"Mr. Lee?"
The person speaking looked at him in confusion.
Chris didn’t care about the influence these people had in LA. He grabbed one of them and asked, "It’s her. Do you know this streamer?"
The person was stunned. "Mr. Lee, this is the business association. She’s just a small-time streamer..."
"What do you know!" Chris didn’t say the rest of his thoughts aloud, but his irritation was clear. "Forget it, I’ll find her myself."
ClearWater Alley, Harmony Clinic—he could follow the navigation to get there.
This meeting, which was meant to attract foreign investment, had originally been set up for Chris’s benefit. Now that he wanted to leave, others were definitely going to be upset.
"Mr. Lee, the meeting isn’t finished yet. You..."
Remington, relying on his influence in the pharmaceutical field, added a few more words. "It&rsq
"Mr. Lee, I’ve been waiting so long to see you..." Jackson stretched out his hand, eager to establish a connection. The bodyguards immediately blocked him: "Mr. Lee has important matters to attend to. Business talks will be tomorrow." "It’s not business!" Jackson struggled, trying to push forward. "It’s a personal matter, a personal matter!" The bodyguards hesitated for a moment. Then, Chris’s voice cut through: "Who’s blocking the way? Move them aside." Jackson knew that if he delayed Chris in finding the boss, he’d be the one held responsible! Seeing that his initial approach wasn’t working, Jackson shouted loudly, "Mr. Lee, why is Wilson Group cutting off cooperation with Milton's Group? There was no warning at all! What should I do about all the steel I’ve stockpiled!" The bodyguards had no patience for his shouting and immediately cov
Meanwhile, on another livestream, things weren’t going as smoothly in pretty girl's stream. The viewers were relentless, urging MrBigbro to send another 50 meteor showers. 【Love pretty girl: MrBigbro, can you really put up with this?】 【Hope it's You: MrBigbro, keep it going!】 【Take a Look: MrBigbro can't be out of steam, right?】 MrBigbro, being an internal staff member of the platform, didn’t mind sending a few gifts, but he wasn’t foolish either. With a cigarette in his mouth, he typed, 【MrBigbro: Another 50 meteor showers? Is that what Sister pretty girl wants too?】 pretty girl, though unwilling, forced a smile and replied, “Of course not, MrBigbro. Just having you come to my live stream makes me so happy! You’ve always been so generous, and you’ve already sent so much today—MrBigbro, you’re truly amazing!” The small
“Mr. Lee, this is the place.” The luxury vehicle stopped at a street corner. Chris looked skeptically at the narrow, old stone alley and furrowed his brows. “Are you sure?” How could the boss be in a place like this? Nearby, there was a vegetable market, with elderly people bargaining for produce. Chris had never set foot in a place like this since he entered the business world. Assistant Ken, who was always calm, said, “This is indeed ClearWater Alley. Or would you prefer to go to the hospital across the street to find someone?” “Hospitals? No, no.” Chris pointed to the alley. “This is fine. Let’s go in.” The boss would never go to a hospital—she hated the smell of blood. With that, Chris jumped out of the car, followed by a row of black-suited bodyguards. The scene looked
The road was damp and wet.It had been raining all day in LA.Amelia’s backpack was disdainfully thrown out of the door by the butler.“Miss Cromwell, Mr. Milton is unwilling to show his face, so I’ll speak on his behalf. Your biological parents are in the countryside and their surname is Cromwell. the Milton family once mistakenly took you as their daughter, but now Miss Mia has been found. I hope you’ll be sensible and stop contacting the Milton family.”As the butler spoke, he pulled out a card. “This is 3000 dollars. Mr. Milton asked me to give it to you as compensation.” “No need.”Amelia didn’t even glance at it and simply picked up her black bag.The butler looked at the young woman with disdain. She wouldn’t even take the money—was she trying to put on a brave face?Hmph, she didn’t even consider that the Milton family now had their own biological daughter. Why would they need her, a poor village girl, who was a total nobody?“Well then, Miss Cromwell, do as you please!” The
“Tomorrow at the community square, I’ll do the acupuncture.” Amelia calmly reminded, “Remember to soak the medicine bag. Don’t stay up late watching dramas; The lead role won’t die.” Recently, the elderly residents in the community have become so absorbed in a popular show that they have lost track of time.When Amelia mentioned it, each of them looked guilty. “We—we’ll go to bed at 10 from now on.” In the past, no one would have imagined that these people would listen to someone like Amelia. Many of them had made huge contributions in the past, and their identities had been kept secret. The community’s Director Noah had been eagerly waiting for Amelia’s return. Now, he finally felt a sense of relief. “Dr. Cromwell, I’ve been keeping an eye on your house, making sure no one got near it.” “Thank you for your help.” Amelia politely thanked him and handed him some fruit. Director Noah accepted with a smile. “It’s no trouble at all to help Dr. Cromwell. You’re not planning to
