No way…Director Luke’s eyes widened.Could she really be choosing Carl as her live subject?How could she dare? Is she throwing her life away at such a young age?Director Luke moved slightly, trying to make himself more noticeable, “Well, how about you choose someone else…”Before he could finish his sentence, Amelia had already stepped forward, walking right up to the man.It was only then that Director Luke realized that the young girl was actually taller than him!Amelia, with her slim waist and long legs, stood at 173 cm, her enchanting eyes framed by a cold, refined beauty. Standing next to the 188 cm tall Carl, the atmosphere between them felt strangely ambiguous.The contrast between their auras was stark—one cool and distant, the other fiery and intense—like a Buddhist monk meeting a seductive demon from the mortal world.Carl, dressed in pristine clothes, stood perfectly still. As Amelia approached, a chill appeared in his eyes, like the twilight’s cool breeze.Amelia halte
Manager Monroe dared not continue his thoughts. The person in question was someone he had brought here, and moreover, the little miracle doctor was the savior of the Cromwell family. He could not watch her bring about her own downfall!"The little miracle doctor might not be very good at Chinese, and her choice of words might be a bit lacking, hehe... hehe..." Manager Monroe raised his head to look at Carl, his eyes pleading for mercy. "You wouldn't mind, would you?"Carl, a man of few words, gave a faint, indifferent "Mm."Amelia raised an eyebrow, confused. "Manager Monroe seems so nervous. Did I describe something wrong?""No problem," Carl suddenly smiled, a chilling, seductive smile that made it hard to know if it was a blessing or a curse. "Your description is quite accurate."Amelia's clear eyes shone with understanding. "It’s always the good-looking ones who know how to speak."With that, she turned her head to look at the doctors who had returned to their positions.Just a mo
It felt like something was about to burst out, a heat rising from the outside in, as if something inside him was being crushed and pulled apart.Unable to stop himself, Carl unconsciously moved his Adam’s apple. Standing in the shifting light, the movement looked almost too seductive, a rare sight for him.Everyone in New York city knew that Carl was the embodiment of restraint. He was known for his ascetic lifestyle—he didn’t even touch meat, living on a vegetarian diet year-round. His air of noble detachment was something that no one had ever been able to break.Now, with his shirt half-open and his hair tousled, even Manager Monroe couldn’t help but feel a chill run down his spine.The little miracle doctor had really gone and provoked Carl this time.Having worked closely with Mr. Cromwell for so long, and knowing that the Cromwell and Jenkins families had deep ties, Manager Monroe was familiar with Carl’s regular visits to the Cromwell family mansion, mostly to discuss breaking o
As soon as Amelia spoke, the room fell silent.Carl stared at her intently, his deep eyes reflecting the soft glow of the lamps around them, exuding an air of noble detachment.The doctors were unaware of Carl's identity, but being medical professionals, they knew one thing for sure: when it came to Traditional medicine, the most worrying sign was when a doctor frowned while feeling a patient's pulse.Amelia, who had been smiling moments ago, now wore a calm expression. Her brow furrowed slightly, and her eyes were fixed with focused concentration. She looked completely serious, not at all like someone joking around.Could it be that what the little miracle doctor said was true? Was this man really dying?His face did seem a little pale, but surely it couldn’t be that serious.The doctors all turned their eyes to him, their concern growing.Director Luke and the vice-director exchanged glances and immediately waved for the others to leave.Manager Monroe’s heart skipped a beat, and he
“It might not be curable,” Amelia said, half leaning against the wall, her long legs slightly bent as she lazily yawned. “The cause of the illness is unclear, the diagnosis isn’t definite, and also…”Carl gave a soft laugh, finishing her sentence for her. “And you’re tired. You don’t want to see any more patients today.”“Talking to someone smart is so much easier,” Amelia said with a half-smile, her eyes flickering mischievously. She placed her fingers back on his wrist and began to check his pulse again. “Your condition can’t be rushed.”He was someone whom even the King of Hell wouldn’t take in.That was why he was still here.He must have an exceptional temperament, trusting himself more than any deity or spirit. Despite the string of prayer beads on his wrist, which seemed like a plea for protection, they only contained herbs to calm the mind, helping him sleep.Amelia could even smell it as she leaned in closer.“Start by improving your sleep and diet,” she said, rubbing her nec
