She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 91

Byron slapped her hand away, fury he’d been swallowing for far too long blazing in his eyes. “Hamilton’s legs are proof enough! With that so-called ‘miracle drug’ you prescribed, he went from a little pain to his entire leg dying!”

A low buzz rippled through the grand hall. Several renowned specialists exchanged loaded looks. Purity’s face tightened; she strode over and grabbed her granddaughter’s arm. “Sapphire, don’t waste your breath on people like this. You have bigger things to focus on.”

Sapphire’s restraint showed in the vein pulsing at her temple. She held on by sheer willpower to keep from tearing Byron apart in front of everyone.

Loyce stood off to the side the whole time, arms crossed, watching the spectacle like it was theater. The faint curl of amusement at her mouth didn’t escape Sapphire’s notice.

Sapphire turned on her with a venomous glare. “Enjoy it while you can. You won’t be smug for long.”

The second Sapphire walked away, Byron regretted his outburst. The Sampson family was already in a bad spot, and now he’d offended the Walshes. Once this symposium ended, Walsh Hospital would probably kick him out without a second thought.

He didn’t have much faith in Loyce’s skills either. Following her into the consultation room, he said bitterly, “With Dr. Walsh here, it’s basically decided. Let’s just do our best and… show up.”

Loyce didn’t even look at him. She went straight to the first patient and said flatly, “Your family’s biggest flaw is small vision. You see someone standing higher and assume they must be the best, then you ignore the lions moving silently in the dark, the ones that can kill in a single leap.”

Byron frowned. “You really think you can win?”

Byron froze, then hurriedly flipped through the report. Buried in the dense data was the number—glutamate: dangerously high.

“But…” His voice faltered. “This is too aggressive.”

“Compared to watching him lose all meaningful function, I’d rather be aggressive.” Loyce capped her pen with a crisp click. “Standard immunosuppressants have already failed. His blood–brain barrier is severely compromised. We need to rebuild neuroprotection, not keep hammering an immune system that’s already gone off the rails.”

Byron opened his mouth, then shut it again. For the first time, it hit him: he’d been treating textbooks, not patients.