Good Thing

"What happened? I saw that the Prime Minister looked very angry just now."

When Mrs. Primpernel hurried over, she had only managed to help Marvolio drive away some of the reporters surrounding him outside the ward.

Yes, this hospital had been established by Mrs. Primpernel, who had used her connections through beauty potions to surpass the pure-blood families and become the first to partner with the British government.

Of course, it also had to do with her concept of founding a magical hospital integrated with technology. After all, those pure-bloods could only think of stupid little magical apothecaries. To the British Prime Minister, how could anything be more worthy of investment than the concept of combining magic and technology?

"Nothing much. I merely ruined his beautiful original plan," Marvolio said casually.

"...No wonder you weren't in that prepared ward."

Mrs. Primpernel was rather helpless about Marvolio's willfulness as well.

As Tver's public heir, every move Marvolio made here could even be said to represent all wizards.

And this project was so important. The more childish he appeared, the more likely those wishing to cooperate with wizards would be discouraged.

Still, Marvolio's problems were better left for Tver to worry about~

"Do you know that woman? Or do you know that child?" She pointed at the worried woman sitting nearby, then at the locked ward where the child was receiving treatment.

No matter how capable Marvolio was, he was not a professional healer. He did not even know many healing spells, so how could he personally treat the child?

Thus, this operation was primarily being handled by Healer Hippocrates Smethwyck, who had switched over from St Mungo's, with several professional oncology doctors assisting him.

Marvolio glanced at the woman and silently shook his head.

In truth, he had only learned from