"Boss really has an eye for this! I’ll prepare the payment account for the Jenkins family right away!" Amelia's eyes were calm. "No rush, I’ll take a nap first, and deal with it tomorrow." Amelia’s biggest interest, besides making money, was treating all kinds of difficult and mysterious illnesses. A job like the Jenkins family’s was quite a good one. In fact, when it came to handling this case, Amelia was probably the only one in LA who could do it with a calm mind. Right now, it seemed like all the prominent families in LA were in a hurry. For instance, the Milton family had been pulling strings everywhere, trying to get their hands on a letter of invitation from the Jenkins family. Rumors were even circulating in the streets, claiming that LA had never been this lively in a long time. First, the richest man in New York was looking for his granddaughter, and then the Jenkins family came to visit for a consultation. Some gossip even suggested that the Jenkins family
"That's right, little girl, you should call 911 first. This child seems to have wandered off. I’ve been shouting for a while, but no one’s come." The old man was also advising her, worried that she’d be held responsible if anything went wrong. Amelia swiftly unbuttoned the boy's suit and moved him to a shaded spot. "Guys, don’t worry, I have a medical license." She pulled her bag and revealed a foldable medical kit. Opening it, rows of silver needles and surgical scalpels—long and short—were neatly arranged inside. Amelia checked the boy’s pulse again. "Stop!" The man in the white coat couldn’t hold back anymore and shouted, "How can you randomly insert needles into a patient!" Amelia ignored him, keeping her focus on the boy, counting his pulse and heart rate. The young man sneered, "I’m Oliver, a student from The Capital Medical University, under the tutelage of Dr.Adler. I’m not some ordinary person. You say you have a medical license? How old are you?" Amelia remaine
The first needle landed with a sharp *thwack*.The little boy immediately furrowed his brow, and amidst his struggle, it seemed he regained some consciousness, his small brow furrowed tightly.The crowd gasped. “He’s waking up!”Oliver froze, his face turning a mix of pale and green. "How is this possible…?"How did she do it?Just one needle? And the boy regained consciousness?The boy opened his eyes. His dark, round eyes were shiny and clear, his lashes long and delicate. He stared at Amelia quietly, his little face pale.Everyone widened their eyes in disbelief.The elderly woman could hardly believe it. "Little girl, you just casually gave him one needle, and he’s better already?"Amelia gently pressed on the site, checking the blood flow. Once it was enough, she used a cotton swab to press and stop the bleeding. "It’s not just casually sticking in needles. The specific acupoint and fingertip have the function of clearing heat and opening the orifices. His condition is heatstroke
“Mr. Lee, this is the place.” The luxury vehicle stopped at a street corner. Chris looked skeptically at the narrow, old stone alley and furrowed his brows. “Are you sure?” How could the boss be in a place like this? Nearby, there was a vegetable market, with elderly people bargaining for produce. Chris had never set foot in a place like this since he entered the business world. Assistant Ken, who was always calm, said, “This is indeed ClearWater Alley. Or would you prefer to go to the hospital across the street to find someone?” “Hospitals? No, no.” Chris pointed to the alley. “This is fine. Let’s go in.” The boss would never go to a hospital—she hated the smell of blood. With that, Chris jumped out of the car, followed by a row of black-suited bodyguards. The scene looked
Meanwhile, on another livestream, things weren’t going as smoothly in pretty girl's stream. The viewers were relentless, urging MrBigbro to send another 50 meteor showers. 【Love pretty girl: MrBigbro, can you really put up with this?】 【Hope it's You: MrBigbro, keep it going!】 【Take a Look: MrBigbro can't be out of steam, right?】 MrBigbro, being an internal staff member of the platform, didn’t mind sending a few gifts, but he wasn’t foolish either. With a cigarette in his mouth, he typed, 【MrBigbro: Another 50 meteor showers? Is that what Sister pretty girl wants too?】 pretty girl, though unwilling, forced a smile and replied, “Of course not, MrBigbro. Just having you come to my live stream makes me so happy! You’ve always been so generous, and you’ve already sent so much today—MrBigbro, you’re truly amazing!” The small
"Mr. Lee, I’ve been waiting so long to see you..." Jackson stretched out his hand, eager to establish a connection. The bodyguards immediately blocked him: "Mr. Lee has important matters to attend to. Business talks will be tomorrow." "It’s not business!" Jackson struggled, trying to push forward. "It’s a personal matter, a personal matter!" The bodyguards hesitated for a moment. Then, Chris’s voice cut through: "Who’s blocking the way? Move them aside." Jackson knew that if he delayed Chris in finding the boss, he’d be the one held responsible! Seeing that his initial approach wasn’t working, Jackson shouted loudly, "Mr. Lee, why is Wilson Group cutting off cooperation with Milton's Group? There was no warning at all! What should I do about all the steel I’ve stockpiled!" The bodyguards had no patience for his shouting and immediately cov
