"I've heard the Rhelasian martial arts are amazing. She must be from Rhelasia!"

The nations of Rhelasia and Eldermere were geographically close, so it was a common mistake for Valerians to confuse the two. Caitlin wasn't one for correcting strangers, but hearing this, she turned her head slightly and stated, clearly and firmly, "I'm from Eldermere."

"Wow! So she's from Eldermere!"

"That was so cool!"

"I didn't know Eldemerian martial arts were so powerful!"

Olivia's mother, finally snapping out of her shock, rushed over and hugged her daughter, sobbing with relief. She then took Olivia's hand and bowed repeatedly to Caitlin. "Thank you! Thank you so much for what you did!"

Caitlin helped her up. "It's alright. Just be sure to keep a close eye on her when you're out. That was far too dangerous."

"I will, I promise," the young mother said, nodding. "My name is Zelda, and this is my daughter, Olivia. May I ask your name? Which hotel are you staying at? Could I please have your contact information?" She had to repay the woman who had saved her daughter's life.

"It's enough to know that I'm from Eldermere," Caitlin replied, not offering her name. She turned to Celeste. "March, let's go."

"Okay, Catie." Celeste took her friend's arm.

As they walked away from the crowd, Celeste squeezed her arm excitedly. "Catie, you were so awesome back there! You completely stunned those locals; they were speechless!" It wasn't just the locals; Celeste had been blown away too. It reminded her of the first time she'd met Caitlin.

Caitlin raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Was it that dramatic?"

"Yes! Absolutely!" Celeste lamented, "It just happened so fast, I didn't even have time to get my phone out to record it."

Zelda kissed her daughter's cheek, then turned and gave one last, deep bow in the direction of Caitlin's retreating figure. "Olivia, remember this. The person who saved you is from Eldermere."

The crowd slowly dispersed, leaving only a tall, imposing figure standing in the same spot. The deep brim of his hat shadowed his eyes. Holding a walking stick, he looked like a nobleman who had stepped straight out of an old Valerian oil painting.

The next morning, Celia arrived at the hotel right on time to pick up Caitlin.

Celeste was still lounging in bed. "Celia, I don't know anything about medicine, so I think I'll stay here." She was a considerate person; she knew Brock's situation was critical and the Palmer family wouldn't be in any mood to entertain guests. It was best not to get in the way.

"Alright, then," Celia said. "Once things with Brock are settled, I'll take you both sightseeing."

The Palmer family's castle was only three kilometers from the hotel, but the estate was so vast that the car had to navigate a winding series of roads for several minutes before reaching the inner courtyard.

A butler immediately came forward to open the car door.

Celia led Caitlin inside, and soon they arrived at Brock's bedroom. When they entered, they found not only the doctors attending to Brock but also an unexpected visitor.

"Miss Palmer, you've returned."

"Miss Vance," Celia acknowledged the woman. The visitor was none other than Rosemary.

Celia then led Caitlin to Mrs. Palmer. "Mother, this is the miracle doctor from Eldermere I told you about, Miss Gonzales."

A miracle doctor from Eldermere?

Rosemary's expression soured as her gaze fell on Caitlin. The girl looked eighteen, nineteen at most What medical expertise could she possibly possess? Celia must st have been scammed. Rosemary wasn't the only one with a look of disbelief; the other docto in the room shared

her skepticism. To call such a young girl a miracle doctor was laughable. They had been worried Celia might actually bring in a renowned expert, but this... this was just a greenhorn.

Mrs. Palmer, who had been sitting by the bed, immediately stood up. "Miss Gonzales, hello."

"Mrs. Palmer, a pleasure. I'm Freya."

Freya!

A look of pure shock flashed across Rosemary's face. No wonder. No wonder she felt like she had seen Caitlin somewhere before. It was the little bastard from the Gonzales family.

Mrs. Palmer's eyes were red with exhaustion and worry. She looked back at the man in the bed. "Brock has been unconscious for several days now. I'm begging you, please save him."

"Rest assured, I will do everything I can."

Caitlin set down her medical bag, took out a small silk pillow, and placed it under Brock's wrist to begin taking his pulse.

After a long moment, she released his wrist.

"Miss Gonzales," Mrs. Palmer asked anxiously, "how is he? What is wrong with him?"

They had consulted countless

doctors and had even brought in a

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mystic. Some said Brock was suffering from a rare, hereditary family disease. Others claimed he wasnt sick at all but had been cursed. No one had been able to give them a definitive diagnosis.

Caitlin took two golden needles from her medical bag. "Mr. Brock's condition is quite complex. If you'll give me a few more minutes, I can give you a precise answer."

"Of course," Mrs. Palmer nodded.

Caitlin held the needles and carefully inserted them into acupuncture points on both of Brock's wrists.

Seeing this, the other doctors in the room exchanged disdainful glances. One of them a man named Francis leaned over and whispered to his colleague, "The people of Eldermere certainly love their smoke and mirrors."

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Did she really think two needles could diagnose Brock's illness? What a joke.