Chapter 183

Among the heads of the four major families, Nicole's grandfather, Ortis Cunningham, stood as the most respected head. He was known for his vast knowledge and was once held in the same regard as Gerald Lynch and Marshall Foster. Now, the 78-year-old head watched the live broadcast from his hospital room with his granddaughter. Cyrus's bid for recognition in Jorsproburgh had clearly succeeded, and he had attracted the scrutiny of the city's most esteemed medical figures. Ortis observed all of this in silence with a grave expression. "Grandpa, did you hear all that?" Nicole inquired. "Yes, I did," Ortis replied. Nicole continued, "Cyrus has a way of calming everyone with his words and doesn't even show a hint of panic. It's surprising that someone his age—and a mere pharmacology undergraduate at that—could do that so effortlessly." Ortis softly sighed. "A seasoned doctor possesses an innate confidence. It's a quality that puts patients at ease. If anyone else spoke Cyrus's words,