This family started out in real estate and tourism. Despite their focus being at the border, they'd expanded their business across the country and into neighboring nations. Their wealth was beyond what most people could imagine.

"But then why did she learn such advanced medical skills?" Lilah asked skeptically.

“She might not be the Hanson family's biological daughter, but possibly adopted. There's probably a complicated backstory there, a family secret that needs uncovering," Gerard thoroughly stated.

Lilah furrowed her brow.

The story of Dr. Hanson seemed eerily parallel to hers. Both were adopted, only to realize later they weren't their families' biological children. Was there a destined connection between them?

"Oh, here they are!" Devonte exclaimed suddenly.

Lilah glanced upward and spotted Cyrus emerging from behind the screen under the guidance of the young woman from earlier. However, the old man's expression seemed grim.

“How did it go, Cyrus?" Lilah hurried over, her tone urgent.

Everyone gathered around, their eyes filled with anticipation.

Devonte's impatience was palpable. “Hey, can you say something? What's the deal? What did the doctor say? Did she give us treatment instructions? Come on!"

Kyler intervened, gripping Devonte's collar. "Why the rush? Let Cyrus explain."

A hush fell over the crowd. Everyone stared intently at Cyrus.

Typically articulate, he now struggled, faltering as if unsure how to articulate the words.

He replayed the recent experience in his mind, his thoughts swirling.

“The doctor wore a mask, with only her eyes showing. A thin veil separated us, and when she checked my pulse, she quickly diagnosed Winter Wood Poisoning. After that..."

After that, she had instructed him to stand and turn around, while her assistant lifted his jacket to reveal his back for her to inspect.

After that, she jotted down notes on a medical chart. He had waited nervously for more than ten minutes, until she finally dismissed him, promising to get in touch later.

Devonte seethed with frustration. "What kind of lousy doctor is this? Clearly just a quack. Let's go find her and demand some answers. She's made us waste our time and energy for nothing!"

As he stormed off angrily, Devonte found himself blocked by the young woman.

"Sir, could you please try to relax?" Her expression turned dark as she locked eyes with Devonte, an icy chill emanating from her gaze.

Devonte, now past the point of reason, was fuming. He gritted his teeth and spoke in a cold voice. "Move aside, girl. I'm going to find your so-called doctor and demand answers. This is troubling my old heart!"

“I regret to inform you that Dr. Hanson does not see visitors from outside," she declared with firmness in her voice.

“Devonte, relax," Gerard interjected, moving closer and restraining Devonte. He then addressed the girt.

“What exactly does Dr. Hanson mean? We've traveled a long way, and it would be a shame to leave without clarity. Could you please assist us in finding out?"