional medicine? Seriously?”

“Are you guys fans of her? No one can be that skilled in so many areas. Just use your brains. Traditional medicine

isn’t something you can master just by being smart because it needs years of experience.”

“I think so too. She seems to be making a joke at a tlike this!”

“Let’s just watch. | have a feeling there's going to be a twist!”

“Oh, no! | can’t miss this. I'm starting a live stream now. This topic is going to explode, and this would be the

perfect chance to attract followers!”

While saying this, this woman immediately took out her phone and started a live stream, tagging “Everything

about Cassandra.”

Soon, her live room was flooded with fans eager to see what was going on.

Cassandra, noticing the Adrian’s silence, urged, “Have you decided? If not, take your patient and leave.”

Adrian had just overheard the conversation, pondering, ‘This was Cassandra Yates! Leveraging her influence

could skyrocket my fame!’

“Fine, but you must keep your word. We're not bringing in any exceptionally difficult cases, and you can’t

deliberately make things hard for us,” Adrian insisted, wanting to ensure no foul play.

“Don’t worry. Your people will go with Hugo to pick the patient you want. How about that?” Cassandra offered a

fair solution, giving them the final say.

“Deal!” agreed Adrian.

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He was surprised that Cassandra seemed to be unfazed about this agreement.

“So, do | start treating this patient, or do you want to switch to another?” She knew these guys would not be kind

enough to only prepare one patient for this challenge.

“Switch. This patient has been under Hugo's care. Taking over now would seem like cheating,” Adrian said,

signaling his people to bring forward another patient.

Cassandra suddenly asked, “Dr. who? Please tellhow to address you?”

Just got here, and she knew nobody.

“Dr. Blackwood,” Adrian replied arrogantly, eyeing Cassandra.

“Okay,” Cassandra nodded.

Adrian’s team brought in a person covered in pustules, his face swollen and emitting a foul odor, causing the

onlookers to step back from the stench.

Even Adrian couldn't hide his disgust.

The live chat exploded with reactions to the unpleasant sight:

[Yikes, no disrespect to the patient, but | can’t handle this!]

[Suddenly, my Starbucks doesn’t taste as good. Do | swallow or spit it out?]

[My pancake... How am | supposed to eat now?]

[This is scarier than a zombie. How can she even treat this?]

[I’m curious about Cassandra’s plan. This seems impossible!]

[I myself study traditional medicine. Sorry to all my teachers, | can’t even look straight at this.]

[It's so gross, I'm going insane!]

[I’m from Juset University. Cassandra studied traditional medicine. But | doubt if she will be able to deal with this

situation. ]

[It must be really terrible to see it since you guys here stepped back just now.]

[We were repelled by the stink. | just arrived at Whitecrane Hall and almost passed out.]

[Just the fact that Cassandra isn’t fazed by this wins her points in my book.]

[Cassandra graduated from the Traditional Medicine Department of Juset University. The professors said there's

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nothing left to teach her.]

[Really? Is that even possible?!]

Adrian smirked triumphantly at Cassandra, his gaze filled with disdain, “Ms. Yates, please.”

“Yes.” Cassandra’s voice was really calm.

Cassandra approached, noting the patient's swollen wrists made it impossible to diagnose from his pulse. She

felt his labored breathing which was likely to stop at any moment.

Cassandra sighed, deciding to find a breakthrough from the patient's statement. The patient confessed, “I've

eaten...swild gmeats before. And the last time, it was a bat, which led to this. Doctor, please save me.”

He was desperate for help. Having lived in this state for half a year, he feared death was near.

His family had abandoned him, and even his neighbors treated him like a monster.

He would be willing to give everything to his savior.

Cassandra frowned at the severity of his condition, the foul smell from his mouth nearly overwhelming.

“Your habit of eating wild gmust have been long-standing. And eating wild rabbits is one thing, but bats?

Are you serious?” Cassandra couldn't help but chastise him. Such dietary choices were unthinkable and had led

to his current plight.

“Yes, yes, I'm begging you to save me,” the patient pleaded, attempting to kneel but crying out in pain as his

sores throbbed excruciatingly.

“Stand up,” Cassandra instructed, then turned to Hugo, “Get my gloves and a mask.”

The pustules hadn't burst yet, posing no risk of spreading, but that could change once they were drained.

“Hand out medical masks to everyone,” she told Scarlett.

Then, she addressed the crowd, “I'll be draining the pus from the patient's sores later. We can’t be sure if it's

airborne, so | need everyone to step back and maintain a safe distance.”

She had a large bucket prepared with a protective cover, though a modest precaution, to prevent splashes.

Hugo returned with what Cassandra requested and her silver needles as well, which had been disinfected here

since its owner had been resting at hthose days.

Hugo knew these were exactly what she wanted.