"Mr. Lee?" The person speaking looked at him in confusion. Chris didn’t care about the influence these people had in LA. He grabbed one of them and asked, "It’s her. Do you know this streamer?" The person was stunned. "Mr. Lee, this is the business association. She’s just a small-time streamer..." "What do you know!" Chris didn’t say the rest of his thoughts aloud, but his irritation was clear. "Forget it, I’ll find her myself." ClearWater Alley, Harmony Clinic—he could follow the navigation to get there. This meeting, which was meant to attract foreign investment, had originally been set up for Chris’s benefit. Now that he wanted to leave, others were definitely going to be upset. "Mr. Lee, the meeting isn’t finished yet. You..." Remington, relying on his influence in the pharmaceutical field, added a few more words. "It&rsq
Someone had just approached him, and his heart was trembling. He thought that the new streamer might have caused some trouble. In the end, it turned out that they were preparing to award a certificate.Now, looking at the new data in the backend, he was too shocked to speak. A new streamer, just two days into her broadcast, had received 200,000 in tips!The admin was about to faint from happiness.Who would have thought that the new streamer he was responsible for would be so calm?“Thank you, Mr. Jenkins , for the gifts,” Amelia’s gaze deepened slightly. “But you’ve sent too much. I don’t accept rewards without merit.”[Starry Eyes: The streamer is not enthusiastic enough.][Want to Be Single: The streamer always stays focused on her medical work.][bb: I can only say the streamer is amazing!]On a private plane, Carl sat with a cold
Amelia’s fingers faltered for a moment, her gaze narrowing as she looked at the name “Jenkins?” **[What the heck! Saint Emperor!]** **[This streamer is awesome! The very next day, Saint Emperor is sending meteor showers! So envious!]** But it didn’t stop there. The system alert sounded again! **[Saint Emperor VIP Jenkins has sent two meteor showers in Harmony Clinic’s livestream, and 100 Star Rivers will be randomly dropped in the stream!]** **[I Love You: Oh my God! 100 Star Rivers!]** **[Night Eleven: One meteor shower costs 5,000. Three of them would be 15,000, right?]** **[Trying to Get Ashore: Shh, don’t speak, Mr. Jenkins is still sending!]** **[I Want to Be Single: Does pretty girl’s fan’s face hurt?]** In addition to providing substantial income for the streamer, meteor showers also gave the live stream a full-platform broadcast. This meant that anyone who entered the platform could see Harmony Clinic’s livestream! Moreover, the randomly dropped Star Rivers could tur
The live stream chat exploded with excitement. Previously, Amelia was in third place for local popularity, but now her ranking had reached nationwide recognition. The room administrator couldn’t help but marvel at their foresight. Contentedly, they looked over the signing contract for "AngelHall" and confirmed their participation in the competition. Every year, the platform selects the top ten most popular streamers. Those in the top ten receive monetary rewards, ranging from one million to one hundred thousand, and they also get the chance to attend the annual event in the capital city. Seeing that Amelia wasn’t particularly interested in these accolades, the administrator decided to click through and vote for her in all of them. In their opinion, this newcomer had a good chance of making it into the top ten! Of course, she couldn’t compare to the big-name streamers, who had established fanbases. But Amelia's rapid rise in popularity meant she was bound to attract attention, esp
The barrage of comments was scrolling too fast, and Amelia was still helping Grandma Victoria adjust the mic. Grandma Victoria asked, "What are they saying? Should I wear my glasses to read it?" Amelia smiled and said, "They're all supporting you." She then looked at the screen and continued, "Thanks to ‘No Failing’ for the gift. Don’t let your guard down just because you're feeling better. Thanks to all the friends who followed my channel. As usual, we’ll be doing a live consultation today, three people, free of charge." **[Sister’s So Pretty]**: "Did the host really bring her grandma here?" **[Big Spender]**: "Another setup. Boring!" **[Sentimental Guy]**: "Host: ‘The script is ready. Let’s see how well I can act real.’" **[Pikachu Cat]**: "If you think the host is acting, check out yesterday’s replay. A medical professor was here. Thanks." **[Big Spender]**: "Is this really hard? Professors show up if you pay them." Grandma Victoria understood: "Is this saying we’re faking
The fish were too fragile—what did it have to do with him? Mrs. Milton couldn’t understand either: “Why is it that every time you go to the market, all the living creatures there start acting up?” Elijah, holding a meat bun, looked up. Mrs. Milton was changing his clothes: “Forget it, it’s just a few buckets of fish.” Amelia raised an eyebrow and glanced at the crabs in the corner, foaming at the mouth: “Grandma, I think it’s more than just a few buckets of fish.” Mrs. Milton immediately felt a headache coming on. She pinched Elijah’s little arm: “You! Hurry up and hide! Don’t let your Grandma Wendy see you.” Where could he hide? Within just a few minutes, Grandma Wendy arrived at the door. "Elijah!" Grandma Wendy, chubby and with her hands on her hips, was a force to be reckoned with. Elijah almost stood up but was leisurely pressed back down by Amelia. Elijah gestured: What if she bullies Grandma? Amelia shot him a glance: “They’re just old friends bickering. No need to m