Felix gestured toward a room inside his clinic. "Please come in, Dr. Adkin."

Once seated in the doctor's office, Devin smiled coldly and said, "I just wanted to see what kind of doctor could cure gout. I never expected you to be such a young doctor."

A flash of vicious resentment crossed Devin's eyes. He seemed to be really irritated that Felix had successfully treated patients he couldn't cure.

"I was just lucky to have a formula that works for gout."

Devin thrust out his right hand. "Is that so? Hand it over and let me see."

Felix furrowed his brows deeply. This so-called master healer was truly full of himself. A medical formula should be a closely guarded secret—did he really expect Felix to hand it over just like that?

Some "master healer" he was. Devin was such a joke.

"I'm afraid I can't show you the formula," Felix said.

Before Devin could respond, a middle-aged man at his side glared fiercely. "Watch yourself, you brat! You should feel honored that Dr. Adkin want