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
"You don't have to worry about my studies," Amelia gently pushed the old lady forward. "Just focus on your health and listen to Elijah. Don't eat too many sweets."Mrs. Milton muttered, "How can I not study? I heard the girl who was brought back has excellent grades.""That's great, Grandma's granddaughter, just like you, smart," Amelia smiled lightly.Mrs. Milton looked up. "What about you? What will you do in the future?""I'll make money. I won’t starve," Amelia said, taking off the old lady’s socks and shoes. "Elijah, the medicine tub."Elijah immediately responded with a sharp nod. "Mmm!"With great strength, he lifted the medicine tub and hurried off, quickly filling it with water and returning at full speed.He seemed to have boundless energy.Amelia, used to it by now, didn’t comment further.Mrs. Milton chuckled. "This Elijah, he’s all strength and no sense. The other day, our neighbor bought a pair of stone lions. He couldn’t get them down no matter what, but Elijah just pic
"Thank you all for taking the time out of your busy schedules to attend," Yin Loulan said, descending the stairs in a black qipao, her gaze sweeping across the room with an imposing aura.Henry gasped. "After all these years, she’s still this fierce."Amelia raised an eyebrow. "You know her?""Jenkins family’s eldest daughter, she served in the military, and now seems to be in business," Henry explained, adding, "Don’t be reckless in front of her—she could knock you out with one punch."Amelia nodded, casually biting a fruit candy, appearing harmless.Yin Loulan was strikingly beautiful with sharp features and a strong presence, evident even in her manner of speech. She had a refined, yet formidable aura."The Jenkins family has prepared a small token for everyone," she said, clapping her hands. Immediately, a gift box appeared beside each seat. Inside were ginseng, deer antlers, cordyceps, and cash!Amelia looked at the contents, her eyes gleaming with amusement.Gu Zhongguo, sitting
Amelia casually lifted a wooden chair with one hand and moved to a different spot. She sat with her legs slightly crossed, looking both beautiful and fierce. "Where did this ugly guy come from, and why’s he talking so much?"Ugly guy?!The atmosphere in the room froze instantly.Xiang Zichen’s expression was priceless. He seemed to not believe what he heard, his mouth trembling, “What did you say?”"Ugly guy," Amelia replied indifferently with a smile. "Did you hear me clearly? If not, go get your ears checked.""You—!" Xiang Zichen’s chest heaved in anger.Almost everyone’s face changed.Especially Mia. She clenched her hands, her brows furrowed.What was going on?Wasn’t she the one who liked Xiang Zichen the most? Mia had seen this woman beg for Xiang Zichen’s attention, even willing to sacrifice her life for him.And now...?Mia took a deep breath.Xiang Zichen, looking like a clown who couldn’t get off stage, spoke up, "Amelia, have you forgotten how you begged me last time to le
The person who interrupted Amelia was the late-arriving Gu Zhongguo. He had been unable to use any strength in his arms due to the girl sitting in front of him—this "dead girl" had caused him a lot of trouble!Gu Zhongguo looked at Amelia and snorted coldly, “The Hart family is really ridiculous. They’ll accept anyone to their seminar.”Henry didn’t care at all. “What does that have to do with you?”Gu Zhongguo ignored him and turned to Xiang Tiancai. “Xiang, don’t blame me for not warning you. Stop associating with these useless people. You should pay attention to who this person really is.”Xiang Tiancai, who was already annoyed by Gu Zhongguo’s arrogant attitude, retorted, “I don’t care who she is. I don’t judge my friends based on their background.”Gu Zhongguo smirked, “How stupid can you be? Not only do you not recognize any drugs, but you don’t even recognize your former cousin-in-law.” He pointed at Amelia. “This is the fake daughter of the Milton family—the one they kicked ou
The newcomer was dressed in a trendy style, with fair skin and striking features. He had a red headphone hanging around his neck, and he didn’t look like a doctor at all. He resembled someone in the rap scene instead.Without hesitation, he plopped down next to Amelia, still mumbling, "Our old man always gives me these ridiculous tasks, taking care of an old friend’s granddaughter. Like I know how to look after someone?"As he spoke, he looked Amelia up and down with an intense gaze. "Sis, you really surprised me! You’re bold, huh, even daring to reveal your background."Amelia fixed her gaze on his face for a moment, her eyes carrying an unreadable expression. "Henry?"Henry's eyes widened in surprise. Wait, the way she called him "sis" sounded so much like his boss!It must be a mistake, a mere illusion!Henry quickly checked his phone. His boss hadn't mentioned anything about attending the seminar, and the chat page still displayed that rejection message.He had known it! His wise
