When His Nauseous Sweetheart Frowns, the Tycoon's Family Takes Turns Pampering Her-Chapter 77: Our Concordia Medical Hall Should Protect Her

Chapter 77: Chapter 77: Our Concordia Medical Hall Should Protect Her

A large crowd had gathered at the entrance of Concordia Medical Hall.

Cameras, cell phones... all sorts of recording devices were set up in the open space by the entrance. A mob of people chattered away into their devices, live-streaming and blocking the doorway completely.

May Ford stood on the steps, using a megaphone to maintain order.

"Clear a path down the middle! You’re blocking the way. Patients can’t get in or out, and you’re disrupting our work."

The scene in front of the entrance remained chaotic. Not a single person was listening to her.

The media personalities and streamers were all talking to their cameras, explaining the situation. "Concordia Medical Hall won’t let us in, and they won’t let us live-stream here either."

The more May Ford spoke, the more excited the crowd became, continuously spreading a message across the media: Concordia Medical Hall’s defense of Luna Axton is a tragedy for traditional Chinese medicine.

Where there was controversy, there was traffic. Where there was a point of discussion, there was buzz. And where there was buzz, money was sure to follow.

And when there was money to be made, no one cared about the truth.

Mason Frost stood by for a moment, watching his wife shout until her voice was hoarse. But these people remained as unmovable as a mountain, twisting the truth to suit their narrative.

Dressed in his white coat, he stood before the entrance and roared at the shameless media.

"What are you live-streaming? This is Concordia Medical Hall’s property! The public area is beyond that line. All of you, get out!"

This only further energized the people live-streaming and recording. One said sarcastically, "Oh, a male doctor came out to chase us away. Concordia Medical Hall is really something else, so impressive. Is this the magnanimity of a century-old family of traditional Chinese medicine?"

"Doctor, your intern at Concordia Medical Hall, Luna Axton, slept her way into a rich man’s bed. She’s pregnant and still interning here. Don’t you feel ashamed to be associated with someone like that?"

"Ashamed my..." Mason was about to curse.

May Ford quickly covered his mouth. Now was not the time to escalate the conflict. She soothed him in a low voice, "Go back inside. I’ll handle this."

He was the dean of Valoria Medical College. Scolding students who didn’t study hard or discussing work issues with his faculty was one thing.

But facing this media mob, who had no moral compass, was like confronting a pack of madmen. It was a classic case of a scholar meeting a soldier—reason versus brute force. Mason wasn’t suited to handle this. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

These unscrupulous media types could spin a fart into a rainbow if it got them enough attention. There was no need to give them any more mud to sling.

Ethan Frost directly called the police. The local police arrived quickly to maintain order, but the crowd at the entrance only grew larger, and patients couldn’t squeeze through.

The online scandal had blown up. Everyone there used the internet, so they all knew about what Eliana Yates had done to Luna Axton, airing her dirty laundry online.

Now, the looks they gave Luna Axton were filled with sympathy.

’What did gentle Luna do to deserve being bullied like this by Eliana Yates?’

Anyone who had spent any time with Luna would feel that the things shown in the videos Eliana Yates released were completely out of character for her.

Feeling everyone’s eyes on her, Luna Axton felt a little awkward. "Please don’t look at me like that. I’m okay."

"Miss Cheney brought some beef jerky today—the spicy kind," someone said. "I’ll go get it for you. Eat something spicy, and all your troubles will pass."

"Oh, Luna likes spicy food? You know what they say, ’crave sour for a son, spicy for a daughter.’ She must be having a girl."

"Based on the shape of her belly, you can’t even tell she’s pregnant from behind. Her limbs are slender, and her skin is fair and smooth. I think it’s a boy."

"A girl."

"A boy."

The two began to argue over the baby’s gender until someone else suggested, "Have Academician Frost check her pulse."

Theodore Frost, his hands tucked in his sleeves and his eyes closed, said cryptically, "Heaven’s secrets must not be revealed."

Miss Cheney from the pharmacy asked, "Luna, would you prefer a boy or a girl?"

Luna Axton lowered her head, feeling a little shy as she recalled what Blaze Fairchild had said.

"I’m fine with either. The baby’s father would prefer a son. He says a boy would be good to practice on."

The pharmacy’s floor-to-ceiling windows looked out onto the main road, and Miss Cheney had seen Blaze Fairchild pick up Luna Axton many times.

"From the looks of your husband’s car and his whole demeanor, your family could afford to have two or three kids without any trouble. It doesn’t matter if the first is a boy or a girl."

"I always wanted an older brother when I was little," another colleague said. "I hope the first one is a boy."

