Irina's POV
"I knew it—" Despite Gilbert's effort to remain composed, his voice betrayed a tremor.
He'd need to dig deeper into this matter.
Mathew, completely missing Gilbert's strange reaction, turned his attention to me. "Dr. Brent, have you considered establishing your practice in Anastasia? Someone with your extraordinary medical abilities shouldn't be wasting away in Hillview."
His words carried genuine conviction. These days, conventional medicine ruled supreme, and traditional medicine was losing believers by the day.
Yet traditional medicine represented our cultural legacy.
It deserved better than to simply disappear.
Still, he had faith that with practitioners like me around, traditional medicine could survive.
I arched an eyebrow slightly, offering a subtle smile. "I'll make my way there eventually."
Anastasia was definitely in my future—just a question of timing.