“That person?” Amelia caught the key word in his sentence. “Isn’t he the young master of the Cromwell family?”Manager Monroe dared not reveal Carl’s true identity. He stammered, “Well, yes... he’s a distant relative, but he doesn’t share the Cromwell surname.”Amelia lowered her gaze and popped a fruit candy into her mouth, smiling lightly. “I thought Manager Monroe would stick to his guns and say that the old man in there doesn’t share the Cromwell surname either.”“I consider you one of my own, Little Doctor,” Manager Monroe replied smoothly. “Besides, your character is impeccable, so I don’t have any worries. My boss, indeed, comes from the Cromwell family—the wealthiest in the capital.”Amelia pressed the candy against her tongue. “Mm.”So indifferent? Manager Monroe chuckled. “As expected of the Little Doctor. Even after hearing all this, you remain unfazed. I was overthinking things earlier. I owe you an apology.”“Your duty is to protect your boss’s privacy. You did nothing wr
“Just kidding,” Edgar laughed, not taking her seriously. He glanced at her and added, “As long as you have a sense of it, let me know if you need anything. Although I’m just the Executive Manager, I can help you with connections.”Amelia was a bit surprised to learn that Edgar Monroe was the Executive Manager. Judging by his appearance, he looked more like a typical errand runner... Ah, she’d misunderstood.“One more thing,” Edgar continued. “I’d like to ask for your help, Second Sister.”Amelia raised an eyebrow. “What is it, Big Brother?”Edgar glanced around, lowering his voice. “Mr. Cromwell came to LA because his granddaughter went missing. She was kidnapped and sold here. They had some leads, but now there’s no news. You know so many people through your medical practice. Can you help Big Brother search for her?”Amelia thought back to the job she had previously declined. It seemed she was truly connected to the Cromwell family’s Seventh Miss.“Alright.” Amelia didn’t ask further
That was the old lady’s favorite book on medicinal dishes, filled with numerous recipes.She would often sit in her garden on the lounge chair, reading aloud to Amelia: “This dish is good. Today, I’ll make some fish for Amelia and cook some lotus seed soup to clear the heat and nourish the stomach.”Now, all of it was ruined!Amelia’s eyes darkened, the storm brewing in them. She strode quickly towards the inner courtyard.A young boy dressed like a masseur quickly dropped the wooden tub he was holding when he saw her. He hurriedly raised his hands to gesture.Amelia placed a firm hand on his shoulder, her eyes deep, but her voice calm. "Elijah, don't panic. Take your time and tell me what happened."Elijah had been picked up by the old lady when he was a child. He was born mute and could only communicate through sign language. Now, however, his throat could produce sounds. He was small, around eleven years old, with clean features. He raised his arm to gesture to Amelia, his eyes sha
It was important to maintain silence when diagnosing through pulse.James noticed how close the little divine doctor was standing to their young master, but he didn’t dare say anything. After all, their young master had silently given his permission.It wasn’t until Amelia released her hand and muttered, "How could it have returned to this state in just three days?" that the silence was broken.Carl coughed again, his voice raspy. "This is how my body is. You don’t need to feel guilty.""Guilty?" Amelia chuckled softly, her tone languid. "I’m not as noble as you think. I just want to know the reason. By all rights, your pulse shouldn’t have returned so quickly."Suddenly, Carl remembered the discarded medicinal scent. His beautiful peach blossom eyes deepened in thought.Amelia turned her gaze to James, who was standing nearby. "Report everything your young master has eaten these past few days. The more details,
The next day, the sun was shining brightly. Although Amelia hadn’t gotten up yet, there was already a flurry of activity outside the clinic.Qi had come in twice, standing by her bed and gesturing, but she couldn’t even be bothered to open her eyes.It wasn’t until Granny Ye called out, "Amelia, today is Thursday. Why aren’t you at school?" that Amelia finally got herself together and walked out, her face fresh and natural, with no makeup but still strikingly beautiful."I don’t have class in the morning," she replied.Granny Ye seemed to have seen through her thoughts and sighed deeply. "If it’s too hard for you, just tell me. It’s okay. I heard from your Emma that there are extra tutoring classes now. Should we sign you up for one?"Hard? She? Qi lifted his head at the mention of "hard," his eyes full of aggression.Amelia smiled, gathering her long hair into a high ponytail, her beauty even more a
Li Yaohui hesitated. "An electrocardiogram? Is it really necessary? I only get dizzy occasionally…""You really should go," Amelia said, handing him a business card. "Or you can come to Yixin Hall in Qingshui Alley in the city."Li Yaohui took the card but was still mumbling to himself as the two kids quickly descended the mountain. They moved so fast, almost as if they were more familiar with the mountain roads than he, a seasoned mushroom hunter.Qi was reluctant to head home, especially after hearing about the wolves on the mountain. He was practically eager to test his courage.Amelia grabbed him and threw him onto the back of the motorcycle, securing the black-red helmet with a snap. "Hold onto the bag."Qi sat up straight. "Mm!""Next time, you can come here by yourself to play," Amelia said, kicking up the motorcycle stand and swinging her long legs over the bike. Her beautiful face, with a hint of exhaustion, was framed by her