A woman who had a son of her own chimed in, "But if the oldest is a sister, you won’t have to worry about the younger brothers. It’s a natural pecking order."

Luna Axton listened with a gentle smile. It wasn’t often that people talked to her like this.

Perhaps because she was a mother-to-be, hearing others talk about their children made her inevitably wonder what her own Lucky would be like one day.

With the entrance blocked by the live-streamers, there were no patients. A group of people gathered around Luna, making small talk in hopes that the siege outside wouldn’t affect her mood.

Russell Frost was on leave from work. Since the other busy members of his family couldn’t take a break, he had made a habit of coming to Concordia Medical Hall to have lunch with them every day.

The moment he got out of his car across the street, he saw that the entrance to Concordia Medical Hall was completely mobbed.

One phone call to his brother, Mason Frost, was all it took to find out what was going on.

This kind of scene was just part of a day’s work for Russell Frost; it was what he excelled at.

Russell Frost was elegant and handsome. Even as he aged, his demeanor and way of speaking remained extraordinary.

He was intelligent and shrewd. The tales of him verbally sparring with ambassadors from various nations were household knowledge, making him one of the most popular diplomats on the internet.

The moment Russell Frost appeared, everyone noticed him, turning their devices to adjust their focus.

He stood beneath the Concordia Medical Hall sign, the very picture of a refined gentleman, noble and graceful.

"Everyone," he began, "Concordia Medical Hall exists to promote and pass on the traditions of Chinese medicine. Everyone in my family, the Frost family, aside from myself, has dedicated their lives to this practice."

The crowd below didn’t dare make a peep. Special Envoy Frost’s words were a sharp weapon used to defend the nation and its people.

Who would be foolish enough to open their mouth now and kill their own traffic?

"Concordia Medical Hall has stood in Valoria for a century. The plaque above my head was an imperial gift. My father, Academician Theodore Frost, receives a state stipend. My brother, Dean Mason Frost, is a specialist in liver diseases. And my nephew, Ethan Frost. All of them are well-known figures in the medical world. Do you really think the judgment of all three of them could be flawed at the same time?"

At this, Russell Frost’s sharp, cold gaze swept over the crowd below.

As one, everyone lowered their heads, daring not to meet his eyes.

"As members of the media, as people who disseminate information, I implore you all to be rational about your words and actions. Time will provide the answer. I suggest you all focus on the case itself and wait for the official announcement."

Having said his piece, Russell Frost brought his hands together and gave a slight bow. "I ask you all, please cooperate and let the patients enter so they can have their ailments treated."

May Ford watched from the side. ’He really is worthy of his title as the Plenipotentiary Envoy to Kamaria.’

Her brother-in-law had spoken his piece and shown more than enough courtesy. Now it was her turn to play the bad cop.

May Ford raised her megaphone and, in a hoarse voice, warned the live-streamers below.

"If you continue to block this entrance and obstruct our work, I have every right to protect Concordia Medical Hall and our patients by having the police remove you."

The doctor in the white coat had already said it: the area in front of the entrance was private property, so having them removed would be a reasonable request.

The crowd members looked at each other. Though reluctant, they had no choice but to retreat.

These were people who lived off of media traffic, but now that someone from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs had shown up, they certainly didn’t dare to stick around.

Seeing the heads in the crowd bobbing as people began to back away, May Ford shot a grateful look toward Russell Frost.

"Brother-in-law, thank goodness you were here."

"Let’s go inside, Sister-in-law."

The two of them walked inside together. "Luna came to work today?"

"She’s inside. She seems to be taking it well, though. Not affected at all."

"Hasn’t Blaze been told about this?"

"What’s there to tell Blaze? This is our business. Luna works at Concordia Medical Hall, she earns a salary from Concordia Medical Hall, so it’s our duty at Concordia Medical Hall to protect her."

"Blaze is pretty nonchalant himself, letting Luna go out when things are like this."

"Does staying home mean she doesn’t have to face it?" May Ford retorted.

She knew about what had happened with Blaze’s mother, Susie. May had represented the Frost Family at Susie’s funeral.

"It’s better for her to be out here with people, with everyone chatting and keeping her company. If she were alone at Fairchild Estate, she’d be more likely to start overthinking things, and that could lead to problems."

Russell Frost saw the logic in that and said no more.

But the mention of Susie made him think of Adriana.

Ever since returning to Valoria, his thoughts had often turned to Adriana.

’Where did she run off to all these years? There hasn’t been a single word. How can a person just vanish so completely?’

As Russell Frost stepped over the threshold of Concordia Medical Hall, he froze, stunned by the scene before him.