Open Your Eyes and See Who I Am

"My medical skills aren't refined enough?" Dr. Rowan Lin looked at Lana Evans, his face caught between laughter and disbelief.

Lana Evans nodded seriously: "That's right. Your medical skills aren't as good as Dr. Oscar Young's, so it's no wonder you misdiagnosed. Nothing to be surprised about."

Dr. Oscar Young immediately puffed up, tapping his own round forehead: "Exactly! My skills as Miracle Doctor Young are second to none. Ordinary doctors can't even compare!"

Just as Dr. Young finished his boast, a little boy suddenly shot out, landing a swift kick right in Dr. Young's belly. He shouted, "What kind of Miracle Doctor are you? With your fat head and big ears, greedy eyes, and zero medical ethics—how dare you call yourself a doctor!"

Quentin Lin may be young, but his martial skills are nothing to scoff at. That kick sent Dr. Young rolling across the floor.

Lana Evans let out a sharp gasp. She'd never dreamed that the boy Mrs. Wang brought along would be so gutsy, sending Dr. Young flying right in front of everyone.

But Quentin Lin wasn't finished. He charged over, grabbed Dr. Young by the collar, his little face fierce: "You dog, you call yourself a Miracle Doctor? Have you ever consulted the Lin Family of Healers? Would the Medical Sage ever recognize you as one of his own?"

"The Lin Family of Healers?" Dr. Oscar Young's face went pale at the mention, his bravado crumbling.

In the world of medicine, the Lin Family of Healers was the true king—untouchable and revered.

Every doctor knew the unspoken rule: you'd rather offend a prince than cross the Lin Family of Healers.

Offend the Lin Family of Healers, and with just one word from them, you're blacklisted for life! Kiss your career as a doctor goodbye—might as well pack up and sell cabbages instead.

Dr. Oscar Young wasn't good for much except medicine. If he pissed off the Lin Family of Healers, he'd be finished—no way out, not even a chance to beg for mercy. Face ghostly pale, he stuttered at Quentin Lin, "L-Little warrior, how do you know about the Lin Family at your age? Dare I ask, what exactly is your connection to them?"

Quentin Lin shot him a glare, eyes wide: "My surname is Lin—yes, that Lin, the Medical Sage's Lin Family! Got a bone to pick with that?"

Dr. Oscar Young let out a strangled yelp and plopped down on the ground, eyes glazed over and mind spinning—he was out of it for a good while.

All he'd done was pocket a bit of silver to fudge some testimony—how on earth did he end up running smack into the Lin Family of Healers!?

What rotten luck!

Lana Evans, seeing the situation spiral, rushed over and hissed at Dr. Oscar Young, "Why are you losing it? Scared of a five-year-old just because his last name is Lin? He's not a Li, not the emperor's brat—look at you! Remember, you took my silver, so get it done and don't mess this up, got it?"

Dr. Oscar Young's lips quivered as he mumbled, "You just don't get it... You're an outsider girl, what do you know..."

For a doctor, crossing someone named Lin was even worse than offending the emperor's own son.

Still, Dr. Oscar Young had eaten his share of rice over the decades. Seeing Quentin Lin was just a little kid, he figured maybe he could bluff the boy and wriggle out of this mess.

Too bad Quentin Lin was no pushover. He jabbed a finger at Dr. Oscar Young and barked, "You say Lana Evans is sick? Then spill it—what exactly is wrong with her?"

Dr. Oscar Young tried to wriggle out of it, waving his hands, "Ah, Young Master Lin, you're just a kid—if I explained, you wouldn't get it! Lana Evans is really sick, I swear! That other doctor behind you was just a rookie and made a mistake—I'm telling the truth!"

"My skills are shallow?" Dr. Rowan Lin looked at Dr. Oscar Young with a sneer. "You, Zhang—acting like this and you call yourself a doctor!? What a disgrace! Open those dog eyes of yours and see who you're talking to!"