The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 703

But in reality, Mary was quite pleased.

She just felt a slight twinge of jealousy. "I was the one who gave you your start in medicine, yet you use traditional techniques far more often than conventional ones."

Claire wrapped her arms around Mary's neck. "I just use whatever tool works best for the job, don't I?"

The older woman was easily pacified.

There was no real reason to be upset anyway.

She should be happy for her old neighbor, knowing that Claire had truly inherited his legacy.

As for herself, there were plenty of people studying conventional surgery these days, and no shortage of medical geniuses among them. She wasn't going to force her granddaughter down that path.

"Then I'll leave it in your capable hands, Claire," Dr. Duncan said, absolutely delighted.

He wasn't opposed to traditional medicine; he only studied conventional medicine because he believed it was the best way to save lives.

But traditional medicine wasn't something just anyone could master.

To put it bluntly, without natural talent, a person wouldn't even be able to take a pulse to confirm a pregnancy.

If someone like that opened a clinic, they would only end up as a quack.

One wrong move, and it would be a medical malpractice lawsuit.

Because Dr. Duncan held no prejudice against traditional medicine, he was more than willing to accept Claire's treatment plan.

Plus, he had been in the operating room and witnessed Claire assisting Mary firsthand. He knew better than anyone just how brilliant this girl, mentored by two legendary doctors, was destined to become.

Building a good relationship with her now was definitely the right move.

Dr. Duncan had also asked Barry about her, and upon learning that Claire was involved in a bone cancer research project, his admiration for the young woman skyrocketed.

Claire went home and got a good night's sleep. Because she had plans with Lawler, he was waiting at the entrance of her neighborhood bright and early.

Only, Claire had driven her own car out to meet him.

Lawler was momentarily confused.

He assumed that since he was inviting her, he would drive, and she could simply ride along.

Wasn't driving yourself exhausting?

As someone who constantly worked overtime and pulled all-nighters, he wasn't particularly fond of getting behind the wheel.

But ever since his wife's passing, Silas Lawler had stopped managing the shop entirely.

The person seeing patients now was Silas's junior colleague, a man who had been an apprentice to Lawler's grandfather.

Their first stop upon returning was the medicine shop.

Simon Vance's eyes lit up with pleasant surprise when he saw him.

"Lawler, you're back?"

Lawler nodded. "Simon, where's my dad?"

In the past, Lawler would only come back once or twice a year, and he always had a cold look on his face.

The last time he visited was for visiting the cemetery in the spring.

To have him ask about his father the second he walked through the door was something Simon had never expected.

"Your dad is in the courtyard drying herbs."

Ever since his wife died, Silas had stopped taking patients, but he still prepared the medicinal herbs by hand.