Mary let out an “Ah!”But Evelyn only coldly laughed. "Where would she have gotten the invitation? It was me who sent someone with it.""You sent someone?" Mia was confused.Evelyn’s headache was growing. "the Adler family had three invitations. I intended to send a fake one, but it seems Zhong Gu got confused and sent the real one by mistake.""Well, that really worked out for that little brat!" Mary was itching with frustration. "If you’d given it to me, it would’ve been much better."Evelyn was losing her patience. "I would’ve taken you in too!"Saying that, she walked up to the bodyguards and haughtily handed over the invitation.The bodyguards examined it and then stepped aside to let her pass.At last, Evelyn managed to regain some face.But her mood quickly plummeted again.Because Mary’s loud shout echoed, "Gu laoshi! Gu laoshi! They won’t let me in!"Evelyn turned around and glared at the bodyguard who was blocking her way. "What’s going on?""Ma’am, the invitation specifies
Amelia didn’t actually let the bodyguards take her bag. "No need to trouble yourselves. The things inside are for my medical work, I’ll carry it myself. You can go about your business."She still had to meet the "old friend’s grandson" her grandmother had mentioned, and being too flashy might complicate things.The bodyguards, understanding her, nodded politely. "Please, go ahead."Evelyn couldn’t watch this any longer. Her teeth clenched as she hissed, "Are you sure that invitation is real?""Yeah! Maybe you just didn’t see it right!" Mary shouted louder than anyone else.She knew very well the conditions of that girl—how could she possibly have a real invitation?Mia bit her lip and tugged at her mother's sleeve. "Mom, this is the Jenkins family."At that, Mary regained her composure and stopped arguing with the bodyguards. Her daughter was right—it was the Jenkins family; she couldn’t act recklessly.Zhang Long, however, didn’t share the same opinion. He always looked down on these
Upon hearing the word "forgery," the bodyguards exchanged glances, and one of them politely said, "Miss, could you please show us your invitation?"Amelia, perceptive as ever, immediately realized there was something suspicious about the invitation. However, she wasn’t worried. If necessary, she could always reveal her true identity as a "Saint Hand."With a calm expression, Amelia casually took out the gold-embossed invitation from her black bag and handed it over.Sure enough, the bodyguards’ expressions changed dramatically when they saw it!This… this is!The crowd, observing the bodyguards' reactions, began to whisper, speculating, "Could it be that there’s something wrong with the invitation?"Zhang Long sneered with disdain. "Not only did Victoria kill people with her prescriptions, but now her disciple is a fraud as well! This is a disgrace to the medical field!"Evelyn, too, was smiling, her words dripping with arrogance. "Little girl, if you really want to go in, you could a
In the manor’s hall, people continued to arrive, and Amelia was among them. However, her attire clearly set her apart from the rest. She wore a white shirt, jeans, and a burgundy baseball cap, looking more like an unsophisticated student than someone attending a high-profile event.The security guard at the entrance raised a hand to stop her, his tone polite. "May I ask who you are?"Before Amelia could answer, a cold laugh rang out from beside her. "A quack from Traditional medicine, and she dares to show up at the Jenkins family’s event."It was Zhang Long, who was walking alongside Evelyn, with Mia and her mother following close behind. Mia’s gaze was deliberately avoiding Amelia, clearly not wanting anyone to know they had any connection.Mary, on the other hand, glared at Amelia with pure hatred. That damn girl—she really wouldn’t go away!Amelia raised an eyebrow, her voice slow and playful. "Oh, what a small world. So many familiar faces.""Who’s familiar with you?" Zhang Long
Unlike the previous banquet, this one wasn’t held in the city center but at a villa on the western outskirts.Amelia didn’t ride her battle axe motorcycle this time. After packing her medical kit and the invitation, she took a taxi.Was it just her imagination, or did this invitation seem a little different?As she sat in the taxi, Amelia was deep in thought.The driver, on hearing the destination, was visibly surprised. "The Caesar in the west suburbs isn’t a place just anyone can go. I’ve heard that only high-ranking figures are invited there today. Little lady, are you…?""Just going to get my face seen," Amelia answered with a soft smile, her long black hair flowing around her face.The driver chuckled. "I figured as much. A young lady like you certainly isn’t just going there to treat someone."Amelia smiled but said nothing.The Caesar Hotel had multiple branches, each with a different level of exclusivity.The one in the center of LA was open to the public, but the one in the w