The next day.
Bernard Luker, President of the Traditional Medicine Association of the U.S., arrived at Feazer Medical Clinic, accompanied by several highly influential figures in the field of traditional medicine.
They were all elderly men, their faces adorned with white beards—a testament to their long years of practice.
After all, traditional medicine wasn't just about theory. It required vast clinical experience, and accumulating that kind of experience could take decades.
That's why most renowned doctors in this field were usually over sixty by the time they earned the title of Master of Traditional Medicine.
Among them, Jasper Sheen stood out as the youngest—only in his early fifties.
He was a rising star in acupuncture.
Anyone studying traditional medicine, particularly acupuncture, had likely heard his name.
Many young practitioners idolized him.
Tracy was no exception.
She had long regarded Jasper Sheen as her role model, hoping that one day her acupuncture techniques could reach his level.
But then John appeared—and everything changed.
Tracy soon realized that her "little brother" was a once-in-a-century genius in acupuncture.
And without even noticing it herself, she had learned many strange, unorthodox acupuncture therapies from John over the past few months—techniques so advanced they could shake the very foundations of traditional medicine in the U.S.
Her progress had been transformational.
At her current level, Tracy had already surpassed Jasper Sheen. Otherwise, why would Holbrook—once the most respected Master in the region—feel so jealous he nearly smashed the table?
Even so...
It was still a pleasure to meet her idol from her student days.
So, although she clearly understood that her skills had already exceeded Jasper's, Tracy still greeted him respectfully—as a junior would an elder.
Of course, she also extended her respect to Bernard Luker and the other senior practitioners in the group.
However... they didn't seem to notice her.
Instead, they brushed past Tracy and went straight to Holbrook, greeting him warmly.
Tracy didn't take it personally.
It was normal.
It was like a gathering of successful professionals—when a fresh, unknown face appeared, they were often overlooked. No one knew who she was, so naturally, no one paid her any mind.
After a few polite exchanges, Tommy, one of the elders, cut to the chase.
"Holbrook, we're all aware of the real reason we came here today. I heard you've sworn allegiance to a master. Can you introduce us?"
Anyone capable of making Holbrook, a nationally revered doctor, willingly become a disciple—had to be extraordinary. Naturally, everyone was curious.
Besides...
The Traditional Medicine Association knew very well that America was home to many reclusive medical experts. These individuals typically shunned fame and fortune. They treated people based on mood and reputation—but whenever they acted, they could bring the dead back to life.
Finding and recruiting such masters had been a long-term goal of the Association.
They wanted these recluses to join the organization—not just for prestige, but to represent the true strength of traditional medicine in the United States.
Especially in recent years...
Some shameless countries had been making loud claims that traditional medicine was exclusively their "cultural heritage." This enraged practitioners across the U.S.
By inviting hidden masters into their ranks, the Association could refute those presumptuous claims and assert the legitimacy of American traditional medicine.
But as always—
Those reclusive masters couldn't care less.
They lived freely and ignored the noise. While the Association had to compete on the world stage, those experts simply didn't bother.
It was like a group of people watching a monkey perform—no matter how much the monkey jumped around, it was still just a monkey. Not worth their time.
Holbrook smiled.
"Mr. Luker, actually—you've already met my mysterious master the moment you stepped through the door."
Seeing their anticipation, he didn't keep them in suspense.
He glanced at John, then turned toward Tracy.
"Let me introduce you—Miss Linch. This is my master. She's the Magic Doctor of New York."
Holbrook said this with a proud smile and respectfully bowed to Tracy in front of everyone.
John was very satisfied.
Sure, the title "Magic Doctor of New York" had been given to him, but he had no problem passing it to his sister.
Because she deserved it.
In fact, John had always preferred being the man behind the curtain—helping his sisters shine while he supported them from the shadows.
That was John's way.
When the group heard Holbrook's declaration and turned to look at Tracy's young face, they were all struck dumb.
They had seen her as soon as they arrived.
She was the one who came forward and welcomed them.
But back then, they hadn't paid her any attention.
They simply assumed she was a regular staff member at Feazer Medical Clinic.
Like when company executives visit an office—there's always a welcome committee of lower-level employees.
Which executive bothers remembering their names?
At most, one of the elders might notice a pretty young employee and later give the boss a subtle hint to arrange a dinner. Then they could slowly "dig deeper" into that employee's background.
If the girl didn't resist, her future promotions and raises would be fast-tracked.
And Tracy was very beautiful.
They had all noticed her—but only in that superficial way.
Some of the men even exchanged brief glances upon arrival, reaching silent agreement: She's stunning.
But they were all getting on in years. Even if they wanted to act on those thoughts, their bodies wouldn't cooperate anymore.
They were well-known figures in the traditional medicine world—respected elders in the eyes of society.
The last thing they wanted was to lose face over something like that.
And now...
That beautiful girl?
She wasn't just some clinic employee.
She was Holbrook's master.
And the so-called "Magic Doctor of New York."