Since the plan was to revive Yixin Hall, it wouldn’t do to be short on medicinal herbs.LA, located at the junction of two provinces, had a humid climate and dense shrubs, making it a great place to dig up mushrooms, and also other things, such as wild Ganoderma and wild ginseng.These were two of Qi’s favorite things, and at the scent of them, he immediately set off.Generally, people who lived off the land followed the principle of "relying on the mountain to eat from the mountain, and the water to eat from the water." It was rare for ordinary folks to find three or four wild ginseng roots in a day, but this pair—Qi and Amelia—had practically swept half of the mountain peak clean.On the way down, they ran into Li Yaohui, a man who specialized in early morning mushroom hunting.It was the first time Li Yaohui had seen anyone who arrived earlier than him. He looked at them in surprise. "It’s still dark. You two little
Lady Milton, leaning on her cane, stood up. "Whether to reopen Yixin Hall, I need to think it over carefully."Amelia smiled lightly. "Grandma, there's no rush. The more good doctors there are, the fewer bad ones there will be. Don't you think?"Lady Milton paused, then sighed. "You're right. I’ve lived most of my life and still haven’t thought things through as well as our Amelia."Amelia nodded and didn’t push her to make a decision right away. She gave Lady Milton time to think it over, understanding the inner conflict she must be facing. After all, the idea of taking lives—something that had happened in their family—was a hard barrier for any doctor who truly wanted to save lives to cross.Qi understood what Amelia was thinking. After Lady Milton had gone to sleep that night, he set to work. The various scrap parts he had collected clicked and clacked as he assembled them into a small portable notebook.Outside the
“Amelia!”From a distance, Lady Milton interrupted whatever Amelia was about to say, her face beaming with joy."Tell Qi to bring more water and help Emma and the others soak their feet."Amelia naturally withdrew her hand, smiling lightly. "Alright."She decided to let Qi's matter slide for now—it wasn't urgent. As long as the medicinal herbs were being used frequently, there wouldn’t be any noticeable issues…That night, the aroma of dinner wafted through the alley.It was clear that today had been one of the happiest days for Lady Milton in recent times. She was wearing her reading glasses, gently massaging her neighbors’ shoulders, her hands steady as she worked. Whenever the patient said they felt better, she would follow with a smile.Amelia raised an eyebrow, waiting until Emma and the others had left before she helped Lady Milton to her feet and spoke up. "Grandma, let’s get back to p
At 6 p.m., it was rush hour.The streets were filled with cars, though ClearWater Alley was not congested, just full of people chatting casually."Have you heard?""Heard what?""The doctor from the big hospital across the street was arrested.""Oh, it was the Adler family causing trouble again," Emma, who had just returned from buying vegetables, commented. "I think they came to bully Lady Milton last time on purpose!""I think so too! The news said that family is a bunch of parasites. A lot of patients have been taken advantage of by them!""She even suppressed her fellow doctors. Lady Milton must have suffered because of her!"Emma glanced over. "Now you know! Last time, they were all talking in front of Amelia!""Lady Milton has been living here for so long, and nothing ever happened.""Last time, when my stomach hurt, I couldn’t even afford the medication from the big hospital. Lady Milton made me some
After writing, Amelia grabbed the wooden box and walked out the door.As for her handwriting, it was terrible—she didn’t care whether the recipient could read it or not.Sister Wan’s approach was all about surface etiquette.As for Young Master Jenkins… sending a gift, making it seem like he had discovered her.Amelia thought to herself that she would need to avoid this person in the future. But that pen was nice, studded with diamonds.Cultural people, after all, were all about money!Unbeknownst to Carl, his actions had backfired.As soon as Amelia left, he entered, having watched the surveillance footage all afternoon. His handsome face now showed signs of fatigue."Young Master," the bodyguard in black stepped forward, "Miss Cromwell only took the the Heart Herb, nothing else."Miss Cromwell? Carl raised an eyebrow. "Amelia," he murmured to himself. "As in the Amelia of the 'Qin Huai at dusk,
"Your young master?" Yun Xiao stared in surprise, his eyes widening. "Why would Young Master Jenkins want to see her?"This question made everyone still present turn back in surprise. Did they hear that correctly?Young Master Jenkins? Wanting to see that "fake young lady"?The bodyguard in black spoke curtly: "There are items belonging to the Milton family that need to be returned."Ah, so it’s just about returning something.The others exchanged glances and relaxed. It made sense—there was no way Young Master Jenkins would know a small-town "fake daughter."Henry stepped forward, positioning himself in front of Amelia. "I’m going with her."After all, he had promised to protect her, and he intended to follow through.The bodyguard in black responded stiffly: "Sorry, sir, but Young Master only invited Miss Ye.""I’m not Ye," Amelia said calmly. She pressed a button on her phone in her pocket, her