The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 370: Blindly Confident
Chapter 370 - 370: Blindly Confident
Hugh had just praised John, and everyone was curious to meet him—but when they finally saw John in person, they were a little taken aback.
He was too young.
John's age had always been a tricky issue.
Think about it—imagine two people claiming to be traditional doctors. One began studying medicine at eighteen, earned a bachelor's degree in five years, followed by a few more years for a master's, then gained experience working in hospitals. By the time he was truly skilled, he'd be around thirty.
The other? A sixty-year-old who spent just two years studying and got a quick certificate.
Now, without knowing their backgrounds, most patients would choose the older one.
It wasn't hard to forge a résumé either.
That's one reason why fake doctors were so common these days. Many posed as elderly, experienced healers—preying on senior citizens with overpriced health products, tarnishing the reputation of real doctors across the U.S.
At the heart of the issue were two words: age perception.
Any old fox in a white coat could declare himself a master doctor—and most people would believe him.
People just assumed that age equaled experience. It had become an unshakable mindset.
So when Hugh's colleagues saw that the so-called "magic doctor" was just a young man, they were all surprised.
But their surprise didn't turn into skepticism.
After all, they were scholars and professionals in related fields—their worldviews were broader than those of ordinary people. They knew the world wasn't short of prodigies.
A twenty-something doctor with extraordinary skill wasn't impossible.
Besides, they trusted Hugh's judgment. If he praised John so highly, there had to be a reason.
So the surprise faded quickly, and the group smiled warmly at John in welcome.
Hugh was about to introduce them one by one when a plaintive voice cut in from behind:
"Dad, I have a very good reason to believe you are absolutely not my father!"
Lucilla's tone was full of indignation.
"There's still a patient here, and you're standing around chatting like nothing's happening. Did you forget about me?"
It was outrageous.
Hearing his daughter's voice, Hugh's expression turned awkward.
To be honest, he had forgotten.
Initially, he'd only called John over because he wanted his colleagues to meet this young talent from New York. Once John arrived, Hugh got so caught up in the excitement that he completely forgot about Lucilla's condition.
It was... embarrassing.
John smiled and said, "Hugh, bro, I should probably take care of your daughter's illness first. Though it's a minor issue, the treatment process might be a bit unconventional."
Lucilla looked at him and asked, "Doctor, I just stretched a little and now I can't lower my arm. Is it a muscle cramp or something?"
John thought for a moment before replying, "In traditional medicine, it's a result of your body lacking vital energy. Combine that with an evil wind attack, and your meridians get blocked. But don't worry—the treatment's simple..."
"You just need pressure on an acupoint below your navel."
As he spoke, he raised a finger and reached toward her lower abdomen to apply pressure.
But before his finger even touched the white fabric of her dress—
Slap!
A crisp, unexpected sound echoed through the room.
John was slapped in the face.
Hugh and the others were stunned.
Especially his colleagues—curious about John's skill and eager to see why Hugh held him in such high regard—had paid close attention. When they heard his diagnosis, they were impressed.
No wonder Mr. Kurds praised this guy so much... he's sharp.
But then John described the treatment.
All the amazement evaporated.
Press under the navel to fix an arm issue?
Was this a joke?
Did Mr. Kurds make a mistake?
Then came the slap—and everyone stared in confusion.
Wait. Who slapped him?
It was Lucilla.
As a girl, she already felt vulnerable standing there with both arms raised. And now, with a man suddenly reaching for her lower abdomen?
Her instincts kicked in.
She lowered her arms defensively—and reflexively slapped John across the face.
Everyone was silent for a moment before the realization hit them.
Lucilla, too, was stunned.
As the blush crept up her cheeks, she finally realized the reason he reached for her belly... was to treat her.
Feeling guilty and awkward, she said, "I... I'm sorry, magic doctor. If you want, you can slap me back."
John touched his face lightly and smiled.
He wasn't bothered.
"I knew it..." he muttered to himself. "I'm still way too confident in my looks."
He had assumed that at the critical moment, Lucilla would hesitate—unable to hit such a handsome face—and stop herself.
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He was wrong.
Blind confidence was dangerous.
He got slapped.
"Wow! You're incredible! Every treatment you do is so unique and effective—I'm genuinely impressed!"
Hugh clapped excitedly.
His colleagues followed suit, applauding John and praising both his skill and Hugh's excellent judgment.
John waved his hand modestly.
"You're flattering me. I just read a lot of traditional medicine books when I was bored. When I came across strange conditions, I borrowed the wisdom of the ancients."
Hugh smiled and said, "Mr. Lopez, you're being humble. Even if the method came from an old text, it still requires deep understanding to apply it. You truly live up to your reputation as New York's magic doctor."
At that moment, the others finally connected the dots.
So this was the same 'magic doctor' from New York who'd made headlines recently?
No wonder.
Everything made sense now.
