Chapter 990 The Goal Of Dominic

• The World Conference on Traditional Medicine opened inside Moulmore Convention Centre—a sleek, glass-walled landmark whose bronze logo shimmered beneath a pale winter sun. Floodlights swept the facade, casting long geometrical shadows that made the building look like a modern-day temple erected for healers rather than gods.
• This year's banner read in bold, soaring letters, Traditional Medicine—Humanity's Choice for Health, a declaration that fluttered overhead like an anthem meant to pull centuries of herb, needle, and chant onto the same stage as scalpels and silicon.
• By the time Dominic and the rest of the delegation stepped through the revolving doors, the Moulmore Convention Centre had become a living tide. Translators waved placards, scholars argued over accreditation slips, and camera drones buzzed in the rafters like curious dragonflies.