Children have no sense of good and evil. Elijah, born with an inherently sinister appearance, was abandoned by his parents and didn’t understand what he should or shouldn’t do.Rather than saying that Mrs. Milton took him in, it would be more accurate to say that he was convinced by Amelia and stayed in the traditional medicine shop.Over the past three years, after being around herbs for so long, his appearance had improved significantly. He looked fair, clean, and harmless. However, there is an old saying that chaos is born from evil… anyone who caught his eye would end up shedding a layer of skin.Amelia sat in the small courtyard, her fingers still idly playing with a locust flower, her smile calm and unhurried.Late at night, at the Adler family’s old residence, Madam Adler was still lying in bed, recovering from the shock she had suffered.A number of medical students had gathered downstairs, most of them being apprentices Madam Adler had taken in. They were eager to show their
Madam Adler clearly misunderstood. Her eyes gleamed as she looked at the medical book. "Mary, you really can be trusted with matters like this. With these two items, curing Young Master Jenkins’s illness is just a matter of time!""Really?" Mary was overjoyed. "When can we meet Young Master Jenkins? I mean, Madam Adler, could you take me to meet him? You know, the Jenkins family only invites medical families. Neither our Milton family nor the Crawford family has any connections in this area."Now that she had the the Heart Herb, Madam Adler’s energy seemed to wane. "Of course, we all have to go. Once we cure Young Master Jenkins, I will personally recommend you to the Jenkins family."Mary, hearing this, became even more excited and rushed to flatter Madam Adler.Mia, however, stood aside, not saying much, with her head lowered, lost in her own thoughts.Madam Adler didn’t care about her intentions. After all, it was just a missed opportunity with the Cromwell family. Once they cured
Amelia lifted her gaze, following the sound.On the hospital bed, Grandpa Cromwell had already woken up. His eyes didn’t have the weariness typical of old age, but instead carried a calm, composed air.It was the aura of someone who had weathered the ups and downs of the business world—a presence not everyone could possess.Even though he was still recovering, his tone revealed a subtle authority. In terms of temperament, even ten Jacksons would likely fall short compared to this elderly man.Although Grandpa Cromwell wasn’t fully healed, his composure was evident, and his sharp gaze softened when it landed on Amelia.Aside from Grandpa Cromwell, the handsome patient from yesterday was also present.He was sitting at the bedside, his long legs crossed, not wearing a suit, giving off an air of sickly beauty. His hands rested on his knees, slender and pale, with pronounced joints.It seemed like he was playing chess with Grandpa Cromwell, and upon seeing Amelia, he slightly curled his l
When Carl referred to "being one of us," Grandpa Cromwell found it quite strange. "Since when did you start considering anyone one of your own?""Grandpa Cromwell, right now, just like you, my life is in the little miracle doctor's hands." Carl flicked his sleeve with a nonchalant gesture. "Naturally, I must know my place."Grandpa Cromwell couldn't tell if he was being sincere or not.This young man from the Jenkins family was always secretive and elusive. On the surface, he appeared frail and sickly, but in reality, he had many hidden depths.Grandpa Cromwell had also considered whether his decision to arrange a marriage between Carl and Little Seven years ago had been right.To be honest, the boy was flawless in appearance—none of the young women in their circle could resist him.But no matter what, he couldn’t give up on his own Little Seven. He couldn’t allow this young man to back out of the marriage!"So, does that mean your illness can be cured?" Grandpa Cromwell snorted coldl
"Detox points," Amelia explained.Unlike in emergency situations, today she had only inserted three needles into Grandpa Cromwell, each one leaving him feeling unfulfilled, as though there was more to come. The sensation was extraordinary!It felt as though his entire body, once clogged and sluggish, had been cleared out. He felt younger, lighter, and more energized than he had in years!Grandpa Cromwell looked at her with newfound respect. "Truly, a genius among the young! Little miracle doctor, you're still so young and already possess such skill. Chinese medicine will never decline with talents like you rising.""That's thanks to the elders at home," Amelia replied, placing her palm on his back. As she spoke, her hand gently pressed down.Before Grandpa Cromwell could react, he heard a muffled crack."This... Is this... bone setting?" He turned his gaze to her, puzzled.Amelia nodded. "Yes. When I inserted the needles earlier, I noticed a slight protrusion in your thoracic vertebra
What Amelia didn’t know was that after her older brother’s visit yesterday, he had spread the word about her “poverty” to everyone, and now everyone knew.She raised an eyebrow in confusion at Carl. "I haven’t even treated you yet, so why would I accept a fee?"“The medicinal candy from yesterday,” Carl said, signaling to James to step forward.James had been meaning to ask when the little miracle doctor would treat their young master. He raised his hands, holding out another card—this one black, with gold embossing. "Little miracle doctor.""I’ll accept it after I treat your young master," Amelia said, packing away her medical kit.James thought she was about to leave. "Little miracle doctor, what are you doing?""Packing up," Amelia replied, puzzled. "What’s the matter?"James blushed. "You haven’t treated our young master yet.""He?" Amelia walked up to Carl. "Are you in a hurry?"Carl’s voice was soft and pleasant, "I’m watching you."Amelia hummed thoughtfully, then said, "Alrigh
The interior of the medicine shop looked much more reliable than its exterior.At first, James had worried that the place might be too dirty for their young master to even get treated. But now, looking around, he saw the clean, traditional layout—very much in the Chinese style. The central focus was a wooden medicine cabinet, and the space had an air of an old Beijing courtyard house, much like the apothecaries from ancient times.Carl, with his calm, indifferent gaze, scanned the surroundings, his eyes falling on a piece of calligraphy and painting. His fingers absentmindedly twirled the Buddhist beads around his wrist.Noticing his focus, Amelia walked over. “It’s a fake.”“Otherwise, would it be real?” Carl raised an eyebrow, an amused smile playing on his lips.Amelia’s eyes glimmered with mirth. “What if it is?”Carl didn’t speak further, continuing to gaze at the painting. His pupils deepened as he studied the image.The painting depicted a towering pine tree casting shade, with
"Don't speak too much." Carl lowered his voice, his expression still strikingly handsome.Lady Milton pushed the wheelchair closer and said to Carl and the others, "Amelia is bringing friends to the clinic for the first time. You kids have fun, there's tea brewed in the yard. If you're having trouble with digestion, drink some more. I’ll go out to buy shrimp for you all to eat."Lady Milton had a sharp eye for people. She could tell that this young man was not ordinary and might not even be a true friend of Amelia's, but seeing her granddaughter bring someone to her home made her happy nonetheless.In the past, Amelia wasn’t fond of the medicine clinic. She used to say that if she stayed there too long, the smell of Chinese medicine would cling to her, and her classmates would laugh at her. She wouldn’t even stay for meals, sneaking around to visit Lady Milton, afraid of being scolded by Mary when she returned home.Lady Milton understood that even though she had raised Amelia, the ch
In the past, Zane might have played along with this act, but now he was drowning in his own troubles and had no time to worry about Abby’s feigned frailty."I should never have listened to you!"With that, Zane stormed out of the hospital.The moment he left, Abby grabbed her phone and opened the web. The news of the situation flipping against them was everywhere.Even in the group chat, the topic dominated, and almost everyone had tagged her."Abby, that Taoist was Master Cloudwalker! Why didn’t you tell us earlier?""Master Cloudwalker is incredibly difficult to meet. My grandfather went to Dragon Lake Mountain multiple times and never even got to see him. He still has to show him the utmost respect.""I can’t believe Master Cloudwalker was at your family’s hotel. If I had known, I would’ve booked a stay too!""Abby, my dad wants to know—can you get in touch with Master Cloudwalker? Money isn’t an issue."Suddenly, the tone of the group had changed completely.Rowan remained silent.
"Enough!" Zane was utterly enraged, his temper flaring beyond control. "Are you trying to lose your job? Find a solution right now! Minimize the damage!"Minimize the damage? How could that even be possible?The public statement was still there, blatantly displayed for all to see. Even if the PR department wanted to delete it, netizens had already taken screenshots and spread them everywhere.Mr.Cromwell’s words about disowning his son weren’t just empty threats—they were real.Secretary Frank didn't want to hurt Zane too much, so he had kept some matters vague. But that didn’t mean Mr.Cromwell didn’t understand.He wasn’t senile enough to be deceived. His own son had tried to reclaim control of the hotel by shamelessly exposing his own daughter to the public. This made Mr.Cromwell utterly disappointed.Secretary Frank knew he was upset and asked, "Mr. Cromwell, the PR department wants to know if the corporation should intervene and seek help from mainstream media?""No need. He broug
This was like throwing a stone into a still pond—waves rippled instantly!Netizens were stunned.“What?! The head of Dragon Lake Mountain? A real Taoist?!”“Let me explain—Master Cloudwalker is the last remaining guardian of the sect. He’s an expert in the Art of Divination and the Five Elements.”“Damn! I know this guy! He’s on Wikipedia! A national-level expert in astronomy and geography?”“Here’s another fact—Master Cloudwalker never casually performs divinations, nor does he work for any aristocratic families. He only recently came down the mountain for a Taoist conference.”“So… Q Hotel really does have a fortune-enhancing effect?!”No one had expected such a dramatic twist.For Dragon Lake Mountain to personally step in and clarify meant there was no fraud involved.Q Corporation’s subsidiary account was now in utter chaos.“I just have one question—The new manager never said anything, so why did this Cromwell guy feel the need to apologize on her behalf?”“Can’t you see? Intern
Rowan understood the message—he needed to handle things privately.Amelia glanced at the chat history but had no intention of exposing Rowan. “You still hang out with them. It wouldn’t be good for you to speak up for me. Put your phone away.”Saying that, she tossed the phone back to him.Rowan, however, wanted to show his allegiance. “I was ignorant before, thinking that being in their circle made me important. But now I see things differently. Gossiping and ostracizing people isn’t right. Amelia, I’m not siding with you just because you’re powerful. After today, I’ve genuinely realized a lot.”He had lost his mother at a young age and always craved companionship. He enjoyed being surrounded by people, the liveliness of it.That was why he never lacked friends—even if he didn’t like doing certain things, he’d go along with them for the sake of his ‘brothers.’But real brothers wouldn’t hold him back, and they certainly wouldn’t push him out to take the fall.They thought having money
"That's not entirely true. Sebastian’s stage presence is insane. If you take a photo or video with him, it’ll go viral instantly.""The the Cromwell family is already trending. Isn’t he only loyal to his biological sister? He never acknowledges Abby. Just wait, sooner or later, he’ll be dragged down by that village girl too."Seeing this, Abby responded at the perfect moment:"Amanda, it's normal that Sixth Brother doesn’t recognize me. I’m just the Cromwell family’s sponsored student, after all.""What do you mean just a sponsored student? Aunt Ruby almost lost her mind back then. If it weren’t for you, the Cromwell family would’ve been a mess. Now this village girl waltzes in, and suddenly, they want to pretend you don’t exist? Meanwhile, she’s ruining the hotel’s reputation.""Amanda, my father has always treated me well. He’s trying to fix things now. Let’s not talk about my sister anymore."Amanda Fisher, Rowan’s cousin, had grown up with Abby. They were schoolmates from differen
"Let's handle the situation first. Get the press release ready."After saying this, Zane hung up the phone.Inside the hospital room, Abby gazed out at the corridor, her eyes filled with malice. Seeing a nurse enter, she quickly lay back down and opened her phone.Even though Barret and Rowan were no longer active in the circle, making things less lively than before, news of the hotel trending online had still been shared in the group chat. Someone tagged her:"Abby, isn't this your family's hotel?""Why would they use such a marketing tactic? If I hadn’t stayed there before, I might have believed it!""Who's the new person in charge? Tell Uncle Cromwell to fire them—this is humiliating."A smile tugged at the corners of Abby's lips, but she quickly masked it with a seemingly concerned response:"Don't say that. My sister just returned and doesn’t understand the market yet. Making small mistakes is normal."The group chat immediately became more active."Your sister? The one the Cromw
Abby, ever understanding, said, “Sister only wanted the hotel to do better, which is why she came up with such a drastic plan. Dad, don’t blame her.” “She’s been put in charge of the hotel as soon as she came back. The old man is too impatient,” Zane said helplessly, shaking his head. “As her father, I won’t hold it against her, but there are many other shareholders in the hotel. If this situation keeps escalating, I’m really worried something will go wrong. Even though Cromwell’s investment is the largest, we still can’t ignore the voices of the shareholders.” As he spoke, his phone rang again. “See? It’s another call from someone who wants me to go back and take over the hotel.” Abby glanced at her father and said, “Dad, we can handle everything else, but public opinion has a time sensitivity. If we don’t address it now, it’ll only escalate, and by then, it will be much harder to calm down.” Zane knew this well. “I’m just worried about Amelia taking responsibility. She’ll probab
Master Cloudwalker had never easily left his mountain before, mainly because the internet was so developed now, it was too easy to expose oneself. As for the sudden surge of attention, the Cromwell family’s PR department was completely baffled.What kind of unexpected fortune was this? They hadn't done anything, and yet they'd ended up trending online.To make things worse, the hotel alone had three spots in the trending topics. One of them was particularly explosive: **[Breaking News! I really won the lottery! The master’s words are true! Everyone, come stay at the hotel!](#)** Before this, the hotel’s rating had dropped to 4.3 stars.What’s worse, many people, especially those in business, had stopped choosing this long-established five-star hotel for meetings.There were even comments mentioning that the hotel’s staff was sarcastic and that guests often felt ill during their stay. Some said they had stayed at this hotel and started experiencing a streak of bad luck afterward,
The Zen master’s eyes lit up. “Quick! Take me to him!”This young master must be the one he wanted to take as an apprentice!But…“Wait, it’s you?”In the hotel suite, the Zen master stared at Carl’s strikingly handsome face, utterly speechless. “Why aren’t you at the Jenkins family’s estate? What are you doing here at a hotel?”Amelia watched the scene with amusement.As expected, the gossip about the Jenkins family was mostly true.For example, the Jenkins family’s young master, who had such a precious life that even masters from Dragon Lake Mountain envied him.Carl coughed lightly, maintaining his refined posture and politeness. “Master Cloudwalker, long time no see. You’re as healthy as ever.”Master Cloudwalker scoffed and turned to Amelia. “Is this your young master? The one borrowing fortune from the Zen?”Amelia nodded.Master Cloudwalker chuckled twice. “He doesn’t need to borrow. He’s the Zen’s true son.”“Master.” Carl poured a cup of tea and handed it over. “You’ve misund